I love a fic, like this one, that makes me hear the actor's voices, and also captures what the actors brought to their characters that made them so powerful:

It was easy to forget how strong he was, the power he possessed. He didn’t flaunt it like Lex or conceal it like Clark. It was just there.

This is a killer, wish-I'd-written-it expression of what Witwer brought to Davis, and why he seemed so compelling from the start.

I was a little bit shattered by your description of Chloe's good day: for one thing I think I'd give my firstborn for a station in the middle of the plains that played Bowie, and I wasn't anticipating the way you'd stick us with canon at the end. Perfectly bittersweet.