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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bright lights, big city
Clark shifts the bulging shopping bag cradled in his arms with a sigh, and trudges up the stairs. Two weeks in the new apartment and he’s figured out that taking the elevator probably isn’t the smartest idea in the world-certainly not in this building. He already got himself stuck in there twice.
The first time, he’d been alone so it wasn’t so much of a problem. He managed to jump onto the ceiling and push it to the basement with no one catching on. But one time, he got trapped in the miniscule box with a lady from the fourth floor, Mrs. Lerman. She was nice enough but the fact that he was stuck in that space for nearly two hours when he could’ve gotten them out so easily was irritating. He smiles to himself at memory. Mrs. Lerman was talkative, really talkative. She’d been curious about the new kids up on 7th, along with most of the building, she said. He and Lois had laughed about it over dinner that night. The fact that their neighbors, two floors down, were wondering who they were, was both endearing and a little creepy.
A car horn blares, the disruptive sound bleeding in through the walls. It’s odd living in the city-with all the sounds of the city. Lois was well-used to it and even she was having trouble adjusting. The loud sigh of a bus pulling up at a traffic light; the wail of an ambulance or a police siren; the clang of a garbage truck being filled; music from the neighbors to the left of them who played hip-hop on Tuesdays and rock on Fridays.
And the smells are different too. City smells. He imagines his dad saying it with a slight sneer on his face and his typical disdain of city life. The abrasive tang of newly-laid tar, trash left lying out for days, acrid exhaust fumes, and sweat. The unmistakable smell of people-people living and doing and going about their business every single day, come rain or sun.
He can’t say that he doesn’t miss the farm some days. The quiet, the way he can see the stars at night without using his abilities; the clean, fresh smell of grass and wet earth in the mornings.
But living in Metropolis is an adventure all its own. He’s getting used to the thrum of the city’s pulse, and he likes it. It means he’s in the thick things in more ways than just the Daily Planet.
He turns the key to the apartment and pushes the door open. A familiar sight greets him. Lois, dressed in one of his shirts, her long legs poking out from underneath, her hair caught up in a bun at the top of her head, and a spare pair of his glasses on her nose. She’s reading at the kitchen counter while her fingers play with the stem of a wineglass. She looks up at his entrance and smiles warmly. “Hey, Smallville. Oh, good, you brought dinner. I’m starving.”
His mouth stretches in response, and he thinks, it might be strange. Some parts of living in the city might be really strange, a bit of a culture shock for him even. But this, coming home to Lois, this feels like home.
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I really love the way you paint the picture of the city. I really love that you touched upon this idea that waking up in the city ::is:: going to be a different experience for both Clark and Lois. Yes, Clark has spent a great deal of time working in Metropolis over the last few years. But he has still been waking up on the farm. He's still been going home to that farm. This is a whole new world and so many new things to adjust to.
When I moved out of the city I remember experiencing such a sense of ....strangeness....because it was finally quiet again. I used to live so close to the train and every morning I would wake up to the train tracks outside my window. When I got married...we moved to an absolutely gorgeous spot but it was more quiet. It took some getting used to the other way around!
I also love the detail of Lois wearing his glasses. I loved at the end of "Booster" that it looked like she had snagged them. It raises so many questions. Does Lois actually need reading glasses but she just refuses to get them? Is there an actual prescription in the glasses that help her? Or does she just wear them for fun and for a way to be close to Clark?
And you know how in love I am with the idea of "home" with Lois and Clark.
I absolutely love this. What a treat. Thank you so much for doing this for me. It truly brightened my day (after a stressful afternoon) and it made me miss you so much. I miss you so much too!!!!!
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I like spaces and thinking about spaces so this was fun to do just try and have a wee moment in Clark's head.
Lois wearing his glasses may be my single most favorite thing of the past few episodes because I had a fic once when Lois and Clark were older, much older, and Lois stole his glasses to read but refused to admit that she needed them. So I'm glad it's sort of canon.
Yay!!!
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Boy am I glad too :)
I'm glad you're enjoying these!
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