4 Ficlets: Disturbance; Whole; A Damn Good Kid; In the Arms of Friends | SR | Crack Pairs/Threes | P
Fandom: Superman Returns/Superman Reeveverse fusions
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: These are the last 4 ficlets for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge!! *throws confetti* \O/ Mostly crack pairs and platonic pairs here. A small warning for previous death (Eleanor Lane) in Whole, and warning for a gunshot wound in In the Arms of Friends.
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompts (as summary)
Disturbance | SR | Martha Kent/Sam Lane (sort of) | PG | 374 w | Smallville, Encounter
Stepping off the train with her suitcase, Martha took a deep breath of fresh Smallville air. Sweet, cool, clean air. It sure beat the smog of the city!
Being home was a relief, after spending such a long week in Kansas City, settling Clark in at college. She simply wasn’t used to the fast pace of life outs-
Her thoughts were stopped short when a rather large man in a green military uniform slammed past her, knocking her all akimbo and hardly slowing down until he realized he’d hit her, and stopped and turned back, shameful apology on his face. “Ma’am, are you all right?” he said, his voice gruff as he helped Martha regain her balance and her composure.
Smoothing down her dress as she caught her breath, Martha gave the man-a quite attractive Army general, if her reckoning of the stars on his lapel was correct-a long look. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said carefully. What on Earth was a high-ranking military man doing all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? Unless … oh Lord. Clark.
“Are you sure?” the man asked again, his attention starting to seem distant.
But Martha shook her head, taking mental note of his name-Lane, General Lane-to tell Clark as soon as she could get a call to her son. “Really, I’m all right. I can see you’re in a hurry; please don’t let me keep you.”
A brief nod, and the General turned away, pulling what looked to be some sort of phone from a pocket. That wasn’t to be the last of it, though, as Martha hurried around the corner of the train station, listening in as well as she could.
“Ramsay? This is Lane. My men have searched this whole town. No sign of the source of the disturbances anywhere,” the general said to whomever he was reporting to. A long pause, then, “I understand. I’ll alert the troops of our recall. Lane out.”
Martha took a heavy breath, terror and relief flooding her in quick succession. To think that she’d thought the general was a handsome man!
Gathering up her suitcase, she headed for the bus stop, and home, to call Clark as soon as possible.
~*~*~*~
Whole | SR | Eleanor Lane/Sam Lane, Lois & Lucy Lane | PG-13 | 261 w | Loss, Hug
It was like this every year. The anniversary of Lois’s mother’s death would come around, smack in the middle of winter, and the General would disappear for at least a week, leaving Lo to watch over Lucy, make sure she ate and got to school and did her homework and didn’t get into trouble.
Same old, same old.
Not that Lo could blame him; she knew how hard it was on him, that their mother-his beloved wife-had passed too damn young, leaving him with two girls and no idea how to be a father to them. Problem was, it was damn hard on Lois, too. Why should she have to be Lucy’s stand-in parent while their father went off and fell into a bottle or his work or both for days before visiting their mother’s grave and finally getting his act together enough to come home? Why did Lois have to be left behind, why did her mother have to go, why did any of this have to happen?
But she knew the answer, and it was always the same: cancer was an indiscriminate bitch. Not that that made it any easier.
The only thing that made it easier was when the General came home at last, wrapped his girls up in a bear hug so tight that breathing had to wait, and told them how much he loved them, how much their mother loved them. In that moment, they were a whole family again, the General and Momma, and Lo and Lucy, and everything would be okay.
~*~*~*~
A Damn Good Kid | SR | Jimmy Olsen/Perry White (platonic!) | PG-13 | 210 w | The Bullpen, Coffee
Too damn early in the morning. Not enough caffeine. Too much going on in the world at once. Not enough hands on deck. Dammit, Perry was starting to really despise Mondays in the bullpen. Just when had he gotten so old?
“Olsen!” he called out as he flipped through the stack of stories that’d been submitted overnight for publishing in the day’s afternoon edition. Too many things to get done, God dammit, and he needed some wake-up juice, STAT.
He started to bellow again, when a hand set a large cup of what smelled like extra-strength nuclear coffee on his desk, along with a plate sporting a blueberry muffin, a banana, and an antacid. He sighed in gratitude as he glanced up to find Jimmy blinking down at him eagerly, every bit the same kid he’d been over a decade ago, when Perry had first hired him, and a good kid, at that.
“Well, what are you staring for?” he barked instead of thanking him. “Go. Take pictures. Bring me news.”
Olsen smiled, giving a weak salute as he retreated. “Sure, Chief,” he replied, and was gone, off to find a Pulitzer-worthy shot to bring home to the Planet.
Yep, Jimmy was a damn good kid.
~*~*~*~
In the Arms of Friends | SR/Reeveverse | Jimmy Olsen/Lana Lang/Lois Lane/Richard White (platonic; this covers all the crack threesomes therein with Jimmy) | PG-13 | 273 w | The Bullpen, Friendship, Protect
“Jimmy, hold on. Help’s coming, buddy.”
Trying and failing to blink, Jimmy could only get out a weak moan to let-Richard, was it Richard?-know that he’d heard him. The burning, searing pain was just too much, though. His side … God, someone had shot him!
A stray thought flitted through the fog coating his brain: Hell of a time for Clark to be on the other side of the world heading off natural disasters. But that was the last thing that made sense, as the bullpen swam around him, shouting and crying and murmured words of hope and encouragement filling his ears. Oh. He hadn’t just been shot, someone had taken them all hostage.
“Hey, stay with us, Jimmy,” someone else said. Lois, it was Lois.
Jimmy blinked, this time managing to get his eyes open and finding Richard, Lois, and Richard’s wife, Lana all crowded around him, Lana pressing what looked like a discarded pink sweater against his side to stem the bleeding. Lois had his hand in hers, squeezing tightly, and Richard was looking out for the shooters, one hand protectively on Jimmy’s leg.
“’M here,” Jimmy whispered.
Lana smiled down at him. “Good. You just stay here, okay? We’ve got you. Help is on the way.”
“Cl-Clark?” he breathed.
Lois nodded. “You bet.”
Just then, a blue and red blur swept through the bullpen, glass breaking and papers flying in its wake, and Jimmy knew this was almost over. He squeezed Lois’s hand back, and smiled weakly up at Lana and Richard.
Help was here, and he was in the arms of his friends.
~*~*~*~
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: These are the last 4 ficlets for the Superman Movieverse Pairings Challenge!! *throws confetti* \O/ Mostly crack pairs and platonic pairs here. A small warning for previous death (Eleanor Lane) in Whole, and warning for a gunshot wound in In the Arms of Friends.
Title | Fandom | Pairing | Rating | Word Count | Prompts (as summary)
Disturbance | SR | Martha Kent/Sam Lane (sort of) | PG | 374 w | Smallville, Encounter
Stepping off the train with her suitcase, Martha took a deep breath of fresh Smallville air. Sweet, cool, clean air. It sure beat the smog of the city!
Being home was a relief, after spending such a long week in Kansas City, settling Clark in at college. She simply wasn’t used to the fast pace of life outs-
Her thoughts were stopped short when a rather large man in a green military uniform slammed past her, knocking her all akimbo and hardly slowing down until he realized he’d hit her, and stopped and turned back, shameful apology on his face. “Ma’am, are you all right?” he said, his voice gruff as he helped Martha regain her balance and her composure.
Smoothing down her dress as she caught her breath, Martha gave the man-a quite attractive Army general, if her reckoning of the stars on his lapel was correct-a long look. “I’m fine, thank you,” she said carefully. What on Earth was a high-ranking military man doing all the way out here in the middle of nowhere? Unless … oh Lord. Clark.
“Are you sure?” the man asked again, his attention starting to seem distant.
But Martha shook her head, taking mental note of his name-Lane, General Lane-to tell Clark as soon as she could get a call to her son. “Really, I’m all right. I can see you’re in a hurry; please don’t let me keep you.”
A brief nod, and the General turned away, pulling what looked to be some sort of phone from a pocket. That wasn’t to be the last of it, though, as Martha hurried around the corner of the train station, listening in as well as she could.
“Ramsay? This is Lane. My men have searched this whole town. No sign of the source of the disturbances anywhere,” the general said to whomever he was reporting to. A long pause, then, “I understand. I’ll alert the troops of our recall. Lane out.”
Martha took a heavy breath, terror and relief flooding her in quick succession. To think that she’d thought the general was a handsome man!
Gathering up her suitcase, she headed for the bus stop, and home, to call Clark as soon as possible.
~*~*~*~
Whole | SR | Eleanor Lane/Sam Lane, Lois & Lucy Lane | PG-13 | 261 w | Loss, Hug
It was like this every year. The anniversary of Lois’s mother’s death would come around, smack in the middle of winter, and the General would disappear for at least a week, leaving Lo to watch over Lucy, make sure she ate and got to school and did her homework and didn’t get into trouble.
Same old, same old.
Not that Lo could blame him; she knew how hard it was on him, that their mother-his beloved wife-had passed too damn young, leaving him with two girls and no idea how to be a father to them. Problem was, it was damn hard on Lois, too. Why should she have to be Lucy’s stand-in parent while their father went off and fell into a bottle or his work or both for days before visiting their mother’s grave and finally getting his act together enough to come home? Why did Lois have to be left behind, why did her mother have to go, why did any of this have to happen?
But she knew the answer, and it was always the same: cancer was an indiscriminate bitch. Not that that made it any easier.
The only thing that made it easier was when the General came home at last, wrapped his girls up in a bear hug so tight that breathing had to wait, and told them how much he loved them, how much their mother loved them. In that moment, they were a whole family again, the General and Momma, and Lo and Lucy, and everything would be okay.
~*~*~*~
A Damn Good Kid | SR | Jimmy Olsen/Perry White (platonic!) | PG-13 | 210 w | The Bullpen, Coffee
Too damn early in the morning. Not enough caffeine. Too much going on in the world at once. Not enough hands on deck. Dammit, Perry was starting to really despise Mondays in the bullpen. Just when had he gotten so old?
“Olsen!” he called out as he flipped through the stack of stories that’d been submitted overnight for publishing in the day’s afternoon edition. Too many things to get done, God dammit, and he needed some wake-up juice, STAT.
He started to bellow again, when a hand set a large cup of what smelled like extra-strength nuclear coffee on his desk, along with a plate sporting a blueberry muffin, a banana, and an antacid. He sighed in gratitude as he glanced up to find Jimmy blinking down at him eagerly, every bit the same kid he’d been over a decade ago, when Perry had first hired him, and a good kid, at that.
“Well, what are you staring for?” he barked instead of thanking him. “Go. Take pictures. Bring me news.”
Olsen smiled, giving a weak salute as he retreated. “Sure, Chief,” he replied, and was gone, off to find a Pulitzer-worthy shot to bring home to the Planet.
Yep, Jimmy was a damn good kid.
~*~*~*~
In the Arms of Friends | SR/Reeveverse | Jimmy Olsen/Lana Lang/Lois Lane/Richard White (platonic; this covers all the crack threesomes therein with Jimmy) | PG-13 | 273 w | The Bullpen, Friendship, Protect
“Jimmy, hold on. Help’s coming, buddy.”
Trying and failing to blink, Jimmy could only get out a weak moan to let-Richard, was it Richard?-know that he’d heard him. The burning, searing pain was just too much, though. His side … God, someone had shot him!
A stray thought flitted through the fog coating his brain: Hell of a time for Clark to be on the other side of the world heading off natural disasters. But that was the last thing that made sense, as the bullpen swam around him, shouting and crying and murmured words of hope and encouragement filling his ears. Oh. He hadn’t just been shot, someone had taken them all hostage.
“Hey, stay with us, Jimmy,” someone else said. Lois, it was Lois.
Jimmy blinked, this time managing to get his eyes open and finding Richard, Lois, and Richard’s wife, Lana all crowded around him, Lana pressing what looked like a discarded pink sweater against his side to stem the bleeding. Lois had his hand in hers, squeezing tightly, and Richard was looking out for the shooters, one hand protectively on Jimmy’s leg.
“’M here,” Jimmy whispered.
Lana smiled down at him. “Good. You just stay here, okay? We’ve got you. Help is on the way.”
“Cl-Clark?” he breathed.
Lois nodded. “You bet.”
Just then, a blue and red blur swept through the bullpen, glass breaking and papers flying in its wake, and Jimmy knew this was almost over. He squeezed Lois’s hand back, and smiled weakly up at Lana and Richard.
Help was here, and he was in the arms of his friends.
~*~*~*~