Fic: Clexmas Stocking Stuffer #3: Even Aliens Eat Breakfast, Don't They? (1/1)
Title: Clexmas Stocking Stuffer #3: Even Aliens Eat Breakfast, Don’t They? (1/1)
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lex
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Fluff, Humor
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark tells Lex his Secret.
Date Of Completion: January 4, 2017
Dates Of Posting: January 5, 2017/January 19, 2017
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 168
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for the clexmas 2016 Winter Holiday Gift Exchange. Prompts: Winter: Warm, Ahem, Foods, And Eating. New Beginnings: Changes. If you would like to read the comments on my entry on the comm, you can find it here.
“You’re a what?”
“I’m an alien.”
“You’re undocumented?”
“Not an alien from across the border but from the sky!”
“From the sky?”
“In a rocketship.”
“A rocketship?”
“Why are you repeating everything I say?”
“It’s just that…I thought you were a meteor freak, like me.”
“Nope.”
“Wait a minute, did you arrive with the meteors?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I guess when Krypton exploded the meteors traveled in my rocket’s wake.”
“Krypton?”
“My home planet.”
“You really are an alien!”
“I told you!”
“Well, what can you do?”
“Lift hundreds of pounds, run super-fast, hear all the way to Metropolis, see just as far, and, oh, yeah, toast bread with my eyes.”
“What?!”
“Just a little heat vision, and voila! Instant toast.”
“Can I get that toast with a couple of eggs over easy?”
“Sure can. I’m also fond of sausages.”
“Sausages?”
“Yeah, the juicier the better.”
“Oh. Care for one right now?”
“Maple-flavored?”
“How about Kryptonian-flavored?”
“With a side order of syrup?”
“Sticky and sweet.”
“Let’s go.”
concord, massachusetts
Author: BradyGirl_12
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lex
Continuity: Smallville
Genres: Fluff, Humor
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Spoilers: None
Summary: Clark tells Lex his Secret.
Date Of Completion: January 4, 2017
Dates Of Posting: January 5, 2017/January 19, 2017
Disclaimer: I don’t own ‘em, DC and Warner Brothers do, more’s the pity.
Word Count: 168
Feedback welcome and appreciated.
Author’s Notes: Written for the clexmas 2016 Winter Holiday Gift Exchange. Prompts: Winter: Warm, Ahem, Foods, And Eating. New Beginnings: Changes. If you would like to read the comments on my entry on the comm, you can find it here.
“You’re a what?”
“I’m an alien.”
“You’re undocumented?”
“Not an alien from across the border but from the sky!”
“From the sky?”
“In a rocketship.”
“A rocketship?”
“Why are you repeating everything I say?”
“It’s just that…I thought you were a meteor freak, like me.”
“Nope.”
“Wait a minute, did you arrive with the meteors?”
“Yeah, sorry about that. I guess when Krypton exploded the meteors traveled in my rocket’s wake.”
“Krypton?”
“My home planet.”
“You really are an alien!”
“I told you!”
“Well, what can you do?”
“Lift hundreds of pounds, run super-fast, hear all the way to Metropolis, see just as far, and, oh, yeah, toast bread with my eyes.”
“What?!”
“Just a little heat vision, and voila! Instant toast.”
“Can I get that toast with a couple of eggs over easy?”
“Sure can. I’m also fond of sausages.”
“Sausages?”
“Yeah, the juicier the better.”
“Oh. Care for one right now?”
“Maple-flavored?”
“How about Kryptonian-flavored?”
“With a side order of syrup?”
“Sticky and sweet.”
“Let’s go.”
concord, massachusetts