The Further Adventures of Superwoman
SOMEONE was bugging me about writing more of the characters from Earth-11. It was arch_schatten.
I have a few more odds and ends to post when I'm home and have access to my laptop, including a something with Olivia Queen.
Title: Sodium Thiopental
Pairings/Characters: Clara Kent/Louis Lane
Rating: PG
Word Count: 603
Author's Notes: This was originally a scene from Ballroom Blitz! that got cut. It features Clara and Louis from Earth-11, a.k.a. the gender-switched earth. I want to give this to taro_twist as a very belated birthday present!
Louis tripped and almost fell for, like, the twenty-third time. He giggled. "Oopsie!"
Clara sighed. "Look, Louis, walking obviously isn't working, and I'm pretty sure you're not going to remember this in the morning, so..." She scooped him up into her arms. Louis let his left arm dangle and laid his head against her breasts.
"Mmm..."
Clara felt her cheeks flush.
A few minutes later, they were on the fire escape outside of Louis' apartment. "Okay, Louis! We're home!"
He blinked sleepily. "My apartment?"
"Yep, your apartment!" She gently set him down on his feet.
Louis suddenly looked like he was about to cry. "I...I don't think I have my keys!"
"Hey, hey, it's okay! I've got them!" Clara unlocked the door and ushered her co-worker inside. He stumbled and carefully turned around to face her. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, tilted his head, and looked at her quizzically.
"Your glasses are broken!"
Clara briefly tapped the place where her frames had been Bat-taped back together. "Yeah, it was during Captain Nazi's attack at the-what're you-hey!" Louis had reached out and pulled the glasses off of her face.
Clara mentally smacked herself. Great job, fastest woman alive! Well, Wanda West might disagree with that, but-
"Oh my God!" Louis's eyes widened in shock. "You're..."
Oh no. Not like this, not now! Dumbest way to blow a secret identity ever. She could already see the Planet's morning headline: "Superwoman Is A Huge Dork!" Maybe Louis would be open to brib-
"You're really pretty."
Clara started. "What?"
Louis leaned forward on his tiptoes and kissed her. He missed a little, pressing his lips against the corner of her mouth.
* * *
"He's been given sodium thiopental, more commonly known as sodium pentathol."
Superwoman clenched her fists involuntarily. "You mean the truth serum?"
"That's a misconception. The drug often makes patients chatty and lowers their inhibitions, but it's quite possible to lie under the influence. Apparently, Luthor was pumping him for information about you."
Oh, that did it. Clara was going to throw Lexi into the Metropolis River. Her and her Prada footwear. "That's diabolical!"
"Regardless, she seemed to know what she was doing. Louis won't suffer any long-term effects and I'm prepared to release him. Is there someone you can call to take him home?"
"Well..."
* * *
"Oh. Um..."
Louis pulled back and smiled up at her demurely. "Do you want to come in?"
"Louis, I can't. You need to go sleep this off."
"Hmph." Louis pouted.
"If you stick your lip out like that, a rooster will come and sit on it."
"Wh-what?"
"Um, it's just something Ma used to say."
"You're a strange one, Smallville."
That sounded more like the Louis Clara knew. Impulsively, she reached out and gripped his shoulder. "Lexi didn't...hurt you, did she?"
"Oh, no. She said that torture was for low-life thugs in the Department of Homeland Security."
Clara sighed with relief. "Okay. Well, I'll see you at work...sometime. And...Louis? I'm sorry."
Louis crinkled his brow. "Sorry? For what?"
"It's nothing. Never mind. Goodnight."
It wasn't until Clara was flying home, feeling the wind whip past her face, that she realized that she had left her glasses with Louis.
FINIS
My mom used to say the thing about the rooster to me.
I have a few more odds and ends to post when I'm home and have access to my laptop, including a something with Olivia Queen.
Title: Sodium Thiopental
Pairings/Characters: Clara Kent/Louis Lane
Rating: PG
Word Count: 603
Author's Notes: This was originally a scene from Ballroom Blitz! that got cut. It features Clara and Louis from Earth-11, a.k.a. the gender-switched earth. I want to give this to taro_twist as a very belated birthday present!
Louis tripped and almost fell for, like, the twenty-third time. He giggled. "Oopsie!"
Clara sighed. "Look, Louis, walking obviously isn't working, and I'm pretty sure you're not going to remember this in the morning, so..." She scooped him up into her arms. Louis let his left arm dangle and laid his head against her breasts.
"Mmm..."
Clara felt her cheeks flush.
A few minutes later, they were on the fire escape outside of Louis' apartment. "Okay, Louis! We're home!"
He blinked sleepily. "My apartment?"
"Yep, your apartment!" She gently set him down on his feet.
Louis suddenly looked like he was about to cry. "I...I don't think I have my keys!"
"Hey, hey, it's okay! I've got them!" Clara unlocked the door and ushered her co-worker inside. He stumbled and carefully turned around to face her. He opened his mouth to say something, but stopped, tilted his head, and looked at her quizzically.
"Your glasses are broken!"
Clara briefly tapped the place where her frames had been Bat-taped back together. "Yeah, it was during Captain Nazi's attack at the-what're you-hey!" Louis had reached out and pulled the glasses off of her face.
Clara mentally smacked herself. Great job, fastest woman alive! Well, Wanda West might disagree with that, but-
"Oh my God!" Louis's eyes widened in shock. "You're..."
Oh no. Not like this, not now! Dumbest way to blow a secret identity ever. She could already see the Planet's morning headline: "Superwoman Is A Huge Dork!" Maybe Louis would be open to brib-
"You're really pretty."
Clara started. "What?"
Louis leaned forward on his tiptoes and kissed her. He missed a little, pressing his lips against the corner of her mouth.
* * *
"He's been given sodium thiopental, more commonly known as sodium pentathol."
Superwoman clenched her fists involuntarily. "You mean the truth serum?"
"That's a misconception. The drug often makes patients chatty and lowers their inhibitions, but it's quite possible to lie under the influence. Apparently, Luthor was pumping him for information about you."
Oh, that did it. Clara was going to throw Lexi into the Metropolis River. Her and her Prada footwear. "That's diabolical!"
"Regardless, she seemed to know what she was doing. Louis won't suffer any long-term effects and I'm prepared to release him. Is there someone you can call to take him home?"
"Well..."
* * *
"Oh. Um..."
Louis pulled back and smiled up at her demurely. "Do you want to come in?"
"Louis, I can't. You need to go sleep this off."
"Hmph." Louis pouted.
"If you stick your lip out like that, a rooster will come and sit on it."
"Wh-what?"
"Um, it's just something Ma used to say."
"You're a strange one, Smallville."
That sounded more like the Louis Clara knew. Impulsively, she reached out and gripped his shoulder. "Lexi didn't...hurt you, did she?"
"Oh, no. She said that torture was for low-life thugs in the Department of Homeland Security."
Clara sighed with relief. "Okay. Well, I'll see you at work...sometime. And...Louis? I'm sorry."
Louis crinkled his brow. "Sorry? For what?"
"It's nothing. Never mind. Goodnight."
It wasn't until Clara was flying home, feeling the wind whip past her face, that she realized that she had left her glasses with Louis.
FINIS
My mom used to say the thing about the rooster to me.