Because I'm in health care, I compare everything to bowel movement
This hasn't happened in years (as far as I know) but I've got two documents open and I'm switching back & forth writing it. All through March, I've held the creativity in and in and in and now, like an unobstructed colon, it's coming out fresh. There's, Summers [title tentative], the comicverse X-Men/Superman fic & the next fic in Stars are Made of Lemon Juice series which is untitled and excerpted below.
3 assignments due next week whut?
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He mashed the button on his communicator again. "This is Boyscout. We could really use some help, guys. Please tell me someone's receiving this."
"QI's highest IQs plus yours truly on those comms as we're still stuck with each other for two hours until protocol kicks in and everyone panics." She had an elastic band in her utility belt; they were one of the best multitaskers in a superhero's tool kit. As she tied her hair back, she noticed Clark. His head was tilted to one side. "What?"
"Chloe, I'm never stuck with you."
She snorted.
Clark responded with a sigh that came from his diaphragm. "Let me lead," he said. "To make sure it's safe."
"Thanks but I haven't been a damsel in distress since senior year."
"I'm not saying you are but I think gradually increasing uterine cramps just might slow you down a bit. Let me help you."
"I don't need help!"
"Chloe."
"These things always last for hours. And walking is good for relieving pain."
He didn't bring up her comment moments ago about staying in place. Nor did he mention how it had been at least two hours since they left the compound where Clark had been held prisoner. No one could ever accuse Clark of being impolite. "How do you know labour lasts that long? You haven't attended any prenatal classes."
"Who needs prenatal classes when you have YouTube?"
He pulled another tactic. "You shouldn't have come to get me."
"There was no one else."
"You're due in two weeks," Clark reminded her.
"I stopped a mugging four days ago," Chloe countered. Then, grudgingly, she added, "Powergirl was available but we knew the blue kryptonite would affect her, too. So she just dropped me off. It was only supposed to be a simple extraction; I should've known 'simple' doesn't happen in our job."
"What I don't understand is why she still doesn't hear us."
"Maybe it's related to the fact that you still don't have your powers. Usually, blue kryptonite wears off as soon as you're away from it."
"Great, they've found a way to make it a long-range weapon." He held still, acting as support as Chloe shifted her weight down from a massive tree-root.
"What did you see inside the lab?"
"A lot of things in lead containers with a very familiar crown logo at the bottom," Clark answered.
"Checkmate," said Chloe. "You'd think an organization that arcane would try to be a little more subtle about the companies it fronts."
"I think hiding out as a Queen Industries subsidiary is subtle enough."
"It sure made Arrow blow a fuse."
They shared a smile that was refreshingly genuine. Then Clark had go ruin it by being Clark. "Speaking of Arrow."
Chloe threw her hands up. "You are not lecturing me about my sex life in the middle of a botched-- owowowow ." She hunched over, unable to catch her breath. Clark braced her upright, rubbing circles on her lower back.
"Don't hold your breath. Breathe in through your nose for three counts and out for four counts."
"I can't."
"You can. You can do anything."
The cramp started at her tailbone the radiated up to the small of her back and forward but on the inside, like a charley horse deep in her abdomen. Her knees trembled. "Oh God."
"I have you, don't worry."
Don't worry? This pain was supposed to get stronger and come more often and she wasn't supposed to worry? Not for the first time, Chloe played with the idea of hitting Clark with a large stick. He'd feel it; he was vulnerable right now. She even went so far as to look for a suitable weapon. Then he had to go and offer her ice cold water from his canteen, damn his appropriate codename.
"Just a sip," he began.
"I know, I know." She kept the mouthful in her mouth, swallowing only when it went tepid. She told herself she only leaned on Clark so much because her back ache had increased. They kept walking.
"What happened, Tower? When did we stop being best friends?"
"Don't be a drama queen, Kal-el, we're still friends."
"But we're not best-- don't clench your jaw, Tower, just breathe through it-- we're not best friends. We used to tell each other everything."
"Well then, if you had to pick a date, I'd say it was the day after Labour Day '05, ow, ow, ow, owwwwwww, why does this hurt so much?!" Clark made a motion to life her but Chloe stuck her hand out. "Do not touch me right now. I'll rip your fucking arms off."
"But--"
"No. Touching." Cupping the underside of her stomach, she leaned against a tree and asked, "Do we have a connection yet?"
"No," said Clark. "Chloe, I... did we really stop being friends after high school?"
"Are we really having a heart to heart about the state of our friendship in the middle of the jungle? When I'm in labour?"
"Well, it's the only time in the past five years that I've had your undivided attention."
"Actually, contrary to World Kal-el, my attention right now is on the fact that my vagina is doing a Vesuvius."
Green tinged Clark's cheekbones. "N-now, Watchtower, I'm sure it's not that bad."
"Go to hell."
I seem to be torturing Clark a lot. I must really like him.
3 assignments due next week whut?
=^o.O^=
He mashed the button on his communicator again. "This is Boyscout. We could really use some help, guys. Please tell me someone's receiving this."
"QI's highest IQs plus yours truly on those comms as we're still stuck with each other for two hours until protocol kicks in and everyone panics." She had an elastic band in her utility belt; they were one of the best multitaskers in a superhero's tool kit. As she tied her hair back, she noticed Clark. His head was tilted to one side. "What?"
"Chloe, I'm never stuck with you."
She snorted.
Clark responded with a sigh that came from his diaphragm. "Let me lead," he said. "To make sure it's safe."
"Thanks but I haven't been a damsel in distress since senior year."
"I'm not saying you are but I think gradually increasing uterine cramps just might slow you down a bit. Let me help you."
"I don't need help!"
"Chloe."
"These things always last for hours. And walking is good for relieving pain."
He didn't bring up her comment moments ago about staying in place. Nor did he mention how it had been at least two hours since they left the compound where Clark had been held prisoner. No one could ever accuse Clark of being impolite. "How do you know labour lasts that long? You haven't attended any prenatal classes."
"Who needs prenatal classes when you have YouTube?"
He pulled another tactic. "You shouldn't have come to get me."
"There was no one else."
"You're due in two weeks," Clark reminded her.
"I stopped a mugging four days ago," Chloe countered. Then, grudgingly, she added, "Powergirl was available but we knew the blue kryptonite would affect her, too. So she just dropped me off. It was only supposed to be a simple extraction; I should've known 'simple' doesn't happen in our job."
"What I don't understand is why she still doesn't hear us."
"Maybe it's related to the fact that you still don't have your powers. Usually, blue kryptonite wears off as soon as you're away from it."
"Great, they've found a way to make it a long-range weapon." He held still, acting as support as Chloe shifted her weight down from a massive tree-root.
"What did you see inside the lab?"
"A lot of things in lead containers with a very familiar crown logo at the bottom," Clark answered.
"Checkmate," said Chloe. "You'd think an organization that arcane would try to be a little more subtle about the companies it fronts."
"I think hiding out as a Queen Industries subsidiary is subtle enough."
"It sure made Arrow blow a fuse."
They shared a smile that was refreshingly genuine. Then Clark had go ruin it by being Clark. "Speaking of Arrow."
Chloe threw her hands up. "You are not lecturing me about my sex life in the middle of a botched-- owowowow ." She hunched over, unable to catch her breath. Clark braced her upright, rubbing circles on her lower back.
"Don't hold your breath. Breathe in through your nose for three counts and out for four counts."
"I can't."
"You can. You can do anything."
The cramp started at her tailbone the radiated up to the small of her back and forward but on the inside, like a charley horse deep in her abdomen. Her knees trembled. "Oh God."
"I have you, don't worry."
Don't worry? This pain was supposed to get stronger and come more often and she wasn't supposed to worry? Not for the first time, Chloe played with the idea of hitting Clark with a large stick. He'd feel it; he was vulnerable right now. She even went so far as to look for a suitable weapon. Then he had to go and offer her ice cold water from his canteen, damn his appropriate codename.
"Just a sip," he began.
"I know, I know." She kept the mouthful in her mouth, swallowing only when it went tepid. She told herself she only leaned on Clark so much because her back ache had increased. They kept walking.
"What happened, Tower? When did we stop being best friends?"
"Don't be a drama queen, Kal-el, we're still friends."
"But we're not best-- don't clench your jaw, Tower, just breathe through it-- we're not best friends. We used to tell each other everything."
"Well then, if you had to pick a date, I'd say it was the day after Labour Day '05, ow, ow, ow, owwwwwww, why does this hurt so much?!" Clark made a motion to life her but Chloe stuck her hand out. "Do not touch me right now. I'll rip your fucking arms off."
"But--"
"No. Touching." Cupping the underside of her stomach, she leaned against a tree and asked, "Do we have a connection yet?"
"No," said Clark. "Chloe, I... did we really stop being friends after high school?"
"Are we really having a heart to heart about the state of our friendship in the middle of the jungle? When I'm in labour?"
"Well, it's the only time in the past five years that I've had your undivided attention."
"Actually, contrary to World Kal-el, my attention right now is on the fact that my vagina is doing a Vesuvius."
Green tinged Clark's cheekbones. "N-now, Watchtower, I'm sure it's not that bad."
"Go to hell."
I seem to be torturing Clark a lot. I must really like him.