Ficlet: In Your Shadow | Superman Reeveverse | Lex/Otis, Non/Zod, Evil!Supes/Lorelei | R | 1/1
Title: In Your Shadow
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Pairings: Lex/Otis, Non/Zod, Evil!Superman/Lorelei Ambrosia
Rating: R
Word Count: 565 (total for 3 parts)
Prompts: For dcu_freeforall: Shadows; For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: Otisburg, Torture, Cry/Tears
Summary: There's nothing worse than standing in your shadow.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Just a few little pieces cobbled together for the Pairings Challenge. Part II is Aftermath-verse canon, of course. >:D
In Your Shadow
I. On the Map
All he’d wanted was a little bitty place, something to call his own, while Mister Luthor took the whole rest of the west coast. Otisburg wouldn’t have been much, really, just a four-corners with a general store and a few houses. Like an old-west kinda town. Maybe tucked into the hills, nestled in between Luthorville and Costa Del Lex. Heh, kinda the same way Otis just wanted to stand with Mister Luthor in everything he did. Well, more like a few steps behind him. In his shadow. Yeah, like that. A go-to guy. Whatever Mister Luthor wanted, and more.
But the way Mister Luthor was yelling at him … screaming … obscenities, even, Otis knew that there was no room for him in the man’s shadow. Otisburg was just a dream. A dead, worthless dream.
Just like everything else.
II. Right Hand
Once, there had been more in Non’s head than the haze of rage he’d been left with. On Krypton, so long ago, he’d been brilliant, a strategic genius-as some had called him. He’d even been second in command of all of Krypton’s armies, a sitting member of the Council of the Military Guild. If things had gone as planned, he’d have been a general, General Lor-Non, and the title would’ve suited him fine.
But then the revolution came, and Zod-damn him-had taken over, taken Non’s place … taken the very intelligence from Non’s mind with that infernal machine that’d left him barely more than an angry vegetable. All he’d been able to do was to fall in line behind the General that came to be, swear allegiance to Zod, his life, his mind, his soul, his body. There was nothing left for him but fury and humiliation, his very existence left but a shell in Zod’s torturous hands.
And yet, one day, he swears-if he can think straight enough for more than a few moments at a time-that Zod will fall, and Non will be his right hand no more.
III. Something to Believe In
She shoulda’ known better. Really. Why the hell had Lorelei even dreamed that she could keep Superman in her bed for longer than it took to get him to do what Webster needed? He wasn’t that angry schmuck that she’d slept with-though, wow, what a champ in the sack!-and he wasn’t a puppet that Webster could use to take over the world.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Burying her face in the pillow on her bed, she wept silently. Of course he’d turned his back on her. She was nothing. Nothing but a two-bit whore with an expensive perm and fancy manicure. He couldn’t even talk to her like a civilized human being!
“I don’t know you, lady,” he’d said.
‘Lady’! Like he couldn’t even call her ‘ma’am’ or 'miss' the same way he did all the other chicks!
A sniffle, and Lorelei swiped a hand over her cheeks to dry her tears, her fingers coming away smudged with her cheap mascara. “Screw you, Superman,” she said to the empty room as her chest seized up, her heart hardening against the hope she’d dared to have for those brief days. “I don’t need a hero to have something to believe in.”
All that met her was a breeze blowing in through the window that Superman had left open, and the sounds of Metropolis rising up from the city streets below, life going on as usual.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Pairings: Lex/Otis, Non/Zod, Evil!Superman/Lorelei Ambrosia
Rating: R
Word Count: 565 (total for 3 parts)
Prompts: For dcu_freeforall: Shadows; For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: Otisburg, Torture, Cry/Tears
Summary: There's nothing worse than standing in your shadow.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Just a few little pieces cobbled together for the Pairings Challenge. Part II is Aftermath-verse canon, of course. >:D
In Your Shadow
I. On the Map
All he’d wanted was a little bitty place, something to call his own, while Mister Luthor took the whole rest of the west coast. Otisburg wouldn’t have been much, really, just a four-corners with a general store and a few houses. Like an old-west kinda town. Maybe tucked into the hills, nestled in between Luthorville and Costa Del Lex. Heh, kinda the same way Otis just wanted to stand with Mister Luthor in everything he did. Well, more like a few steps behind him. In his shadow. Yeah, like that. A go-to guy. Whatever Mister Luthor wanted, and more.
But the way Mister Luthor was yelling at him … screaming … obscenities, even, Otis knew that there was no room for him in the man’s shadow. Otisburg was just a dream. A dead, worthless dream.
Just like everything else.
II. Right Hand
Once, there had been more in Non’s head than the haze of rage he’d been left with. On Krypton, so long ago, he’d been brilliant, a strategic genius-as some had called him. He’d even been second in command of all of Krypton’s armies, a sitting member of the Council of the Military Guild. If things had gone as planned, he’d have been a general, General Lor-Non, and the title would’ve suited him fine.
But then the revolution came, and Zod-damn him-had taken over, taken Non’s place … taken the very intelligence from Non’s mind with that infernal machine that’d left him barely more than an angry vegetable. All he’d been able to do was to fall in line behind the General that came to be, swear allegiance to Zod, his life, his mind, his soul, his body. There was nothing left for him but fury and humiliation, his very existence left but a shell in Zod’s torturous hands.
And yet, one day, he swears-if he can think straight enough for more than a few moments at a time-that Zod will fall, and Non will be his right hand no more.
III. Something to Believe In
She shoulda’ known better. Really. Why the hell had Lorelei even dreamed that she could keep Superman in her bed for longer than it took to get him to do what Webster needed? He wasn’t that angry schmuck that she’d slept with-though, wow, what a champ in the sack!-and he wasn’t a puppet that Webster could use to take over the world.
Stupid, stupid, stupid!
Burying her face in the pillow on her bed, she wept silently. Of course he’d turned his back on her. She was nothing. Nothing but a two-bit whore with an expensive perm and fancy manicure. He couldn’t even talk to her like a civilized human being!
“I don’t know you, lady,” he’d said.
‘Lady’! Like he couldn’t even call her ‘ma’am’ or 'miss' the same way he did all the other chicks!
A sniffle, and Lorelei swiped a hand over her cheeks to dry her tears, her fingers coming away smudged with her cheap mascara. “Screw you, Superman,” she said to the empty room as her chest seized up, her heart hardening against the hope she’d dared to have for those brief days. “I don’t need a hero to have something to believe in.”
All that met her was a breeze blowing in through the window that Superman had left open, and the sounds of Metropolis rising up from the city streets below, life going on as usual.
~*~*~*~