How the Good Have Fallen - SV fic - R
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tigriswolfFandom: "Smallville"
Disclaimer: not my characters. Just for fun.
Warnings: AU as of season four’s “Onyx”; character death
Pairings: slash Jason/Clark(Kal-El)/Lex(Alexander)
Rating: R
Wordcount: 1720
Point of view: third
They say, in near-silent whispers during the dead of night, that once he was a hero. That once he saved instead of killing, that once he preserved instead of destroying.
They tell their children stories of the savior, of the one sent to save them, to heal them, to... do anything but what he does. They barely hold back the tears, clutching their babies close, murmuring that the good side of him will take over again, will return, will make everything better.
They tell themselves one day the hero will return to the husk that wears his face, to the monster in his skin, will resume control and make amends. They tell themselves over and over that one day everything will be alright again.
They don’t know what happened, what changed, what went wrong inside him. They don’t know where he came from, what he is. All they know is that he used to protect them, used to care for them, and now... he doesn’t. Now he is cold and ruthless and wants only to rule. Wants only to command and sow discord where once he kept the peace.
Once he was a hero, and they’re deluding themselves if they think he’ll become one again. Once he stood for good and hope and love—all those happy things, those things of the Light.
Now... now... darkness descended on the world when he ascended to power. Pain and death flow, along with blood through the streets—perhaps, more than a few of them wonder, this was his destiny all along.
The tyrant look suits him.
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There was a darkness in Lex Luthor’s soul. In the past he’d tried to deny it, to overcome it, to suppress it. His father never tried to help him defeat it; instead, he catered to it, with every lesson on why Luthor’s are better and why it’s fine to take what you want.
Lionel was one of the first to die, and he died knowing Lex learned his lessons well.
That explosion in the lab was the best thing to ever happen to Lex—though, he goes by Alexander now. Only Kal-El and Jason can call him Lex, and only during their games. And that’s when Alexander calls Kal-El Clark.
Kal-El explained everything, happily, once Alexander had given Clark the red ring. All the powers, the ambitions Clark had hidden, the plans. Together, they’d written their own destinies, attained their own ends.
Martha and Jonathan, Lana and Chloe—they had to go, and they did, days after Lionel. Kal-El had made Martha and Jonathan’s end quick and painless, because they had protected him, after all. A minute part of him still remembered them fondly. But only a tiny bit of him, and Alexander took care of Lana and Chloe—Kal-El had watched from the shadows, as Alexander gently explained why they had to die. Even to Kal-El it seemed twisted, but Alexander made it so attractive—plus, Clark had always been interested in psychological torture. He’d just hidden it well.
It’s funny, all those memories of being told he was a terrible liar—he’s probably one of the best in the history of Earth. Of course, he can’t beat Alexander. Or Jason.
Jason. Now, there was a surprise. Not five weeks after he dropped off the face of the planet—during the whole Lex/Alexander thing—and missed all the fun—death and mayhem and taking what was always theirs—he came back. Stormed into Alexander’s office, where Kal-El and Alexander were discussing their next move in their take-over. Stormed in and plopped down in one of the chairs, smirked that infuriating smirk and said, “Thanks for killing that bitch for me. I was starting to worry I’d have to do it myself.”
Alexander and Kal-El shared a glance. Alexander poured another drink and walked over, handing it to Jason. “Really, now? And here I thought you loved her.”
Jason laughed, taking a sip. “You can love someone and not like them very much, Alexander,” he said. “Don’t the three of us prove that?”
So he joined them. Together the three of them planned the perfect way to eventually rule the world.
Kal-El pretended to be Clark Kent, worked at the Daily Planet, consoled Lois for the death of her cousin, and lulled everyone he used to know into a false sense of security.
Alexander and Jason took over LuthorCorp and all of Genevieve’s holdings. They became a major player in the business world, slowly but surely taking root.
Genevieve had vanished while Jason was gone. Just... disappeared. Foul play was suspected, but nothing could be proved. Neither Kal-El nor Alexander had inquired, but both were fairly certain Jason had ended her. Probably painfully.
Kal-El and Alexander danced around each other, still somewhat in thrall to the memories of Lex and Clark, who had never acknowledged their attraction. Jason was a comfort-fuck for both of them many times, a role he certainly didn’t mind.
Kal-El, as Clark, began Superman’s ascent, getting the world used to a super-powered being. He saved and rescued and taught children right from wrong. He smiled aw shucks, ma’am at cameras, he gave it was nothing interviews nervously, and he embarrassedly courted Lois Lane.
But at night he’d return to Alexander’s mansion, drink Alexander under the table, and go fuck Jason. He’d pretend Jason was Alexander, Lex, the man Clark Kent fell in love with, the man Kal-El couldn’t get enough of. Jason was fascinating in his way, a beautiful sadist Kal-El would never understand, broken in ways even Alexander couldn’t fathom, and he was definitely the one to complete their unholy triumvirate of evil.
Alexander’d wake the next morning with a hang-over to rival a nuclear explosion and crawl into bed with them. He and Kal-El, Jason said, really needed to get over whatever problems they had and get at it, already, but they just couldn’t. Jason shook his head and stumbled from the bed to the shower, where Alexander joined him and Kal-El left to go to work.
They weren’t evil, really, just wanted to rule the world.
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They say, in near-silent whispers during the dead of night, that once he was a hero. That once he saved instead of killing, that once he preserved instead of destroying.
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But it’s funny, absolute power, isn’t it? Even the best intentions pave the road to hell.
Alexander was such a nice boy, back when his mother was alive. He was a bright ray of sunshine, a boon, a gift given hopefully to the world.
And Kal-El—back when he was Clark, he was the kindest, sweetest, most gentle of all boys.
Who knew onyx and red kryptonite could fuck over the world so well? Who knew childhood traumas could lead to world domination?
Alexander, with Kal-El—Superman—on one side and Jason Teague on the other, announced to the elite of the world that he was now the King.
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They tell their children stories of the savior, of the one sent to save them, to heal them, to... do anything but what he does. They barely hold back the tears, clutching their babies close, murmuring that the good side of him will take over again, will return, will make everything better.
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Alexander, of course, was the leader of their trio. Kal-El wasn’t a fool, not by any means, and he had charisma, but he wouldn’t be able to command. Alexander didn’t underestimate him, couldn’t, but Kal-El, while a terrifying bastard and good general, was not a king.
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They tell themselves one day the hero will return to the husk that wears his face, to the monster in his skin, will resume control and make amends. They tell themselves over and over that one day everything will be alright again.
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And Jason... oh, that was a horrendous thought. Jason was darker than any of them had ever fathomed, ever dreamed about. Genevieve was more evil even than Lionel, a twisted woman who twisted her only child. Jason cared only for himself, push come to shove, and then maybe Alexander.
If he was given the world, he’d destroy it, gleefully, just because he could. Which, none of them had seen, back in Smallville, back when Alexander was Lex and Kal-El was Clark, back when he’d followed Lana from Paris. Of the three of them, he was certainly the best actor.
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They don’t know what happened, what changed, what went wrong inside him. They don’t know where he came from, what he is. All they know is that he used to protect them, used to care for them, and now... he doesn’t. Now he is cold and ruthless and wants only to rule. Wants only to command and sow discord where once he kept the peace.
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Together they planned and together they took and together they rule. Of everyone in the world, they trust only each other. Of everyone in the world, they care only for each other.
Kal-El, Alexander, and Jason know each other completely, know the darkest parts, the deepest fears, what is desired most. There are no secrets between them, no chasms and gaps.
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Once he was a hero, and they’re deluding themselves if they think he’ll become one again. Once he stood for good and hope and love—all those happy things, those things of the Light.
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And the funny thing is, which only Kal-El and Alexander and Jason know, that he never was a hero. None of them were, truth be told. They were only ever fooling themselves, even as boys, when they played at being firefighters and pilots and the hero of the story.
They were never the hero, and never could be. Never will be.
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Now... now... darkness descended on the world when he ascended to power. Pain and death flow, along with blood through the streets—perhaps, more than a few of them wonder, this was his destiny all along.
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They live in Alexander’s mansion, on the outskirts of Smallville. Alexander is the King, the president, the supreme ruler. Jason is his second-in-command, the charming snake who wooed the world. And Kal-El is the enforcer, the most feared of the three, because he was once Superman.
Even though, honestly, he never was.
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The tyrant look suits him.
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Date: 2006-08-12 09:03 am (UTC)really, seriously dark in a good way, and absolutely wonderful characterization!
I hope, you are going to write more for SV :)
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Date: 2006-08-12 01:31 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2006-08-13 12:01 am (UTC)Perfect. There really aren't enough fics with this pairing.
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Date: 2007-09-20 12:05 pm (UTC)Thank you for reading!