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captaincopyright2010-05-11 09:12 pm
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Lex Luthor vs. Captain Copyright
Title: Lex Luthor vs. Captain Copyright
Author: Melisande
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Genre: AU
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just playing.
Word Count: 500
Summary: See title.
Thanks tothefourthvine for Captain Copyright, who I think will live on in infamy.
"So, the white slavers are taken care of?"
"So, the white slavers are taken care of?" Lex asked, hanging up Clark's cape while watching him remove the rest of the uniform. He liked to see it come off, and not only because it was a fashion abomination.
"No," Clark said, heading for the shower. He looked exhausted, droopy, maybe even a bit pale. "There were no white slavers. It was Captain Copyright again."
"Hm," Lex said. He was obviously going to have to take down the crusading clown who was making Clark's life miserable. "I'll order pizza."
While waiting for pizza and Clark, Lex got his laptop and opened the summary on fanfic he'd asked Mercy to write. She was startlingly knowledgeable on the subject. And here he'd always thought she was researching weapons or playing WoW.
Lex skipped over to look at his own summary of Captain Copyright's activities. He had first come to national attention by accusing thousands of people of rape. Clark had spent days on that before he finally realized that the accusations were all false. He'd neglected other, real crimes, the Daily Planet, and, most importantly, Lex, while investigating. This was not acceptable.
Then there was the rumor of mass pedophilia. That had taken even more of Clark's already too-full time. "It has to be checked, Lex," Clark had said when Lex pointed out that Captain Copyright seemed to be nothing but hot air and lies.
Perhaps a well-placed bullet would let out the hot air...
"No, Lex," Clark said, entering the dining room shower-fresh and displaying the telepathy Lex knew he didn't really have. "You can't kill him."
Lex refrained from visibly sulking. Clark was really the one with pouty-lip powers, anyway. Luckily, the pizza arrived just then, creating an extra-cheesy diversion.
"It seems there hasn't been a case before the Supreme Court," Lex said over the second pizza, trying out a different tactic. "It should be easy enough to -"
"Lex, we've talked about bribing Supreme Court justices," Clark said sternly. Lex opened his mouth to deny any intention of bribery (in this case) but Clark added, "and blackmailing them. You agreed to stop."
"And how very well that's turned out," Lex grumbled. Really, though, he quite enjoyed the fact that LexCorp was now, in the eyes of the law, a person. LexCorp could do things that Lex Luthor couldn't. Or couldn't without a lot of trouble, at any rate.
He eyed Clark, who, despite the shower and pizza, still looked tired. Clark stood and stretched, long and slow. Lex's evening was looking up. Until Clark said, through a huge yawn,
"I'm beat, and I have that city council meeting to cover in the morning. See you tomorrow." He dropped a kiss on Lex's head and left, heading for the bedroom.
Not. Acceptable.
Lex went back to his laptop. The new bookmark to the Warrior Angel Slash Archive caught his eye, but he ignored its siren call and entered a search for intellectual property lawyers who were sympathetic to fanfic.
Author: Melisande
Pairing: Lex/Clark
Genre: AU
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Disclaimer: The characters are not mine; I'm just playing.
Word Count: 500
Summary: See title.
Thanks to
thefourthvine for Captain Copyright, who I think will live on in infamy."So, the white slavers are taken care of?"
"So, the white slavers are taken care of?" Lex asked, hanging up Clark's cape while watching him remove the rest of the uniform. He liked to see it come off, and not only because it was a fashion abomination.
"No," Clark said, heading for the shower. He looked exhausted, droopy, maybe even a bit pale. "There were no white slavers. It was Captain Copyright again."
"Hm," Lex said. He was obviously going to have to take down the crusading clown who was making Clark's life miserable. "I'll order pizza."
While waiting for pizza and Clark, Lex got his laptop and opened the summary on fanfic he'd asked Mercy to write. She was startlingly knowledgeable on the subject. And here he'd always thought she was researching weapons or playing WoW.
Lex skipped over to look at his own summary of Captain Copyright's activities. He had first come to national attention by accusing thousands of people of rape. Clark had spent days on that before he finally realized that the accusations were all false. He'd neglected other, real crimes, the Daily Planet, and, most importantly, Lex, while investigating. This was not acceptable.
Then there was the rumor of mass pedophilia. That had taken even more of Clark's already too-full time. "It has to be checked, Lex," Clark had said when Lex pointed out that Captain Copyright seemed to be nothing but hot air and lies.
Perhaps a well-placed bullet would let out the hot air...
"No, Lex," Clark said, entering the dining room shower-fresh and displaying the telepathy Lex knew he didn't really have. "You can't kill him."
Lex refrained from visibly sulking. Clark was really the one with pouty-lip powers, anyway. Luckily, the pizza arrived just then, creating an extra-cheesy diversion.
"It seems there hasn't been a case before the Supreme Court," Lex said over the second pizza, trying out a different tactic. "It should be easy enough to -"
"Lex, we've talked about bribing Supreme Court justices," Clark said sternly. Lex opened his mouth to deny any intention of bribery (in this case) but Clark added, "and blackmailing them. You agreed to stop."
"And how very well that's turned out," Lex grumbled. Really, though, he quite enjoyed the fact that LexCorp was now, in the eyes of the law, a person. LexCorp could do things that Lex Luthor couldn't. Or couldn't without a lot of trouble, at any rate.
He eyed Clark, who, despite the shower and pizza, still looked tired. Clark stood and stretched, long and slow. Lex's evening was looking up. Until Clark said, through a huge yawn,
"I'm beat, and I have that city council meeting to cover in the morning. See you tomorrow." He dropped a kiss on Lex's head and left, heading for the bedroom.
Not. Acceptable.
Lex went back to his laptop. The new bookmark to the Warrior Angel Slash Archive caught his eye, but he ignored its siren call and entered a search for intellectual property lawyers who were sympathetic to fanfic.
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This was awesome.
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She was startlingly knowledgeable on the subject. And here he'd always thought she was researching weapons or playing WoW.
Okay, I think that line made my LIFE. XD!
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♥
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Thank you!
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Pretty icon you have there.
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"No, Lex," Clark said, entering the dining room shower-fresh and displaying the telepathy Lex knew he didn't really have. "You can't kill him."
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