Drabble: Accidents Happen (sv/spn)
This has no real merit, I just sort of had this stuck in my head :)
Accidents Happen
Author: Jami
Category: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Clark
Summary: Only Clark Kent could stand there in a skintight body suit and cape and still look like a kicked puppy.
Spoilers: None. Just a random little future!fic drabble.
Word Count: 494
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the producers and creators own everything. And they have way more money, so if you’re broke don’t go suing me for cash. I make no profit from this.
“You set me on fire,” Dean growled, glaring daggers at Clark Kent. If looks could kill he would have been one dead alien right about then.
“Dean,” Chloe sighed. She was quickly growing sick and tired of playing referee between him and Clark. Clark told her it wasn’t necessary, considering he was practically invincible and everything, but she really was trying to do him a favor. Dean could be pretty creative when it came to revenge and she was relatively sure that even Superman wasn’t immune to Nair. “It was an accident.”
The unspoken question “Wasn’t it?” was clear in the quick glance she sent in Clark’s direction. Clark managed to look embarrassed and genuinely apologetic, but Dean wasn’t particularly moved by it.
“I was just trying to help,” Clark stammered. Only he could stand there in a skintight body suit and cape and still look like a kicked puppy.
And he really was just trying to help. The gate was locked and Chloe had stressed the importance of a stealthy entry into Lex’s latest facility in South Dakota, so simply tearing the door off its hinges was out of the question. Apparently his usual methods, while effectual, were less than subtle. So he decided to melt the lock with his heat vision. How was he supposed to know Dean was going to step in front of him?
“I had it covered,” Dean bit out, jaw clenched. “Ever hear of a lock pick, Superdork?”
“Clark?” Chloe interrupted Dean’s rant, looking to her oldest friend with an obviously strained smile, “I know you were just helping. Uh…why don’t you just go help Oliver and Sam decipher all the info we got from LuthorCorp, okay?”
Nodding enthusiastically, Clark was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving Chloe and her still fuming boyfriend alone.
Turning to Dean with a calming but cautious smile, Dean’s glare weakened, but only slightly. “Superdork? Really?”
“Hey!” Dean sputtered indignantly. “I’m suffering from third degree burns here, you expect me to be witty?”
Chloe couldn’t resist rolling her eyes. “Drama queen. Your hand is barely singed,” she grinned, taking his hand gently. “I promise I’ll take very good care of you when we get back to the motel,” she murmured, laughing softly at his smirk.
Her free hand reached up to run through his soft, spiky hair and her smile faltered for a second before she returned to her normal sunny self. But it was a second too long.
“What?” Dean barked, eyes narrowing. Chloe winced and gestured toward the side of his head. Dean’s hand flew to his head and he let out a furious shout as he found a patch of his hair burned to a crisp, leaving a tiny bald spot in the center.
“You can barely see it-,” was the only comfort Chloe could offer at the moment but Dean wasn’t having it.
“That’s it! The next time I see Super-Spaz, I’m whipping out the kryptonite!”
Accidents Happen
Author: Jami
Category: Smallville/Supernatural
Rating: G
Characters: Chloe/Dean, Clark
Summary: Only Clark Kent could stand there in a skintight body suit and cape and still look like a kicked puppy.
Spoilers: None. Just a random little future!fic drabble.
Word Count: 494
Disclaimer: I own nothing, the producers and creators own everything. And they have way more money, so if you’re broke don’t go suing me for cash. I make no profit from this.
“You set me on fire,” Dean growled, glaring daggers at Clark Kent. If looks could kill he would have been one dead alien right about then.
“Dean,” Chloe sighed. She was quickly growing sick and tired of playing referee between him and Clark. Clark told her it wasn’t necessary, considering he was practically invincible and everything, but she really was trying to do him a favor. Dean could be pretty creative when it came to revenge and she was relatively sure that even Superman wasn’t immune to Nair. “It was an accident.”
The unspoken question “Wasn’t it?” was clear in the quick glance she sent in Clark’s direction. Clark managed to look embarrassed and genuinely apologetic, but Dean wasn’t particularly moved by it.
“I was just trying to help,” Clark stammered. Only he could stand there in a skintight body suit and cape and still look like a kicked puppy.
And he really was just trying to help. The gate was locked and Chloe had stressed the importance of a stealthy entry into Lex’s latest facility in South Dakota, so simply tearing the door off its hinges was out of the question. Apparently his usual methods, while effectual, were less than subtle. So he decided to melt the lock with his heat vision. How was he supposed to know Dean was going to step in front of him?
“I had it covered,” Dean bit out, jaw clenched. “Ever hear of a lock pick, Superdork?”
“Clark?” Chloe interrupted Dean’s rant, looking to her oldest friend with an obviously strained smile, “I know you were just helping. Uh…why don’t you just go help Oliver and Sam decipher all the info we got from LuthorCorp, okay?”
Nodding enthusiastically, Clark was gone in a blink of an eye, leaving Chloe and her still fuming boyfriend alone.
Turning to Dean with a calming but cautious smile, Dean’s glare weakened, but only slightly. “Superdork? Really?”
“Hey!” Dean sputtered indignantly. “I’m suffering from third degree burns here, you expect me to be witty?”
Chloe couldn’t resist rolling her eyes. “Drama queen. Your hand is barely singed,” she grinned, taking his hand gently. “I promise I’ll take very good care of you when we get back to the motel,” she murmured, laughing softly at his smirk.
Her free hand reached up to run through his soft, spiky hair and her smile faltered for a second before she returned to her normal sunny self. But it was a second too long.
“What?” Dean barked, eyes narrowing. Chloe winced and gestured toward the side of his head. Dean’s hand flew to his head and he let out a furious shout as he found a patch of his hair burned to a crisp, leaving a tiny bald spot in the center.
“You can barely see it-,” was the only comfort Chloe could offer at the moment but Dean wasn’t having it.
“That’s it! The next time I see Super-Spaz, I’m whipping out the kryptonite!”