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Quick fic recc:

Huitlaloche by

velvetglove
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: gen, mostly (some Clark/Lex)
Summary: Story of a meteor mutant's life. Written in the second person, but don't let that scare you away. Rarely do I come across a fic with such a well developed original character. But then, this is

velvetglove, we're talking about. Part of the remix challenge.

You and Jodi are learning to knit. One of the phlebotomists, Nancy, has been reassigned to teach you; she seems nervous, but she's trying to make the best of it. Jodi was in some sort of weird testing with the green rocks all last week and now her fat-sucking problem is back. She drags around an IV pole that sways with the weight of bags of lipids. A guard hovers; if Jodi makes any sudden moves toward you or Nancy, she'll be shot full of tranqs.

While Jodi was out, a bunch of you decided to dye your hair. Yours is black; it doesn't look very good. There are still spots of dye on your t-shirt even though you've washed it since then. Jodi narrows her eyes critically as she looks at your messy ponytail.

"That's cool," she says. "Maybe I should dye mine, too." She looks down at her needles. "Oh, shit," she says. "I missed a...loopy thing. A stitch." When Nancy bends over Jodi's work to inspect the damage, Jodi opens her jaw wide, freakishly wide, and bares her teeth just inches from Nancy's neck; the guard can't see, and Jodi winks at you. She's just messing around.

I got the Nine Inch Nails CD set I wanted. $3.00 plus shipping and handling off eBay. Should come in the mail in about a week. Yay for me!