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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thunder only happens when it's raining
Lois rolls her neck, wincing at the sound of kinks popping in quick succession. She repositions herself on the couch and stares at her computer screen, blinking owlishly as words run into each other. At this point, she’d been working on this article for two hours straight and she still hadn’t making any inroads. She flops her head back against the couch and glances at Clark who’s frowning at his own laptop while his fingers pounce rapidly over the keyboard. Not too fast-because the few times he’s done that, he ended up with a ruined board, an unusable computer and her snickering in amusement in the desk across from him. But definitely faster than most humans can manage on a good day. A useful ability-she should know. She fidgets in her seat at the thought of how he’s used those hands in other, less-professional situations.
The furrow at his brow deepens and his jaw flexes in annoyance as he shoves his spectacles higher up his nose. As hard as the Planet’s working her since the new promotion, Clark’s been working twice as hard to get himself out of the basement (and away from Cat, not that he’d ever say that out loud). And that isn’t even counting Superman duties. She’s pretty sure that will all the articles he’s bringing in about Metropolis’ shiny hero, he’ll be a shoe-in for a leg-up soon enough.
She smirks inwardly. “Superman” had made quite the impression on the world the past few weeks. She’s proud of his name. She came up with that one on the fly the day he officially ‘came out’-not that she hadn’t been turning her names over in her head for months beforehand. When she used it in the first, worldwide Superman exclusive, it’d taken like wildfire.
Clark hates the name for the most part, which - expected. But she has to roll her eyes at how the world’s female population went absolutely batshit crazy at it and him. He already has a troupe of over-excited admirers, women who line up at his conferences, and treat him like a rock star. At least fifteen called him all damsel -in-distress mode and all of them turned out to be false alarms.
Despite the crazies, she likes the name 'Superman' and the world loves it, so he’ll have to get used to it whether he wants to or not.
Saving her article, she cycles her shoulders and sits up. Clearly, it’s well past time for a break-for both of them. She places her laptop on the low-slung table they got for a steal at a garage sale two weekends ago, and wanders over to the stereo, sifting through their CD collection. Settling on a song choice, she clicks “Play.” Clark’s head pops up at the loud guitar riff filling the room. He looks at Lois and shoves his glasses up his nose again. “Hey?”
Lois shimmies her hips in a circle and crooks her finger at him playfully, “Come dance with me, Smallville.”
His brows kick up over his forehead, incredulous. “Dance - now?”
Pasting a serious look on her face, she says, “Yes now - humor me, Fly Boy.”
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