Smallville Fic(let)/Drabble Meme + shameless TVD promotion
I am overcome with many of the feelings on the soon-coming end of my show, (Smallville). So to help myself (and maybe some of you) through this, I propose a.........
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If she strains her ears a little, she can hear Lois one floor up in Clark’s old bedroom, talking rapidly into a phone and typing at her computer - a mile-a-minute as always - even at seven months pregnant with her third child. Clark is, no doubt, right next to her, scanning some of those research papers they brought with them at super-speed and feeding the information to his wife while he rubs her feet absently.
She smiles and starts another row of pearl.
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The front door creaks open and a set of heavy footsteps come toward her. It’s Clark.
“Hey, Mom, you all right out here by yourself?” he asks.
She looks at him and lets a wave pride roll over her. This man standing before with shoulders that seem wide enough to carry the world - it’s almost unbelievable that he was once the little boy she cradled in her arms and sang lullabies to. The one with the small hand reaching for hers, fragile fingers (or so she’d thought that first day) clutching her tight as if he’d never let go. But he had. And now he had a family of his own.
“I’m all right, honey,” she says, and then with a knowing smirk, “Now shouldn’t you be getting some pie for Lois?”
“How’d you know?” he’s chuckling under his breath, leaning against the hardwood pillar by the steps. Martha points at her head. “A mother’s intuition is never far off.”
Clark snorts, “Don’t I know it.”
“And make sure the ice cream doesn’t melt all over it, Smallville!”
Lois’ yell reaches them loud and clear and he straightens up to do as told with almost comical haste.
And then he stops. Tilts his head, his eyes are far away for a second. Martha watches him intently as the awareness of some place other than right here - other than Kansas for all she knows - slides over him. His shoulders straighten, and his jaw clenches a little, one hand folds itself into a fist and he seems as tightly-coiled as a spring.
“Mom I-”
Waving her hand, Martha says, bemused, “I know, Superman - go on, I’ll get Lois her pie.”
He shoots her an apologetic look before the gravity hardens his eyes, and before she can even blink, he’s gone in a blur of blue and red.
The chorus of “Bye, Daddy!” floating on the wind from the field makes her mouth curve upwards.
The oven timer lets out an ornery buzz. She folds her knitting and puts it in the bag at her feet, and goes into the house.
-fin-
Written quick, all mistakes are my own, hope I caught them all and that you like it!
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I can't imagine what it's like for any parent to see her child grow up, but for this woman, it must just be awe-inspiring. I'm glad you liked it and it wasn't too... eh... extra or whatever.
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So much love!
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Thank you :)
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“And make sure the ice cream doesn’t melt all over it, Smallville!”
Lois’ yell reaches them loud and clear and he straightens up to do as told with almost comical haste.
Somebody's whipped. LOL, I love it!
The chorus of “Bye, Daddy!” floating on the wind from the field makes her mouth curve upwards.
I don't think my brain can comprehend the level of cuteness that Lois and Clark's children would be. :D
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LOL, I feel like Clark is a regular foot soldier with General Lois around ;)
Babies!!!! thanks, bb!
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This is a wonderful depiction of domestic bliss.
Thank you
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I am so glad that you liked this :) I think it's my favorite, I just love Martha so much, and this little family.
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