#bicorp

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

God I miss Jack so much

I’ve got a scene going in my head that follows up from the idea that if Jack survived, he and Lena would still be together, and he would be trying to help Kara and Lena mend their relationship, if only to help Lena heal. I imagine that after Jack meets Kara for lunch and explains what happened with Andrea right before Lena moved to National City, Kara supersneaks into L-Corp to visit Lena and force a confrontation, where she lets slip that Jack told her about Andrea.

Which means that when Jack returns home later that night, he finds Lena fuming at him. She’s furious that he spoke to Kara without telling her, she’s furious that he shared something intensely private with someone she’s on the outs with, she’s furious that he didn’t even tell her after the fact.

And it’s just, too much. 

“I can’t love you and worry about what I share with you might end up in Kara’s hands, Jack, I just can’t!”

At that moment Jack feels the creeping dread that stole over him that day in Metropolis, when he realized she was slipping through his fingers. Not this time.

He catches her hands in his and holds them to his chest. “I’m sorry,” he says, deep with sincerity. “All I wanted was to help her understand. I should have told you, but I thought it might put you on the defensive the next time she reached out. That was a mistake, I'm sorry. I just... I hate seeing you hurt.”

Lena blinks up at him through her tears. “She has taken everything from me. I couldn’t bear it if she took you too.”

“Never,” Jack promises, wrapping her in a hug that engulfs her entirely. To his relief, she presses herself closer to him, and her tears dampen his shirt. “I’m yours. Body and soul.”

He holds her until the tension bleeds out of her, and her tears taper to exhaustion. Even then, Lena remains distant, and as they finish their evening it’s like a fog exists between her and the rest of the world, numbing her. Her thoughts weigh heavy in her eyes, and heavy in his heart, until Lena finally gives voice the greatest doubt of all.

“How long, Jacky?” Her voice is soft and young against the carpet of night. “How long until you break my heart too?”

Jack kisses the back of her neck, her shoulder, threading one arm across her waist until her fingers catch his and hold him close.

“As long as you want me,” he murmurs. He’s never been more certain of anything in his life than he is of this fact, in this moment, in this bed: there is no one else in the world for him but Lena. “I am yours, Lena Luthor. Body and soul.”

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Big Takeaways from 5x06

- Lena needs a fucking break

- Jack Spheer needs to resurrect, like, NOW (I miss him)

- Why didn’t Lena and Andrea kiss??

- Why are y’all celebrating a retcon of Lena and Kara’s friendship?

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Lena had a Jack in her life and he died too. :( And it was a love she could never get back.

His is a love she can’t replace because love is unique to each person who offers it. But losing Jack doesn’t mean she can’t find a love just as powerful, one that means more by the simple fact that Lena allows herself to embrace it.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

What I hate is that we got so little of Jack and those flashback scenes...didn't just retcon the build up of Kara and Lena's friendship...but Jack and Lena's goodbye too. What happened to, "I'm so sorry for making you choose..." "You could've made it easier on me. It's NOT LIKE I WANTED TO GO." Like...wtf?! Why don't the SG writers watch their own goddamn show for continuity?!

Meh. The dialogue might have shifted, but the emotion was consistent. I’m okay with that scene being what it is. In fact, just give me more of those scenes. I’m not over Jack Spheer.

Oooooooh... could you imagine Lena with her contacts in at the end coming out of the memory of her mother, then turning back to work-- and then Jack leans towards her from across the table like “are you sure you know what you’re doing?” 

Guh the lenses are NOT being used to their fullest potential, y’all.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

Season 5 Wishlist: Moment #5

Lena is abducted and/or trapped somewhere and as she grows more desperate to escape, she hallucinates Jack Spheer who helps her keep calm and rational.

If we're feeling fancy, we'd even get a couple of flashbacks of their life in Metropolis before Lex's arrest. Jack staring as Lena arrives at a gala resplendent in her slinky gown and shiny jewelry-- which seem to fade when she smiles at the sight of him.

We see them joking and laughing all throughout the night. It's clear that it's them against the inanity of their elite circle, complete with Jack's horrible impressions but ultimately accurate predictions of what each guest intends to talk about.

We see scenes at home, or in the lab, the way they work seamlessly together, and Jack keeping up with her right up until Lena jumps ahead to a solution, and even when she loses him he just sits back and lets her go, love and pride in every inch of him.

And in the present Lena's growing more and more desperate, until even Jack's calming influence isn't enough.

"I can't DO THIS ANYMORE!" Lena shouts. "I can't."

Jack crouches next to her. "Yes, you can. Do you remember what you told Lex, when he came sniffing after Biomax?"

Lena groans, too frustrated to think.

"You told him to fuck off." Jack grins at her, until she smiles too.

"I remember..."

"That was the day I knew I'd love you the rest of my life," Jack tells her. "I just didn't realize how short a time that would be."

Their eyes meet, full of unspoken regrets. Jack is the first to push the moment aside.

"But right now," he says, "I need you to tell this place-- and whoever put you here-- to go and do the exact same thing."

Lena nods. She nods, and climbs to her feet, flooded with resolve. "Right. Fuck this."

When she's finally out, and stumbling into Kara's and James' waiting arms, Lena shoots Jack a triumphant grin-- only to find him gone. It's only then she seems to remember that he's dead, and was never there to begin with.

"Lena? What's wrong?"

"Nothing," she says, dispelling their concern with a tight smile. But as they bustle her over to an ambulance, she gives her former prison a lingering glance.

Thank you, Jack.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

A Luthor’s Mercy, Ch. 5

Another update, because the last one didn’t feel like it moved enough. So, here it is. I apologize in advance.

Lena clung to Jack. His arms wrapped around her, warm and solid and the smell of him filled her senses. His voice rumbled through their chests as he murmured soft reassurances. Around them, the building had fallen still, throwing the world into an eerie silence.

Closing her eyes, Lena could almost believe they were in Metropolis: before Lex was arrested, before the trial, before the truth of his crimes had come out, before she had shattered everything with her choice to move to National City. When it had just been the two of them.

“I love you,” Lena murmured.

Jack’s hands rubbed soft circles against her back. “I love you too,” he said. “So, so much…”

Leaning back, Lena brought her hands up to cup his face, feeling the prickle of his beard against her palms. She stared into his eyes, trying to shut out the destruction that she could see in her peripheral vision-- the remains of a perfect life, shattered beyond repair.

“I wanted this with you,” Lena told him. “All of it. I just didn’t know it yet.”

Jack’s features softened in a reassuring smile. “We can still have it. We will. ”

His hand smoothed her hair away from her eyes, trailing across her cheek. Lena leaned into his touch, her chest threatening to fold in on itself. She could almost pretend that night in Spheerical’s labs never happened, that she’d never felt the way his hand went limp in hers, as the life left his eyes.

Almost.

(Continue reading on ao3 here)

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

A Luthor’s Mercy, Ch. 4

Kara didn’t know to expect this. When she put on the helmet Max Lord once created to save her life, she hadn’t known what to expect, but she hadn’t even considered… this. Not Lena in jeans and a soft blouse, with a long graceful necklace far different from the chunky jewelry she usually wore. Not the loose ponytail lying against a relaxed shoulder, softening Lena’s face and lending her a warm, approachable glow.

Not the handful of kids who looked nothing like Lena but clearly belonged, whose faces smiled at her from a thousand photos on the walls and mantel.

Not Jack Spheer, alive and breathing.  

Finding Lena unconscious in her office at L-Corp had seared through the haze that had enveloped Kara after seeing Mon-el lift off in the pod. The sight of the fleshy flower pressed against Lena’s chest silenced all higher brain function. Kara had lingered just long enough to scan the room for any further threat, but found only a black stone vessel--lid askew, half falling out of Lena's cabinet-- embossed with a Daxamite prayer of forgiveness.

Rhea absolved Lena of her betrayal, and granted her the sweetest of deaths.

Kara got Lena to the DEO in record time, and Alex had known what to do. Within minutes Lena had been hooked up to monitors and given an IV, and when Lord’s device was delivered by a sprinting DEO agent, Kara didn’t even bother debating who should be the one to use it.

James had warned against it, a sentiment echoed more gently by Alex, who reminded Kara that Lena had a lot of heartache to be exploited by the Black Mercy-- much of which revolved around the symbol on Kara’s chest. So when Kara laid back against the gurney and settled the visor over her head and eyes, she’d expected to step into a world dominated by Luthors-- Lex, Lionel, even Lillian.

But not this.

Not a cozy apartment brimming with contentment. Not a quiet morning without a single other Luthor in sight. Not the soft love evident in every word, every touch-- the kind Lena had spilling from her fingertips.

The kind anybody would cling to, once they found it.

“Kara, stop,” Lena begged. “Please, just stop.”

Continue reading on ao3 here.

[lena-in-a-red-dress]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

So, I’m writing a thing, with the intention of giving Jack Spheer some love. This is a series of snapshots revolving around his relationship with Lena, starting pre-canon and progressing through the events of Ace Reporter.

@sterling-jay and I decided that the Lena/Jack ship should be called BiCorp. So we’re starting a tag.