Time Stamp Fic Meme
I stole this from medie because it looked like fun.
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future ( Read more... )
Give me one of my own stories, and a timestamp sometime in the future (after the end of the story), or sometime in the past (before the story started), and I'll write you at least a hundred words of what happened then, whether it's five minutes before the story started or ten years in the future ( Read more... )
"Damn it!"
Clark lost another screw to his big fumbly fingers. Of all the times for the screwdriver to be missing from the truck toolbox.
As soon as he had this damn door back on, he was gonna swing by ACE Hardware and buy a dozen.
"Need help?"
Chloe was sitting on the bed, towel drying her hair.
"Nope. I got it. Don't need a hand." He winced at his use of the word 'hand'.
Hand. Chloe's hand. Chloe hand between her legs, and on her breast. Back arched, his name on her lips...
His eyes started to itch and burn.
Now is was so not the time for his heat vision to be kicking in.
Then he got an idea.
...
"There we go. Good as new."
Chloe looked up from where she had flipped her head over to blow dry her hair. The room was all kinds of spinning from the rush of blood she got from popping it up to fast.
"Whoa, head rush." She walked over and inspected Clark's handy work at fixing the door he had destroyed.
"Huh? How did you..."
Clark blushed, not expecting her to actually look over his repairs.
"I was having trouble getting the screws to go in... so I kinda heat visioned them in place."
"Really?" Chloe fought back an intense desire to smirk cause she knew what triggered Clark's heat vision and for once it wasn't Lana doing the triggering.
"You ready...to go?" He stammered.
"Yeah."
Chloe grabbed her bag, Daily Planet pass and jacket and headed towards the door. Clark hadn't moved from his place there and yet again she was forced to brush by his huge body.
Unable to let it go, she smiled at him as she moved pass.
"You know Clark, I had a screwdriver."
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