Chlark Fanfic: Let It Snow!
Hola!
If y'all haven't had enough of me yet, I've got another Chlarky holiday short for ya. ;-) If the banner looks familiar to you, it's because it's an off-shoot of Agenda, my very first smallvillebbang story from a coupla years back.
Enjoy! Don't worry, it's only a two-parter, so no waiting. *pauses for sighs of relief*
Lovely Chlark banner by go_clo.
Title: Let It Snow
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Timeline: Futurefic. Sequel to Agenda.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe does not like snow. Her family are determined to change her mind.
Feedback: …makes me squee!
Written for thechlarkette in the 2012 secret_chlark winter gift exchange, who wanted:
1) LOTS of Christmas stuff
2) Snowball fight
3) Lots of merriment
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
- Frank Sinatra, Let It Snow
***
Let It Snow
Part 1
“No.”
“Chloe-”
“No.”
“Come on…” her husband wheedled.
“Again, no.”
He raised a brow and gave her a lecherous grin. “Anything I can do to convince you?”
She snorted. “In this condition? No.”
He sighed and turned to their daughter. “You try.”
Chloe heard the girl strategically clear her throat. “Oh, Mom…?”
Chloe smiled. “No, honey.”
“Pleeeeeease….?” the teenager trilled.
“I said no.”
“It’ll be fun!”
“No means no.”
“You have to do this with us, Mom. I’m not backing down!”
“And neither am I,” Chloe replied sweetly. “No.”
But her daughter remained undeterred. “Pretty please with ice cream, a cherry and sprinkles?”
“…and a wafer with chocolate fudge sauce?” her husband added hopefully.
“What part of no are you two failing to get?” Chloe asked, exasperated. “It’s one little word, guys; one teeny-tiny syllable made up of two simple letters that convey my sentiments exactly. No. I do not want to have a snowball fight.”
“Why not?” Clark asked.
“Yeah, Mom, why not?” Gabby echoed. “It’s Christmas Day, and the snow is almost a foot high. And snowballs are awesome, so you have to make them with us!”
Chloe sighed prepared to tick the reasons off on her fingers. “First and foremost: I do not do snow. Never have, never will. Second: I’m far too pregnant right now to go traipsing around in the cold, tossing scrunched up balls of compressed snow. Heck, I can barely reach the floor. And third: I have two major articles to complete before my maternity leave begins, and I’d rather do them in the warmth of the house by the comfort of a roaring fire, thank you very much.” With that, she turned her attention back to her computer.
Gabby huffed and folded her arms. “Spoilsport.”
“I’m your mother, it’s my job to be a spoilsport,” she chuckled. “Besides, your grandmother needs my help in the kitchen.”
“No, I don’t!” Martha Kent piped up from the kitchen.
“Maybe not right now, but you might later on!” Chloe yelled back.
“Don’t make me your excuse, dear!” her mother-in-law replied cheerily.
Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’ll sit this one out, if you don’t mind,” she said, ruffling her daughter’s hair affectionately. “Go on; go play in the snow with your father.”
“It’s not the same without you,” Gabby said mournfully as she put on a bright orange bobble-hat.
“Emotional blackmail, Gabby? Really?” Chloe grinned. “Wow, you do fight dirty.”
“Clearly not dirty enough, because it’s not working,” she grumbled. “Fine. I’ll just go throw snowballs at Dad’s head then.”
“You’re missing out, you know,” Clark added as he and Gabby headed out the door.
“And that suits me fine,” she replied airily. “Have fun!”
The went outside and closed the door behind them. Chloe relaxed on the sofa, wriggling around in an attempt to get as comfortable possible; not easy with an eight-month pregnancy belly, but she somehow managed it. Satisfied, she balanced the laptop on her baby bump and started typing.
***
The delighted shrieks and yells of her husband and daughter filled her ears as they duelled outside in a fierce snowball battle.
Chloe’s heart swelled with warmth as the happy sounds comforted her. She marvelled at how much all their lives had changed dramatically in less than a year; Gabby had found and forged a solid relationship with the father she had never known, her own strained relationship with her daughter was now mended, and she and Clark had reconnected in the most intimate and beautiful of ways. The life blossoming in her womb was an unexpected but welcome surprise; a very sweet cherry on top of an already delicious cake.
She smiled and reached for the cup of decaf coffee on the table beside her; suddenly there was a familiar whoosh, and her fingers encountered empty space.
She blinked. “What the-?”
There was another whoosh, and her computer disappeared.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” she cried. Gingerly she got to her feet and waddled to the front door, which she yanked open.
“Alright - where’s my coffee and computer?” she yelled at her husband and daughter, both of whom regarded her with obviously schooled expressions.
Clark shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t give me that, mister. I know you’re both in cahoots on this!” She slipped her feet into her snow boots and shrugged on a heavy coat and gloves. Darn it, she’d been so determined not to go out today…
She scowled at her daughter, who was carefully crafting a very large snowball. “And you, young lady - is this how you repay me for twenty-four hours of labour and fifteen years of tender loving care?”
Gabby simply grinned and disappeared, only to re-appear a fraction of a second later. Chloe suddenly felt a chill run down her back - literally.
“Eeeeek!” she screamed, wriggling in a most ungainly fashion as a cold snowball slid down her back. “You treacherous little brat!”
“Love you too, Mom!” Gabby squealed with laughter.
“Here, let me take care of that,” Clark offered. He waded over and stood behind her, and the warmth of his heat vision radiated across her back, effectively drying out the chilly dampness left by the snowball.
“Better?” he asked.
She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It is now.”
He returned her smile and lowered his head to hers for a brief kiss. Unbeknownst to him, her hands had been busy scooping snow from the window ledge while he’d been drying her back, and as soon as he kissed her, she released her fingers and dropped a snowball down the back of his shirt.
Clark yelped, and she and Gabby burst into fits of laughter. And before she knew it, she was hurling snowballs at both of them, using snow from the window-ledge that she could easily reach.
“Take that!” Chloe yelled gleefully, throwing a large snowball at Clark. The snowball hit him square in the middle of his chest - and sent him flying.
***
Chloe watched in horror as her husband sailed through the air and landed on a snowdrift about thirty feet away.
“Sorry!” she cried, wading towards him.
Gabby meanwhile had collapsed in the snow in a fit of giggles. “I so wish I had caught that on camera!” she wheezed.
“Typical,” Chloe muttered under her breath. “Clark, are you okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he said. He reached her side and patted her belly affectionately. “Little guy playing up again, huh?”
“I don’t understand it; these sudden bursts of super-strength just come out of nowhere,” she said, shaking her head at the unexpected side-effect of her pregnancy. “This never happened with Gabby.”
“Must be a guy thing,” Clark said reassuringly. “How do you feel? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It doesn’t hurt or anything, just…makes me really hungry.”
“I’ll take you back inside,” he offered.
“Not before we’ve made snow angels!” Gabby said from where she was still lying in the snow, flapping her arms in delight. “Please? Come on, you two - let’s make it a Christmas to remember!”
“I’m game,” Clark offered. “Chloe?”
Chloe rolled her eyes and nodded. “Fine. But I can’t stay on my back for too long, and you’ve got to help me get back up again afterwards.”
***
Part 2…
If y'all haven't had enough of me yet, I've got another Chlarky holiday short for ya. ;-) If the banner looks familiar to you, it's because it's an off-shoot of Agenda, my very first smallvillebbang story from a coupla years back.
Enjoy! Don't worry, it's only a two-parter, so no waiting. *pauses for sighs of relief*
Lovely Chlark banner by go_clo.
Title: Let It Snow
Author: BabyDee1
Pairing: Chlark
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Timeline: Futurefic. Sequel to Agenda.
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: Chloe does not like snow. Her family are determined to change her mind.
Feedback: …makes me squee!
Written for thechlarkette in the 2012 secret_chlark winter gift exchange, who wanted:
1) LOTS of Christmas stuff
2) Snowball fight
3) Lots of merriment
Oh the weather outside is frightful
But the fire is so delightful
And since we’ve no place to go
Let it snow! Let it snow! Let it snow!
- Frank Sinatra, Let It Snow
***
Let It Snow
Part 1
“No.”
“Chloe-”
“No.”
“Come on…” her husband wheedled.
“Again, no.”
He raised a brow and gave her a lecherous grin. “Anything I can do to convince you?”
She snorted. “In this condition? No.”
He sighed and turned to their daughter. “You try.”
Chloe heard the girl strategically clear her throat. “Oh, Mom…?”
Chloe smiled. “No, honey.”
“Pleeeeeease….?” the teenager trilled.
“I said no.”
“It’ll be fun!”
“No means no.”
“You have to do this with us, Mom. I’m not backing down!”
“And neither am I,” Chloe replied sweetly. “No.”
But her daughter remained undeterred. “Pretty please with ice cream, a cherry and sprinkles?”
“…and a wafer with chocolate fudge sauce?” her husband added hopefully.
“What part of no are you two failing to get?” Chloe asked, exasperated. “It’s one little word, guys; one teeny-tiny syllable made up of two simple letters that convey my sentiments exactly. No. I do not want to have a snowball fight.”
“Why not?” Clark asked.
“Yeah, Mom, why not?” Gabby echoed. “It’s Christmas Day, and the snow is almost a foot high. And snowballs are awesome, so you have to make them with us!”
Chloe sighed prepared to tick the reasons off on her fingers. “First and foremost: I do not do snow. Never have, never will. Second: I’m far too pregnant right now to go traipsing around in the cold, tossing scrunched up balls of compressed snow. Heck, I can barely reach the floor. And third: I have two major articles to complete before my maternity leave begins, and I’d rather do them in the warmth of the house by the comfort of a roaring fire, thank you very much.” With that, she turned her attention back to her computer.
Gabby huffed and folded her arms. “Spoilsport.”
“I’m your mother, it’s my job to be a spoilsport,” she chuckled. “Besides, your grandmother needs my help in the kitchen.”
“No, I don’t!” Martha Kent piped up from the kitchen.
“Maybe not right now, but you might later on!” Chloe yelled back.
“Don’t make me your excuse, dear!” her mother-in-law replied cheerily.
Chloe rolled her eyes and sighed. “I’ll sit this one out, if you don’t mind,” she said, ruffling her daughter’s hair affectionately. “Go on; go play in the snow with your father.”
“It’s not the same without you,” Gabby said mournfully as she put on a bright orange bobble-hat.
“Emotional blackmail, Gabby? Really?” Chloe grinned. “Wow, you do fight dirty.”
“Clearly not dirty enough, because it’s not working,” she grumbled. “Fine. I’ll just go throw snowballs at Dad’s head then.”
“You’re missing out, you know,” Clark added as he and Gabby headed out the door.
“And that suits me fine,” she replied airily. “Have fun!”
The went outside and closed the door behind them. Chloe relaxed on the sofa, wriggling around in an attempt to get as comfortable possible; not easy with an eight-month pregnancy belly, but she somehow managed it. Satisfied, she balanced the laptop on her baby bump and started typing.
***
The delighted shrieks and yells of her husband and daughter filled her ears as they duelled outside in a fierce snowball battle.
Chloe’s heart swelled with warmth as the happy sounds comforted her. She marvelled at how much all their lives had changed dramatically in less than a year; Gabby had found and forged a solid relationship with the father she had never known, her own strained relationship with her daughter was now mended, and she and Clark had reconnected in the most intimate and beautiful of ways. The life blossoming in her womb was an unexpected but welcome surprise; a very sweet cherry on top of an already delicious cake.
She smiled and reached for the cup of decaf coffee on the table beside her; suddenly there was a familiar whoosh, and her fingers encountered empty space.
She blinked. “What the-?”
There was another whoosh, and her computer disappeared.
“Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me!” she cried. Gingerly she got to her feet and waddled to the front door, which she yanked open.
“Alright - where’s my coffee and computer?” she yelled at her husband and daughter, both of whom regarded her with obviously schooled expressions.
Clark shrugged. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t give me that, mister. I know you’re both in cahoots on this!” She slipped her feet into her snow boots and shrugged on a heavy coat and gloves. Darn it, she’d been so determined not to go out today…
She scowled at her daughter, who was carefully crafting a very large snowball. “And you, young lady - is this how you repay me for twenty-four hours of labour and fifteen years of tender loving care?”
Gabby simply grinned and disappeared, only to re-appear a fraction of a second later. Chloe suddenly felt a chill run down her back - literally.
“Eeeeek!” she screamed, wriggling in a most ungainly fashion as a cold snowball slid down her back. “You treacherous little brat!”
“Love you too, Mom!” Gabby squealed with laughter.
“Here, let me take care of that,” Clark offered. He waded over and stood behind her, and the warmth of his heat vision radiated across her back, effectively drying out the chilly dampness left by the snowball.
“Better?” he asked.
She smiled up at him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “It is now.”
He returned her smile and lowered his head to hers for a brief kiss. Unbeknownst to him, her hands had been busy scooping snow from the window ledge while he’d been drying her back, and as soon as he kissed her, she released her fingers and dropped a snowball down the back of his shirt.
Clark yelped, and she and Gabby burst into fits of laughter. And before she knew it, she was hurling snowballs at both of them, using snow from the window-ledge that she could easily reach.
“Take that!” Chloe yelled gleefully, throwing a large snowball at Clark. The snowball hit him square in the middle of his chest - and sent him flying.
***
Chloe watched in horror as her husband sailed through the air and landed on a snowdrift about thirty feet away.
“Sorry!” she cried, wading towards him.
Gabby meanwhile had collapsed in the snow in a fit of giggles. “I so wish I had caught that on camera!” she wheezed.
“Typical,” Chloe muttered under her breath. “Clark, are you okay?”
“Don’t worry, I’m fine,” he said. He reached her side and patted her belly affectionately. “Little guy playing up again, huh?”
“I don’t understand it; these sudden bursts of super-strength just come out of nowhere,” she said, shaking her head at the unexpected side-effect of her pregnancy. “This never happened with Gabby.”
“Must be a guy thing,” Clark said reassuringly. “How do you feel? Are you alright?”
“I’m fine,” she replied. “It doesn’t hurt or anything, just…makes me really hungry.”
“I’ll take you back inside,” he offered.
“Not before we’ve made snow angels!” Gabby said from where she was still lying in the snow, flapping her arms in delight. “Please? Come on, you two - let’s make it a Christmas to remember!”
“I’m game,” Clark offered. “Chloe?”
Chloe rolled her eyes and nodded. “Fine. But I can’t stay on my back for too long, and you’ve got to help me get back up again afterwards.”
***
Part 2…