Ficlet: It's Never What you Expect (gen, G, PMcomment!fic)
Title: It's Never What You Expected
Pairing: Clark and Lex gen (absently awesome Martha)
Rating: G
Note: Written as a PM to nicnac918 who vgifted me with a gingerbread man.
Summary: In times of trouble, it is the small things we come to rely on... for Clark, it's that Lex is never as calm or controlled as he'd like to be.
"What do you mean, 'the gingerbread are not the problem'?" Lex asks calmly.
A little too calmly, Clark thinks. He was hoping Lex would take it well, but a little surprise and even a brief foray into raised voices or sharp gestures would be better than the absolute nothing Lex has responded with. It makes Clark worry even more about Smallville's impending doom. "Um. I mean the gingerbread are annoying and they keep raining flour down on unsuspecting people, but they're not hurting anyone."
Lex's mouth pinches in a line and his eye twitches in irritation. It soothes Clark a little, because that was a reaction. The situation is getting to Lex, he's not just rolling with all of it, which means... something. Clark doesn't know. But he thinks it's better, as if Lex is really on board with the latest danger and the thwarting thereof. Clark has come to count on Lex to have his back, to be at his side for Smallville's weird.
"There are elves," Clark rushes to say, answering the question he thinks Lex was going to ask. "They're the ones hurting people. Mostly portly men with beards and gray-haired women." There's a surprisingly large number of both in Smallville.
"There are elves. Elves attacking people who look like the traditional Mr. and Mrs. Clause."
"And anyone wearing antlers," Clark adds, because he'd almost forgotten about that, but thinking of St. Nick brought to mind Rudolph, and there'd been that incident with Mable Granger outside the Talon.
Lex nods, back to looking calm as ever, but this time with a gleam in his eye that Clark recognizes as 'Lex is plotting'. Once upon a time, that was a worrisome look, but now it makes Clark sag with relief. "Can I presume the elves have some kind of kryptonite?"
"I think they were part of the North Pole scene outside the Wesleyan... and the new garden they planted last year outgrew all the records, so..." Probably. "I haven't actually gotten close to them. The gingerbread kept leading me away."
There's a brief look of surprise, and then Lex smiles slightly. "Let me guess; the gingerbread are from your mother?"
Clark nods and Lex laughs as he gets them moving, outlining a plan that includes hero gingerbread and Santa's all-terrain sled.
Pairing: Clark and Lex gen (absently awesome Martha)
Rating: G
Note: Written as a PM to nicnac918 who vgifted me with a gingerbread man.
Summary: In times of trouble, it is the small things we come to rely on... for Clark, it's that Lex is never as calm or controlled as he'd like to be.
"What do you mean, 'the gingerbread are not the problem'?" Lex asks calmly.
A little too calmly, Clark thinks. He was hoping Lex would take it well, but a little surprise and even a brief foray into raised voices or sharp gestures would be better than the absolute nothing Lex has responded with. It makes Clark worry even more about Smallville's impending doom. "Um. I mean the gingerbread are annoying and they keep raining flour down on unsuspecting people, but they're not hurting anyone."
Lex's mouth pinches in a line and his eye twitches in irritation. It soothes Clark a little, because that was a reaction. The situation is getting to Lex, he's not just rolling with all of it, which means... something. Clark doesn't know. But he thinks it's better, as if Lex is really on board with the latest danger and the thwarting thereof. Clark has come to count on Lex to have his back, to be at his side for Smallville's weird.
"There are elves," Clark rushes to say, answering the question he thinks Lex was going to ask. "They're the ones hurting people. Mostly portly men with beards and gray-haired women." There's a surprisingly large number of both in Smallville.
"There are elves. Elves attacking people who look like the traditional Mr. and Mrs. Clause."
"And anyone wearing antlers," Clark adds, because he'd almost forgotten about that, but thinking of St. Nick brought to mind Rudolph, and there'd been that incident with Mable Granger outside the Talon.
Lex nods, back to looking calm as ever, but this time with a gleam in his eye that Clark recognizes as 'Lex is plotting'. Once upon a time, that was a worrisome look, but now it makes Clark sag with relief. "Can I presume the elves have some kind of kryptonite?"
"I think they were part of the North Pole scene outside the Wesleyan... and the new garden they planted last year outgrew all the records, so..." Probably. "I haven't actually gotten close to them. The gingerbread kept leading me away."
There's a brief look of surprise, and then Lex smiles slightly. "Let me guess; the gingerbread are from your mother?"
Clark nods and Lex laughs as he gets them moving, outlining a plan that includes hero gingerbread and Santa's all-terrain sled.