Ficlets: With Two Careers and a Boyfriend; Left Behind | Reeveverse & SR | Crack Threesomes
Title: With Two Careers and a Boyfriend
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Characters/Pairing: Clark Kent/Jimmy Olsen/Lana Lang
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 427
Prompt: For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: mistake, virgin/innocent, panic
Summary: Bringing Jimmy back to Smallville to meet Lana was probably a mistake.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: The challenge is now down to all the weird threesomes and crack pairs. So, here's the first of a bunch that I've gotten written.
With Two Careers and a Boyfriend
It wasn’t so much that Clark worried about what his Ma might think-that ship had sailed long ago, when Clark had been caught fooling around with Pete Ross in the barn during summer break when they were fourteen-it was that he couldn’t stop running over in his head how this would go with Lana.
Lana, the girl he’d taken to senior prom. That didn’t mind if Clark and Pete spent their afternoons necking instead of studying, as long as she got some alone time with him, too. That didn’t care when he came home from college that first semester and told her everything about the boyfriend he finally lost his virginity to-which of course was different from the virginity that he and Lana had lost together the year before. That had eventually told him she had to move on if he wasn’t planning on actually coming home and settling down with her.
Now here he stood, fidgeting on her front porch, his fingers twitching as he rang the bell. This was probably a mistake. Probably the dumbest thing he’d done in his life, bringing someone back here to Smallville with him, and dropping in on Lana this way, but-
But Lana had invited him. She’d been divorced for two years now, raising her son on her own, and she’d told him her door was always open. She’d told him explicitly that anyone he brought home with him was welcome, that it’d all be okay, and she’d missed him, and even if it meant a long distance thing and a little juggling, what with his two careers and a boyfriend, she could handle it, as long as Clark was happy, and-
“Clark, take a breath. You’re turning purple.”
Blinking, he forced himself to focus, take a deep breath and let it out slowly, a smile finally tugging at his lips when Jimmy slipped a hand into his, squeezing tight. “Yeah, okay,” he said after a moment. “I’m okay.”
Just then, the door opened, Lana’s bright grin greeting them before she flung her arms around Clark and Jimmy both, her red hair flying. “You’re here! Oh my God, Clark! And Jimmy! I’ve heard so much. Come on, let’s go inside. I just brewed a pitcher of tea, and lunch is almost ready.”
And just like that, Clark’s worry evaporated, the weight on his chest easing. Of course it’d be okay. It was him and Lana and Jimmy, and regardless of any juggling it’d require, that was all he needed.
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Title: Left Behind
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Richard White, side Bruce Wayne/Lois Lane
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 712
Prompt: For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: Desk, Loss
Summary: Clark really doesn't want to be a surly superhero.
Left Behind
Clark had never expected Lois to wind up turning both him and Richard down. He’d never expected her to move back into her apartment with Jason, take up with the owner of the Planet, the playboy billionaire that Clark knew was a hell of a lot more on the side than a thrill-seeker with money to burn, then flaunt the ten-karat diamond ring he’d bought her as she went about her life.
He’d never expected Lois to move on, never expected even Richard to go on with his own life as his ex-fiancee dated the likes of Bruce Wayne. And he sure as heck never expected a chance introduction of Lana to his coworkers to result in her and Richard hooking up.
He’d never expected to be the one left behind, watching Lois across the bullpen as she chatted with Bruce over the phone, made plans for a dinner date, then gathered her things and swept out of the office with a bounce in her step and a wave that showed off that darned expensive ring.
Shaking off his train of thought, Clark bent double over his desk and furiously finished his work for the day, leaving his keyboard hot and nearly demolished when he hit ‘enter’ a little too aggressively. If he was gonna wallow, he figured he might as well get to it, then, and be home while he did it, or at least out on rounds, with spectacular saves and kittens in trees to distract him. Nothing was worse these days than sitting here watching the world pass him by-again.
Behind him, he heard Richard gathering his own things to head out for the evening, whispering to Lana, who’d come in, passing Lois and waving ‘hi’ to Clark along the way, to meet up with her boyfriend. “-never gonna survive like this,” Richard said in a low tone. “Gotta get his mind off Lois, and soon, or-”
“-shouldn’t be alone,” Lana agreed. “I don’t like what it’s doing to his-”
At that, Clark shut everything out, closed off as much of his hearing as he could, even clamping his hands over his ears and humming to himself, eyes falling closed as he focused on his own breath. There was no way that they were talking about him. Just no way. And he had no business prying, besides. It wasn’t any of his concern.
Anyway, he wasn’t that pathetic … was he? Oh god, he was.
Another slow breath, and Clark let his head slip into his hands, leaning his elbows on his desk. If he was so messed up that even Richard and Lana could see it, then … then he was pretty royally screwed. Forgetting that Clark Kent would be likely to lose his job if he kept slipping further into his own misery, Superman couldn’t mope around while he was trying to save people. If the world wanted a surly superhero, they could darn well find one in Gotham-
And there it was, in stark black and white. Lois had chosen the prince of darkness, leaving the bright, sunshiny man of tomorrow in her dust. Go effing figure.
Again losing himself to his mental train wreck, Clark nearly startled out of his seat when a hand landed solidly on his shoulder, and he lifted his head to blink up at Richard and Lana, their expressions so full of pity and sorrow that it made his chest hurt.
“Come on, buddy, you’re coming home with us tonight,” Richard said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Lana nodded. “We won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You’re not gonna spend another night alone in that tiny apartment across town, drowning in a pit of despair. We won’t let that happen anymore.”
For a second, Clark opened his mouth to protest. No, he didn’t need their pity. He didn’t need to be a third wheel. He was fine on his own. He-
But he wasn’t fine. He wasn’t in any way okay, and … and they had a point. They cared about him.
How could he have not seen it before? He hadn’t been left behind at all.
Allowing himself a ghost of a smile, Clark adjusted his glasses and got up to gather his things and go home.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: Superman Reeveverse
Characters/Pairing: Clark Kent/Jimmy Olsen/Lana Lang
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 427
Prompt: For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: mistake, virgin/innocent, panic
Summary: Bringing Jimmy back to Smallville to meet Lana was probably a mistake.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: The challenge is now down to all the weird threesomes and crack pairs. So, here's the first of a bunch that I've gotten written.
With Two Careers and a Boyfriend
It wasn’t so much that Clark worried about what his Ma might think-that ship had sailed long ago, when Clark had been caught fooling around with Pete Ross in the barn during summer break when they were fourteen-it was that he couldn’t stop running over in his head how this would go with Lana.
Lana, the girl he’d taken to senior prom. That didn’t mind if Clark and Pete spent their afternoons necking instead of studying, as long as she got some alone time with him, too. That didn’t care when he came home from college that first semester and told her everything about the boyfriend he finally lost his virginity to-which of course was different from the virginity that he and Lana had lost together the year before. That had eventually told him she had to move on if he wasn’t planning on actually coming home and settling down with her.
Now here he stood, fidgeting on her front porch, his fingers twitching as he rang the bell. This was probably a mistake. Probably the dumbest thing he’d done in his life, bringing someone back here to Smallville with him, and dropping in on Lana this way, but-
But Lana had invited him. She’d been divorced for two years now, raising her son on her own, and she’d told him her door was always open. She’d told him explicitly that anyone he brought home with him was welcome, that it’d all be okay, and she’d missed him, and even if it meant a long distance thing and a little juggling, what with his two careers and a boyfriend, she could handle it, as long as Clark was happy, and-
“Clark, take a breath. You’re turning purple.”
Blinking, he forced himself to focus, take a deep breath and let it out slowly, a smile finally tugging at his lips when Jimmy slipped a hand into his, squeezing tight. “Yeah, okay,” he said after a moment. “I’m okay.”
Just then, the door opened, Lana’s bright grin greeting them before she flung her arms around Clark and Jimmy both, her red hair flying. “You’re here! Oh my God, Clark! And Jimmy! I’ve heard so much. Come on, let’s go inside. I just brewed a pitcher of tea, and lunch is almost ready.”
And just like that, Clark’s worry evaporated, the weight on his chest easing. Of course it’d be okay. It was him and Lana and Jimmy, and regardless of any juggling it’d require, that was all he needed.
~*~*~*~
Title: Left Behind
Fandom: Superman Returns
Pairing: Clark Kent/Lana Lang/Richard White, side Bruce Wayne/Lois Lane
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 712
Prompt: For the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge: Desk, Loss
Summary: Clark really doesn't want to be a surly superhero.
Left Behind
Clark had never expected Lois to wind up turning both him and Richard down. He’d never expected her to move back into her apartment with Jason, take up with the owner of the Planet, the playboy billionaire that Clark knew was a hell of a lot more on the side than a thrill-seeker with money to burn, then flaunt the ten-karat diamond ring he’d bought her as she went about her life.
He’d never expected Lois to move on, never expected even Richard to go on with his own life as his ex-fiancee dated the likes of Bruce Wayne. And he sure as heck never expected a chance introduction of Lana to his coworkers to result in her and Richard hooking up.
He’d never expected to be the one left behind, watching Lois across the bullpen as she chatted with Bruce over the phone, made plans for a dinner date, then gathered her things and swept out of the office with a bounce in her step and a wave that showed off that darned expensive ring.
Shaking off his train of thought, Clark bent double over his desk and furiously finished his work for the day, leaving his keyboard hot and nearly demolished when he hit ‘enter’ a little too aggressively. If he was gonna wallow, he figured he might as well get to it, then, and be home while he did it, or at least out on rounds, with spectacular saves and kittens in trees to distract him. Nothing was worse these days than sitting here watching the world pass him by-again.
Behind him, he heard Richard gathering his own things to head out for the evening, whispering to Lana, who’d come in, passing Lois and waving ‘hi’ to Clark along the way, to meet up with her boyfriend. “-never gonna survive like this,” Richard said in a low tone. “Gotta get his mind off Lois, and soon, or-”
“-shouldn’t be alone,” Lana agreed. “I don’t like what it’s doing to his-”
At that, Clark shut everything out, closed off as much of his hearing as he could, even clamping his hands over his ears and humming to himself, eyes falling closed as he focused on his own breath. There was no way that they were talking about him. Just no way. And he had no business prying, besides. It wasn’t any of his concern.
Anyway, he wasn’t that pathetic … was he? Oh god, he was.
Another slow breath, and Clark let his head slip into his hands, leaning his elbows on his desk. If he was so messed up that even Richard and Lana could see it, then … then he was pretty royally screwed. Forgetting that Clark Kent would be likely to lose his job if he kept slipping further into his own misery, Superman couldn’t mope around while he was trying to save people. If the world wanted a surly superhero, they could darn well find one in Gotham-
And there it was, in stark black and white. Lois had chosen the prince of darkness, leaving the bright, sunshiny man of tomorrow in her dust. Go effing figure.
Again losing himself to his mental train wreck, Clark nearly startled out of his seat when a hand landed solidly on his shoulder, and he lifted his head to blink up at Richard and Lana, their expressions so full of pity and sorrow that it made his chest hurt.
“Come on, buddy, you’re coming home with us tonight,” Richard said, his tone leaving no room for argument.
Lana nodded. “We won’t take ‘no’ for an answer. You’re not gonna spend another night alone in that tiny apartment across town, drowning in a pit of despair. We won’t let that happen anymore.”
For a second, Clark opened his mouth to protest. No, he didn’t need their pity. He didn’t need to be a third wheel. He was fine on his own. He-
But he wasn’t fine. He wasn’t in any way okay, and … and they had a point. They cared about him.
How could he have not seen it before? He hadn’t been left behind at all.
Allowing himself a ghost of a smile, Clark adjusted his glasses and got up to gather his things and go home.
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