Actor - SV fic - PG13
Title: Actor
Fandom: SV
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4; AU, presumably
Pairings: Lana/Jason, Lex/Lana
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 550
Point of view: second
Your mother never tolerated failure. She also never tolerated independence or your own plans. She had made her own concerning you and your place in the world; your thoughts, dreams, and feelings did not factor into it, at all.
She had always dreamed of your greatness-greater than your father, or hers, or anyone in the family before. Dad followed her wishes in everything; he supplied her with money and prestige.
Your talent was sports, Mother thought. Baseball and football and basketball-she settled on football your freshman year of high school. It was easier to follow her than stand against her, so that’s what you did.
All the way until college, that’s what you did.
Mother never knew you made your own way. College was your out, your escape; you still played football, for it was what you knew, but an injury ended that. And then…
Jason Teague, twenty years old. Wealthy son of American aristocracy. Sports star and academic darling.
Actor. All your life, that’s what you’ve truly been. Some of your performances were Oscar worthy. Mother had no idea.
She gave you her blessing for your trip to Paris and that nearly made you reconsider.
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Lana was young, Lana was beautiful, and Lana was kind. The way you met-her kicking you off your bike and all-should have convinced you it’d never work. For about a week, you found her fascinating, then you realized all she had was her beauty.
But you are and have always been an actor. And Lana is a charming young woman.
Plus, the sex was good and frequent. So what if you had to act enthralled? Being Genevieve’s son has made playing a part easy.
You should not have followed Lana back to her hometown. But Paris had grown boring. And the game with Lana was the most fun you’d had in a long time.
-
From your time in Smallville, you have three souvenirs.
A scar on your chest from a piece of the Kent’s house.
A scar on your back from the fall off the cliff.
And the shard of a green rock.
-
Playacting is easy. And Mother is dead. You escaped Smallville healthy and whole, and those people did you a service-you’d begun to think you’d need to kill her yourself.
Going back to the Kent’s house was-you hesitate to say stupid, but foolish will do. You should have left after you stole the truck. But you really wanted to know where Clark fit in with Mother’s obsession.
Sometimes, you pull out the rock and look at it. You know it won’t share its secrets, but you still study it. It’s almost beautiful.
-
You hear Lana’s with Lex now. You wish them every happiness. They both think you’re dead. You haven’t set foot in the US for years.
They all think you’re dead, if they think of you at all. You bet none of them mourned.
Mother never tolerated failure. Or your own plans.
Smallville ended in failure. Your plans have flourished.
Lex thinks he won but you were never playing the same game.
The rock jeers at you when you lock it away.
Lionel told you to never return.
Lex thinks he won.
Lana could do with a haunting.
Fandom: SV
Disclaimer: not my characters. just for fun.
Warnings: spoilers for season 4; AU, presumably
Pairings: Lana/Jason, Lex/Lana
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 550
Point of view: second
Your mother never tolerated failure. She also never tolerated independence or your own plans. She had made her own concerning you and your place in the world; your thoughts, dreams, and feelings did not factor into it, at all.
She had always dreamed of your greatness-greater than your father, or hers, or anyone in the family before. Dad followed her wishes in everything; he supplied her with money and prestige.
Your talent was sports, Mother thought. Baseball and football and basketball-she settled on football your freshman year of high school. It was easier to follow her than stand against her, so that’s what you did.
All the way until college, that’s what you did.
Mother never knew you made your own way. College was your out, your escape; you still played football, for it was what you knew, but an injury ended that. And then…
Jason Teague, twenty years old. Wealthy son of American aristocracy. Sports star and academic darling.
Actor. All your life, that’s what you’ve truly been. Some of your performances were Oscar worthy. Mother had no idea.
She gave you her blessing for your trip to Paris and that nearly made you reconsider.
-
Lana was young, Lana was beautiful, and Lana was kind. The way you met-her kicking you off your bike and all-should have convinced you it’d never work. For about a week, you found her fascinating, then you realized all she had was her beauty.
But you are and have always been an actor. And Lana is a charming young woman.
Plus, the sex was good and frequent. So what if you had to act enthralled? Being Genevieve’s son has made playing a part easy.
You should not have followed Lana back to her hometown. But Paris had grown boring. And the game with Lana was the most fun you’d had in a long time.
-
From your time in Smallville, you have three souvenirs.
A scar on your chest from a piece of the Kent’s house.
A scar on your back from the fall off the cliff.
And the shard of a green rock.
-
Playacting is easy. And Mother is dead. You escaped Smallville healthy and whole, and those people did you a service-you’d begun to think you’d need to kill her yourself.
Going back to the Kent’s house was-you hesitate to say stupid, but foolish will do. You should have left after you stole the truck. But you really wanted to know where Clark fit in with Mother’s obsession.
Sometimes, you pull out the rock and look at it. You know it won’t share its secrets, but you still study it. It’s almost beautiful.
-
You hear Lana’s with Lex now. You wish them every happiness. They both think you’re dead. You haven’t set foot in the US for years.
They all think you’re dead, if they think of you at all. You bet none of them mourned.
Mother never tolerated failure. Or your own plans.
Smallville ended in failure. Your plans have flourished.
Lex thinks he won but you were never playing the same game.
The rock jeers at you when you lock it away.
Lionel told you to never return.
Lex thinks he won.
Lana could do with a haunting.