May 26th, 2003


disturbing smallville dream

I dreamed just now that Clark was standing in an apartment in Metropolis with his family and friends, and it was night. He stiffens and walks out onto the balcony. Everyone is asking after him as he jumps off the building and flies up to the steepled roof of another, much taller building, where he stands, feet wedged into the narrow spire. (All of which was very unsettling in the dream, because it felt like I was doing it, and I was kind of wobbly.) He turns from compass point to point, trying to identify the source of his distress call. When he does, he leaps off and flies away without his cape, in his regular clothes.

"Clark!" Chloe calls, but he's gone. "He didn't wear his cape!" she cries. Lex says so what? Chloe says that he's not aerodynamically sound without it. Lex is peevish: why didn't you tell him that? I did, Chloe says. "I sewed it right into the label!"

Meanwhile, Clark zooms out into this industrial park, out in the country. He lands outside a aluminum-sided pre-fab office like you'd find on a construction site, and begins peeping in through rips and holes in the window shades. There are several men inside, and a couple--husband and wife--being held prisoner. A few men are standing to one side of the room, refining some kind of gruel that they're about to test feed to a horse. The woman is crying. The husband is very upset. Also, he has one very big arm: swollen and red from injections. Clark zips around from window to window, evading the eyes of some henchmen who are looking outside. In the next room, he sees a crib with a baby in it.

He realizes that the bad guys have ground up and liquified one of the couple's children and injected the results into the father's arm, among other things. The second child is the one they're more scared of, though. They're about to do the same to it. The point of their experiments is unclear.

Clark bursts in and ass-kicks all the people inside, flinging them around. Most run off, but Clark is afraid they might come back. He gathers up mom and dad and baby and hustles them out the door. "If I rip the ignition block off," he says, "does anyone know how to hotwire a car?" The husband says no, then looks at his wife in surprise because she is nodding yes. She hotwires the car, and the family drives off, leaving Clark to keep tracking and beating up the scattered thugs. But the thugs follow the family in two other cars, and Clark zips along the dark country road in pursuit. He flings one car into a field, sends it skimming out over the corn like a plane--it finally explodes. The other car he stops with his body--wham!--and slides along the road until he can halt it and toss it.

When all this is done, Clark is glowing red all over with superpower. He's wired up: using his powers energizes him and makes him horny. I think he heads back to the city after that, probably to find Lex.

recs of the day

Because wasting time is the directive of the gods.

Draco Malfoy the Amazing Boucing ... Rat? by Maya. (HP)

Silly title, absolutely brilliant and weepingly funny story, the rec for which I've stolen from foreverdirt. Long, het, involving a whole rat-to-boy character arc, with some slashy bits thrown in to amuse the reader. No big secret that this is Draco/Hermione. Not a pairing I've ever seen before, but this story proves that pairing can be utterly beside the point in the hands of a good writer. I mean, hello? Draco/Neville? And, like "Lust Over Pendle," this convinces me that Draco is so *completely* HP's version of Spike, in spirit if not in every detail. Swoon.

Watch for: The funky rat dance. The description of Draco in his bedsheet. The running joke of Seamus and his Prozac. And Draco's delightful post-rat takeover of the Gryffindor common room--it just gives me joy, great joy. (The blue jeans! The guitar! Eeeep!)

About a Dog by cesperanza. (DS) Slash, F/RayK. And wow--I didn't even intend it, but this is a theme rec thing. First, Draco turns into a rat, and here, Dief turns into a human.

Cesperanza stories don't really need to be recced. One should just be able to wave a hand negligently with the expectation that people will rustle off to read.

Today I also browsed the LJ of seperis, who is big with the SV recs. Read a few different things, including Soulquake by rhiannonhero, which was probably partly responsible for my SV dream earlier today. Interesting read. The ending didn't toe to the moral line I usually expect Clark to adhere to, and that was both satisfying and disappointing, and I can't quite sort my reactions out. I think what disturbed me most was the apparent simpleness of the equation: that Clark would of course be insanely protective, and might even go to extremes again in the name of love, and everyone would in turn protect *him* because he was special. And likewise with Lex. Martha does think: "She knew what she would do to protect Clark. Clark, who was unique and precious and the only one of his kind. As was Lex. As was everyone." Et cetera. But that inclusive "everyone" doesn't make a lot of sense to me in context. It seems like a sop to anyone who might cry entitlement.

Overall, I kept waiting for a big surprise of writing, plot, or characterization, but it was sort of by-the-numbers. Not bad for that reason, but there was nothing distinctive to linger in the mind.

I have nothing particularly distinctive to say about it either. I'm not especially ambitious about making recs. I think this story's a kind of comfort fic--which is strange to say given its subject matter. But it's about the protective impulse. And it is *is* hurt/comfort, and since comfort always comes after hurt, it's often what a reader takes away from that genre of story. Or is that just me?

Just blathering now.