Stocking Stuffer #1: A Very Blurry Christmas
Dedicated to fictionalknight Hope your Christmas is very blurry! :)
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Clark and Lois
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: This takes place in season 9 and follows the prompt of 'a very blurry Christmas' Merry Christmas to all!
The room spun around her. Lois' head felt like she'd been whacked with one of those cartoon mallets. A small groan filled her ears, and it was only a moment later that she realized the groan was hers.
She tried to focus on her surroundings, but her vision was blurred. Her hands attempted to move up to rub her eyes, but something prevented that.
"Okay, deep breath Lois," she muttered to herself and drew in a sharp breath. Remaining calm wasn't always her strong suit, but she didn't have much choice here if she wanted to figure out what was going on.
Flashes of memory came back to her. An anonymous phone call, a tip that could lead to the scoop of the century on Metropolis' most prominent underground drug ring. The sparkly gold dress she'd chosen to infiltrate Metropolis' underworld also came to mind. Lois looked down and cringed. Yep, the skirt was still embarrassingly short. Even worse now that she was tethered to a metal chair.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time-pose as a blonde bimbo to get to the boss, who hung out at the Metro, a seedy club on the West Bank. He was rumored to have a thing for blondes and so she blended right in.
That part of the plan had gone just fine. Lois struggled again against whatever was holding her wrists and winced as metal cut into her skin. Hand-cuffs. Nice. That would pose a problem.
More memories pieced themselves together as she remembered sneaking off to dig up information that would lead to the clients and the secret stash. She had found paydirt in the downstairs office of the club-all the paper trail a reporter could use. The perfect early Christmas present.
Then someone had found her. And... Lois sighed. She hadn't seen the syringe coming, but she would get out of here and make him sorry he'd ever attacked Lois Lane.
"Miss Lane, how nice of you to join the party. Merry Christmas," a cool voice said. "It's a shame you won't be here to open presents in the morning."
Her vision still blurry, Lois struggled to focus as a glint of metal caught her eye. She recognized the speaker as Bruno 'Ugly' Mannheim, fresh out of jail and rumored to be at the center of Metropolis' organized crime problem.
Bruno came closer, and the gun was unmistakable when it was only an inch from her face.
"Now, tell me who else knows you're here and maybe I won't blow your pretty brains all over the floor."
Lois realized that her feet were bound too and bit her tongue to keep from swearing. There was a way out of this. There was always a way out. It just... wasn't readily apparent at the moment.
"Where's the Blur when you need him?" Lois muttered under her breath.
"Sorry, what was that?" Bruno asked. "I asked you a question and it's polite to answer."
"Yeah, well I never really did get around to finishing charm school," Lois said. She snapped her head backwards and then slammed it into the hand holding the gun. Metal clattered against concrete and Bruno shouted as white hot stars popped into Lois' vision.
"Bad move, Miss Lane," Mannheim said, and she heard his footsteps move away from her, presumably to get the gun again. Lois braced herself for the retaliation, but it never came.
A breeze whooshed past her, and her vision filled with black and silver. Mannheim shouted again, and then a door slammed. Lois grinned.
Minutes later, the door blew open again and Lois heard the sound of metal snapping. Her wrists came free, and then her legs. Before she could say anything, a pair of arms gathered her up.
"Not the ideal way to spend your Christmas Eve, Miss Lane," a distorted voice murmured.
As one, Lois and the Blur rose up the stairs leading to the basement room, and burst through the doors of the now deserted club. She rested against him as the city of Metropolis sprang into view and they slowly rose amidst the sky scrapers.
Christmas lights twinkled at her, and she blinked in an attempt to again clear her vision. Reds and greens sparkled, dotting an otherwise velvet night. The wind whipped her hair and they weaved through the sky scrapers, soaring low over Centennial park. Lois caught her breath as the Christmas display in the park came into focus. The myriad of colors winked up at her, and then they rose through the air again.
She struggled to wrap her brain around everything she'd known about the Blur. Flying was a new rumor she'd heard, but she assumed it was every bit as exaggerated as the stories of a giant bat haunting the streets of Gotham City.
The night air had a bite to it, but this close to him, Lois felt as warm as if she'd fallen asleep next to a roaring fire.
The pair rose high enough that Metropolis was nothing but a glittering jewel dotting the landscape below them. Lois smiled at the sight, which was the last she remembered before her eyes drifted closed.
The dream lingered with her as consciousness intruded. The night air no longer surrounded her, and she was now wrapped in a different kind of warmth. As her mind attempted to rearrange the memories of the night before, Lois realized that the comforter that covered her was in contact with a lot of skin. She shifted position and felt the stretchy lame fabric of the gold mini dress.
Not a dream, she reminded herself, and then realized that this wasn't her bed. Lois sat up, and her vision miraculously began to clear.
"Finally," she muttered, and then looked around her. A familiar bedroom came into view. A small smile curved her lips, and Lois glanced over to a chair in the corner, where Clark rested, his head lolled to one side.
"Smallville," Lois hissed.
Clark opened his eyes, and looked at her. Lois caught her breath as she always did when his blue-green eyes were fixed on her.
"Next time you decide to go after Metropolis' organized crime, do you think you could give me a little warning?" Clark asked.
"Hey, Smallville, get your own story. Just because we're dating doesn't mean you get freebies," Lois said.
Clark frowned at her.
"I'm not worried about the story, Lois. I just would like to be there to help when you're rushing headlong into dangerous situations."
"I had everything under control," Lois insisted.
"Sure, until the Blur had to show up, that is," Clark replied.
"Okay, I'll give you that-our local hero definitely had good timing, but I would have figured out an escape plan if he hadn't shown up," Lois insisted, despite the sneaking feeling that she yet again owed her life to Metropolis' costumed savior. "Anyway, that doesn't explain how I got here. Did the Blur drop me off or something?"
An implacable expression flashed across Clark's face before he answered. "Yeah, he did."
Lois smiled.
"He must have known you'd take good care of me," she said. "It seems that on top of pulling off some pretty amazing saves, our hero is pretty smart too."
Clark rested on the bed beside her and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Guess it's pretty obvious how much I care about you," he said.
Lois' skin tingled at the touch, and she smiled up at him. Everything with Clark was still so new, and yet it felt like they'd always been moving towards this place.
Clark reached over to the nightstand and handed Lois a familiar pair of red flannel pajamas. Her favorite for winter.
"I figured you'd be more comfortable in these."
Lois grinned up at him.
"You know me too well, Smallville."
"Also, the Blur left this for you," Clark said, and handed her a stack of papers.
Lois grasped the papers, and excitement surged through her as she recognized the documents she'd found in Mannheim's office before her capture.
"Talk about a great Christmas present," she said.
Clark chuckled.
"It will be a tough act to follow, but I'll see what I can do. Why don't you get changed while I start the pancakes?"
Lois remembered from the last Christmas morning she'd spent at the Kents that pancakes were always part of the tradition. She wasn't sure what Clark had done last year, or if he'd done anything, but she was glad to be a part of this Kent tradition yet again.
"Wait," she said as Clark started to rise from the bed. He paused, his knees still bent, and looked over at her.
Lois gripped the lapel of his pajamas and pulled him towards her. Her lips met his, and she closed her eyes with a small sigh of content. Clark responded to the kiss with the enthusiasm that she had come to enjoy feeling from him.
"Merry Christmas, Smallville," she murmured as they reluctantly broke apart. Clark grinned, a half-dazed look on his face now.
"Merry Christmas, Lois."
She didn't know how, but the Blur had brought her to just the place she needed to be today and she was as grateful for that as she was that he'd saved her life yet again.
Fandom: Smallville
Characters: Clark and Lois
Rating: PG
Summary/Notes: This takes place in season 9 and follows the prompt of 'a very blurry Christmas' Merry Christmas to all!
The room spun around her. Lois' head felt like she'd been whacked with one of those cartoon mallets. A small groan filled her ears, and it was only a moment later that she realized the groan was hers.
She tried to focus on her surroundings, but her vision was blurred. Her hands attempted to move up to rub her eyes, but something prevented that.
"Okay, deep breath Lois," she muttered to herself and drew in a sharp breath. Remaining calm wasn't always her strong suit, but she didn't have much choice here if she wanted to figure out what was going on.
Flashes of memory came back to her. An anonymous phone call, a tip that could lead to the scoop of the century on Metropolis' most prominent underground drug ring. The sparkly gold dress she'd chosen to infiltrate Metropolis' underworld also came to mind. Lois looked down and cringed. Yep, the skirt was still embarrassingly short. Even worse now that she was tethered to a metal chair.
It had seemed like a good idea at the time-pose as a blonde bimbo to get to the boss, who hung out at the Metro, a seedy club on the West Bank. He was rumored to have a thing for blondes and so she blended right in.
That part of the plan had gone just fine. Lois struggled again against whatever was holding her wrists and winced as metal cut into her skin. Hand-cuffs. Nice. That would pose a problem.
More memories pieced themselves together as she remembered sneaking off to dig up information that would lead to the clients and the secret stash. She had found paydirt in the downstairs office of the club-all the paper trail a reporter could use. The perfect early Christmas present.
Then someone had found her. And... Lois sighed. She hadn't seen the syringe coming, but she would get out of here and make him sorry he'd ever attacked Lois Lane.
"Miss Lane, how nice of you to join the party. Merry Christmas," a cool voice said. "It's a shame you won't be here to open presents in the morning."
Her vision still blurry, Lois struggled to focus as a glint of metal caught her eye. She recognized the speaker as Bruno 'Ugly' Mannheim, fresh out of jail and rumored to be at the center of Metropolis' organized crime problem.
Bruno came closer, and the gun was unmistakable when it was only an inch from her face.
"Now, tell me who else knows you're here and maybe I won't blow your pretty brains all over the floor."
Lois realized that her feet were bound too and bit her tongue to keep from swearing. There was a way out of this. There was always a way out. It just... wasn't readily apparent at the moment.
"Where's the Blur when you need him?" Lois muttered under her breath.
"Sorry, what was that?" Bruno asked. "I asked you a question and it's polite to answer."
"Yeah, well I never really did get around to finishing charm school," Lois said. She snapped her head backwards and then slammed it into the hand holding the gun. Metal clattered against concrete and Bruno shouted as white hot stars popped into Lois' vision.
"Bad move, Miss Lane," Mannheim said, and she heard his footsteps move away from her, presumably to get the gun again. Lois braced herself for the retaliation, but it never came.
A breeze whooshed past her, and her vision filled with black and silver. Mannheim shouted again, and then a door slammed. Lois grinned.
Minutes later, the door blew open again and Lois heard the sound of metal snapping. Her wrists came free, and then her legs. Before she could say anything, a pair of arms gathered her up.
"Not the ideal way to spend your Christmas Eve, Miss Lane," a distorted voice murmured.
As one, Lois and the Blur rose up the stairs leading to the basement room, and burst through the doors of the now deserted club. She rested against him as the city of Metropolis sprang into view and they slowly rose amidst the sky scrapers.
Christmas lights twinkled at her, and she blinked in an attempt to again clear her vision. Reds and greens sparkled, dotting an otherwise velvet night. The wind whipped her hair and they weaved through the sky scrapers, soaring low over Centennial park. Lois caught her breath as the Christmas display in the park came into focus. The myriad of colors winked up at her, and then they rose through the air again.
She struggled to wrap her brain around everything she'd known about the Blur. Flying was a new rumor she'd heard, but she assumed it was every bit as exaggerated as the stories of a giant bat haunting the streets of Gotham City.
The night air had a bite to it, but this close to him, Lois felt as warm as if she'd fallen asleep next to a roaring fire.
The pair rose high enough that Metropolis was nothing but a glittering jewel dotting the landscape below them. Lois smiled at the sight, which was the last she remembered before her eyes drifted closed.
The dream lingered with her as consciousness intruded. The night air no longer surrounded her, and she was now wrapped in a different kind of warmth. As her mind attempted to rearrange the memories of the night before, Lois realized that the comforter that covered her was in contact with a lot of skin. She shifted position and felt the stretchy lame fabric of the gold mini dress.
Not a dream, she reminded herself, and then realized that this wasn't her bed. Lois sat up, and her vision miraculously began to clear.
"Finally," she muttered, and then looked around her. A familiar bedroom came into view. A small smile curved her lips, and Lois glanced over to a chair in the corner, where Clark rested, his head lolled to one side.
"Smallville," Lois hissed.
Clark opened his eyes, and looked at her. Lois caught her breath as she always did when his blue-green eyes were fixed on her.
"Next time you decide to go after Metropolis' organized crime, do you think you could give me a little warning?" Clark asked.
"Hey, Smallville, get your own story. Just because we're dating doesn't mean you get freebies," Lois said.
Clark frowned at her.
"I'm not worried about the story, Lois. I just would like to be there to help when you're rushing headlong into dangerous situations."
"I had everything under control," Lois insisted.
"Sure, until the Blur had to show up, that is," Clark replied.
"Okay, I'll give you that-our local hero definitely had good timing, but I would have figured out an escape plan if he hadn't shown up," Lois insisted, despite the sneaking feeling that she yet again owed her life to Metropolis' costumed savior. "Anyway, that doesn't explain how I got here. Did the Blur drop me off or something?"
An implacable expression flashed across Clark's face before he answered. "Yeah, he did."
Lois smiled.
"He must have known you'd take good care of me," she said. "It seems that on top of pulling off some pretty amazing saves, our hero is pretty smart too."
Clark rested on the bed beside her and brushed the hair out of her face.
"Guess it's pretty obvious how much I care about you," he said.
Lois' skin tingled at the touch, and she smiled up at him. Everything with Clark was still so new, and yet it felt like they'd always been moving towards this place.
Clark reached over to the nightstand and handed Lois a familiar pair of red flannel pajamas. Her favorite for winter.
"I figured you'd be more comfortable in these."
Lois grinned up at him.
"You know me too well, Smallville."
"Also, the Blur left this for you," Clark said, and handed her a stack of papers.
Lois grasped the papers, and excitement surged through her as she recognized the documents she'd found in Mannheim's office before her capture.
"Talk about a great Christmas present," she said.
Clark chuckled.
"It will be a tough act to follow, but I'll see what I can do. Why don't you get changed while I start the pancakes?"
Lois remembered from the last Christmas morning she'd spent at the Kents that pancakes were always part of the tradition. She wasn't sure what Clark had done last year, or if he'd done anything, but she was glad to be a part of this Kent tradition yet again.
"Wait," she said as Clark started to rise from the bed. He paused, his knees still bent, and looked over at her.
Lois gripped the lapel of his pajamas and pulled him towards her. Her lips met his, and she closed her eyes with a small sigh of content. Clark responded to the kiss with the enthusiasm that she had come to enjoy feeling from him.
"Merry Christmas, Smallville," she murmured as they reluctantly broke apart. Clark grinned, a half-dazed look on his face now.
"Merry Christmas, Lois."
She didn't know how, but the Blur had brought her to just the place she needed to be today and she was as grateful for that as she was that he'd saved her life yet again.