Stocking Stuffer #6: Aliens Eat Breakfast, Don't They?
Today's stocking stuffer is from bradygirl_12 and is partially behind a cut, because... well, ;D Yes. Getting ready for the weekend, we are.
Title:Aliens Eat Breakfast, Don’t They?
Author: BradyGirl_12
Type: Fic, 168
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary:Clark tells Lex his Secret.
Prompts:Winter: Warm, Ahem, Foods And Eating. New Beginnings: Changes.
“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.”
Title:Aliens Eat Breakfast, Don’t They?
Author: BradyGirl_12
Type: Fic, 168
Rating: R
Warnings: None
Summary:Clark tells Lex his Secret.
Prompts:Winter: Warm, Ahem, Foods And Eating. New Beginnings: Changes.
“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.”