7 Smallville drabbles
The following are seven un-related 100-word drabbles written for the community sv100 . T he prompt for the current challenge is bed.
General header for all drabbles:
Author: Karen U
Category: Smallville
Disclaimer: No one you recognize belongs to me.
Rating: G to PG
Spoilers: none, really
I'm feeling too lazy to do seven cuts, so, they're all under one cut.
Deliveries
Chloe blinked, looking at all the produce in the bed of the truck. Arching a brow, she looked over at Clark. He gave her an innocent look, but Chloe was having none of it. "I thought you said there were only a few deliveries to make," she said, thinking Clark's promise to help her on the Torch after they were done would be a very long time from now.
He sent her a pleading look. "Chloe... Please. I'll be so bored if you don't come, and I promise I'll help you..."
She sighed. She never could say no to him.
Heavy
Her mouth felt like cotton, and she made a face as she lifted her head from the carpet. "Why aren't I in my bed?" Lois croaked, and Chloe paused in whatever she was doing to look at her.
"Because you had way too much to drink, decided that you wanted to sleep in the middle of the living room, and you're way too heavy for me to drag you to your bed," the blonde said, bending down to give Lois a bottle of water and some aspirin. "Next time... Don't drink so much."
Lois thought that sounded like good advice.
The Answer
There were several questions she asked herself before she answered him. If she loved him. If she thought she'd be happy in the life he led. If she thought he could handle her taking part in that life as well. If they made each other happy. If she thought they could still work together as part of a team. If she wanted to share a bed with him for the rest of her life, if she wanted to be with him forever. When Chloe realized that her answer to all the questions was yes, she knew her answer for Oliver.
Missed
Maybe all those shots she lined up along the bar were not the best idea. Her head felt fuzzy, she felt more hot than warm, and she'd sort of thrown up on the sidewalk. Her steps were unsteady as she made her way across the apartment, stumbling to her room, wanting to sleep this off and then deal with the hangover in the morning. As she let herself fall, she thought the impact was a little rough, but it took her a few seconds to realize that she'd missed the bed. Lois closed her eyes and went to sleep anyway.
Confusion
"What happened to my bed?"
A blonde head poked into the room. "Your bed is probably at your apartment. That's my bed."
"Why am I in your bed?" Oliver asked.
"Because you showed up drunk and I couldn't get rid of you," Chloe returned. "You're lucky I was home alone. Less questions that way. Such as, you know, why a drunken billionaire would show up at my apartment in the middle of the night in the first place."
He winced. "Sorry." Oliver frowned as realized something else. "What happened to my pants?"
Chloe's only response was a snort of laughter.
Grateful
Bart Allen knew enough to be grateful for what he had. He had a home, a great boss, and a job that let him use his abilities instead of labeling him a freak. Yeah, there was danger, but danger was a part of life, and being part of the team was better than being alone. Because Barthad been alone. He'd been on the streets and had nights with no bed to sleep in. Thanks to Oliver, those days were gone, and Bart Allen was fully aware of how good he had it. He wouldn't give it up for the world.
Camping
"No. People do not sleep in tents on the ground. People sleep in beds, gentlemen. Beds," Chloe said, stressing the word, giving them all a look. "I sleep in a bed. Always."
"Oh, come on, Chloe. It'll be fun," Bart urged, and AC gave her a winning smile.
"It wouldn't be the whole team without you," he told her, and she heaved out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at the men, pointedly ignoring the smirk on Oliver's face.
"Fine," she said with a huff. "I'll go camping."
The things she did for these guys.
General header for all drabbles:
Author: Karen U
Category: Smallville
Disclaimer: No one you recognize belongs to me.
Rating: G to PG
Spoilers: none, really
I'm feeling too lazy to do seven cuts, so, they're all under one cut.
Deliveries
Chloe blinked, looking at all the produce in the bed of the truck. Arching a brow, she looked over at Clark. He gave her an innocent look, but Chloe was having none of it. "I thought you said there were only a few deliveries to make," she said, thinking Clark's promise to help her on the Torch after they were done would be a very long time from now.
He sent her a pleading look. "Chloe... Please. I'll be so bored if you don't come, and I promise I'll help you..."
She sighed. She never could say no to him.
Heavy
Her mouth felt like cotton, and she made a face as she lifted her head from the carpet. "Why aren't I in my bed?" Lois croaked, and Chloe paused in whatever she was doing to look at her.
"Because you had way too much to drink, decided that you wanted to sleep in the middle of the living room, and you're way too heavy for me to drag you to your bed," the blonde said, bending down to give Lois a bottle of water and some aspirin. "Next time... Don't drink so much."
Lois thought that sounded like good advice.
The Answer
There were several questions she asked herself before she answered him. If she loved him. If she thought she'd be happy in the life he led. If she thought he could handle her taking part in that life as well. If they made each other happy. If she thought they could still work together as part of a team. If she wanted to share a bed with him for the rest of her life, if she wanted to be with him forever. When Chloe realized that her answer to all the questions was yes, she knew her answer for Oliver.
Missed
Maybe all those shots she lined up along the bar were not the best idea. Her head felt fuzzy, she felt more hot than warm, and she'd sort of thrown up on the sidewalk. Her steps were unsteady as she made her way across the apartment, stumbling to her room, wanting to sleep this off and then deal with the hangover in the morning. As she let herself fall, she thought the impact was a little rough, but it took her a few seconds to realize that she'd missed the bed. Lois closed her eyes and went to sleep anyway.
Confusion
"What happened to my bed?"
A blonde head poked into the room. "Your bed is probably at your apartment. That's my bed."
"Why am I in your bed?" Oliver asked.
"Because you showed up drunk and I couldn't get rid of you," Chloe returned. "You're lucky I was home alone. Less questions that way. Such as, you know, why a drunken billionaire would show up at my apartment in the middle of the night in the first place."
He winced. "Sorry." Oliver frowned as realized something else. "What happened to my pants?"
Chloe's only response was a snort of laughter.
Grateful
Bart Allen knew enough to be grateful for what he had. He had a home, a great boss, and a job that let him use his abilities instead of labeling him a freak. Yeah, there was danger, but danger was a part of life, and being part of the team was better than being alone. Because Barthad been alone. He'd been on the streets and had nights with no bed to sleep in. Thanks to Oliver, those days were gone, and Bart Allen was fully aware of how good he had it. He wouldn't give it up for the world.
Camping
"No. People do not sleep in tents on the ground. People sleep in beds, gentlemen. Beds," Chloe said, stressing the word, giving them all a look. "I sleep in a bed. Always."
"Oh, come on, Chloe. It'll be fun," Bart urged, and AC gave her a winning smile.
"It wouldn't be the whole team without you," he told her, and she heaved out a sigh, crossing her arms over her chest as she looked at the men, pointedly ignoring the smirk on Oliver's face.
"Fine," she said with a huff. "I'll go camping."
The things she did for these guys.