SV Sorkining - Silly Ficlet

[out_there]

*high fives self*

Go me! Beta is *done* and it's not even 7am yet. (Okay, it's *almost* 7am, but damnit, I'm not going to be late for work *yet*.)

However, as I was complaining earlier, I've become very comfortable in Sorkinfic, so much so, that going back to SV seems strange. They should be talking in Sorkinese, like they do below... (Celli said it was cute, so I'm posting it to LJ just for giggles.)

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SV Sorkinese

Lex narrowed his eyes. "What are you doing here?"

"What am I doing here?" Clark asked, watching the multi-billionaire closely.

"What are you doing here?" Lex casually brushed his hand over the controls of his kryptonite fueled laser. "You shouldn't be here, Clark."

"I know."

"You shouldn't."

Clark rolled his eyes. "I picked up on that the first time."

"So what are you doing here?"

"I'm trying to thwart your attempt to take over the world."

"I'm not taking over it," Lex objected mildly, "I'm just..."

"Trying to buy it?" Clark sighed. "Ruling the world isn't like managing the Sharks, Lex. You can't just pay people to want to live under your rule."

"I think it's just like the Sharks. Give people enough incentive, they'll score a touch-down every time."

"And you think threatening to melt the major cities of North America will do the trick?"

"I'd certainly consider it an incentive," Lex said firmly, looking down at the controls in his hand.

Clark took a few more steps over and stood beside Lex. "Lex, it's not going to work."

"It should."

"It's not," Clark said gently, settling his hands over Lex's, and pulling them far away from the blinking red buttons. "Blowing up half of America is not going to make Metropolis win the World Series."

Lex sighed despondently, dropping his head to Clark's shoulder. "Probably not."

"Come to bed." Clark wrapped a hand around Lex's shoulders, using his other hand to quickly power-down the laser.

"Okay."

"You can work on bribing the other teams tomorrow."

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Comments

[celli]

It *is* cute! *loves*

[out-there.livejournal.com]

As are you! *hugs you*

[eal.livejournal.com]

celli pointed me here. This is great!

Just enough Sorkin, but not so much that you lose the great Clex vibe.

Nicely done.

M

[out-there.livejournal.com]

*beams* Thank you.

[svmadelyn.livejournal.com]

*grins* It's funny 'cause it's what would *happen*.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

Thanks! I think Lex would take his home team very seriously, especially if he owned them. *g*

[philexos.livejournal.com]

That's adorable. And so perfect for them! They talk like that all the time... uh... in their heads. heh

Thanks :)

[out-there.livejournal.com]

They talk like that all the time... uh... in their heads. heh

*snerk* That's probably the best way to describe it.

Thanks for commenting!

[thespatz.livejournal.com]

*dies laughing*

I haven't seen a Sorkin show (my friend is lending me The West Wing, though, so that won't last), but this is hysterical.

[out-there.livejournal.com]

I haven't seen a Sorkin show (my friend is lending me The West Wing, though, so that won't last), but this is hysterical.

Thank you! *beams*

When you watch WW, you'll see the dialogue pattern I'm playing with. Lots of short, shart sentences with a lot of repetition (ie. "Did you hear about the thing?" "The thing?" "The thing with so-and-so." "What's the thing with so-and-so?").

[thespatz.livejournal.com]

Ah, snappy dialogue. Sadly fallen into disfavor these days, making way for moon eyes and boring, sappy monologues by pretty people who can't act.

(I'm not bitter about Lana, really....)