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Three nights in a row, Conner's had trouble sleeping. Not anything related to Lex Luthor riding around in the back of his head (And could that get any weirder? Only if Luthor showed up dressed like Wonder Woman, really), no sleepwalking into the field and sketching mathematical formulae ( Read more... ) -
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Since CapeCon, Kon-El has been withdrawn. Quiet ( Read more... ) -
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Bag's packed for this weekend's trip to the Tower. Kon collects a few CD's, stuffing them into the front pocket of the knapsack, including one he had borrowed from Gar, and needs to give back.
He sits on the edge of the bed, retying his bootlaces, wrapping them around the back of his boot, and tying them in front.
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Bio class homework. Normally, he'd give serious consideration to trying to pawn it off on Tim when he got to the Tower for the weekend. But there was a serious talk with Uncle John about personal responsibility. Nothing major, no trouble, but he'd been having what he guessed were normal teenage guy thoughts about that sort of thing. Like, if ( Read more... ) -
Dream a little dream of me
Sleep.
He knows his eyes are open. He doesn't know how he knows--
Help.
--but he knows. Everything is blurry. Watery. The world swims and turns before him, the faces ripple and swirl. He can see a powerfully built man in blue and gold looking in on him, a helmet covering half of his face--
Guardian. That's the Guardian.
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One upside to the frequent fugue states Connor has found himself in: It makes math classes easier to get through. However, it has started to worry enough of his teachers that he's concerned the Kents will be called.
If the Kents are called, then cousin Clark will have to take time away from his busy schedule, fly to Kansas, and bring him all the ( Read more... ) -
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Prisoner in his own mind. Yeah, this is loads of fun. The first few hours were full of trying to overload Scavenger with angry thoughts, screaming at the top of his mental "lungs". The old fart blocked him out like he had cotton in his ears ( Read more... ) -
Smallville, 4:30 a.m.
Kon's been up for hours. He never really slept. Too many things swirling around behind his eyes every time he tried to close them. Too much to stay asleep. Too much to stay in the dark, even. He slipped on his headphones, turning the music up loud, but it can't ever go loud enough to chase away the things spinning through his brain ( Read more... ) -
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Math. He's never had a head for the higher maths, even though, troublingly, once in a while he's woken reciting formulae he doesn't really understand ( Read more... ) -
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Two on one. It was two on one. He shouldn't still be pissed about this.
But he is.
How many times has Superman fought whole groups, after all?
His jaw's still a little sore. Not as sore as his pride, however.
Since coming back to the Tower, he's been camped out in the computer room, going through file footage. Watching. Reading. Learning. ( Read more... )