Smallville Fic: The Story of Us #17: Her Eyes Believed in Mysteries
She was a general’s daughter.
She was supposed to believe in absolutes. What you could see. What you could feel. And, as her father would say, what you could blow up.
There would be no room for heroes who burned their emblems onto a building. Or could save her from an oncoming car with the feather light touch of his hands moving her quickly out of the way.
Of course, the General had never lived in Smallville. The land of the weird an unexplained. And the longer she lived there, the more distant she felt from a father who only believed in absolutes.
She could only imagine Sam Lane’s snort of derision at the idea of the super-powered man. The one who had saved her on more than one occasion.
The one who had just planted one hell of a kiss on her in the alley.
The one who, it turned out, was the man she had fallen for over a year earlier.
So much for the simple farmboy from Kansas.
Shaking hands touched trembling lips that formed into a smile.
Everything fell into place.
Raindrops began to scatter across her hair, her jacket. For some reason, one that she never fully realized, she began to run. All the while, hearing her father’s stern voice in her head. That it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.
Because his war-weathered eyes believed in absolutes.
But, after years of living in Smallville, her eyes believed in mysteries.
And with one kiss, the mystery was solved.
As she ran through the cold, wet streets, one name was torn desperately from her lips.
“Clark!”
She was supposed to believe in absolutes. What you could see. What you could feel. And, as her father would say, what you could blow up.
There would be no room for heroes who burned their emblems onto a building. Or could save her from an oncoming car with the feather light touch of his hands moving her quickly out of the way.
Of course, the General had never lived in Smallville. The land of the weird an unexplained. And the longer she lived there, the more distant she felt from a father who only believed in absolutes.
She could only imagine Sam Lane’s snort of derision at the idea of the super-powered man. The one who had saved her on more than one occasion.
The one who had just planted one hell of a kiss on her in the alley.
The one who, it turned out, was the man she had fallen for over a year earlier.
So much for the simple farmboy from Kansas.
Shaking hands touched trembling lips that formed into a smile.
Everything fell into place.
Raindrops began to scatter across her hair, her jacket. For some reason, one that she never fully realized, she began to run. All the while, hearing her father’s stern voice in her head. That it couldn’t be. It wasn’t possible.
Because his war-weathered eyes believed in absolutes.
But, after years of living in Smallville, her eyes believed in mysteries.
And with one kiss, the mystery was solved.
As she ran through the cold, wet streets, one name was torn desperately from her lips.
“Clark!”