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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There was a rash of fake ‘Supermans’ in the months after he died.
The first time, and only the first, she was dumb enough to let herself hope. She’d rushed to the roof of the Planet, panting and panicking, and yelled for him right then and there. She’d contemplated throwing herself over the building to catch his attention. She’d started planning the rant she was going to give him for making her worry so damn much.
But the person - the thing that came to meet her wasn’t him. Maybe from afar it could fool the masses; already the headlines were screaming “Superman is Back!” But she knew her husband better than she knew herself and this - wasn’t him. Its movements had been mechanical, stilted and studied at the same time. It knew her name. It smiled, lips stretching wide over perfect, white teeth. When it reached out to touch her face, she flinched back, shook her head slowly, and stepped away.
It was like being cut open and she'd walked away slowly so she wouldn't fall because of it.
She didn’t make that mistake again.
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