Why Superman Likes Pink- AU Smallville Futurefic
Title: Why Superman Likes Pink
Rating: PG
Pairings: Superman/Lois, hints of another pairing
Spoilers: You might notice a slight reference to Abyss, if you blink.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, *I* would be in charge of writing the final season. NUFF SAID.
Summary: The smallest of things can bring the sweetest of memories back... no matter how hard you've tried to forget them.
Notes: This little fic came to me at random while looking at my au100 prompt table. It's kind of a crossover with Superman: The Movie, and inserts a little self-reflection into probably the most memorable scene in the film, at least for me. And yes, as there usually is with my fics, there's a little twist in this. :p Special thanks to lanapedia for being a pseudo-beta and helping me with the summary. Feedback is so much love! <3
"Do you like pink?"
She asks the question softly, and it catches him off-guard.
Her head slowly lifts as she stops writing on her little notepad. A shy, almost innocent look fills her pretty little face as her beautiful hazel eyes meet his deep, bright blue ones.
He's pretty sure he looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, but he stares at her for a long moment, his face beginning to soften.
Her question echoes in his mind, as flashes of another life, her other life, flash before his eyes.
"Whaddya think? Too pink?" she asked, pausing outside the car door, little wisps of her blonde hair being tossed around by the wind.
His eyes were wide, and if he hadn't known better, he might have said that his jaw was on the ground.
"No, you look... you look beautiful." And he wasn't lying. In that instant, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his entire life.
She looked pleased, downright giddy, and giggled in response. "Thank you. You clean up nicely yourself."
They exchanged flowers, a white boutonnière for him, a pink corsage for her.
And then, their eyes met, and for a moment, there was just him, and her, no one and nothing else. He wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment, staring endlessly into those beautiful eyes.
It was her that broke into the moment, reminding him that they had somewhere to be.
Damn, if he's not staring at her that same way now, as if she's the only woman in the world, and he's the man who's about to get to brag about having her on his arm.
He feels an ache in his heart that he hasn't felt in years, and for a moment, he regrets being the only one of the two of them to still carry that sweet memory.
He has to remind himself that it was for a reason, and that he'd had no choice. It was the only way she'd be safe, be protected.
He can remember the day it happened so clearly, even if he doesn't want to.
"No, Clark! You can't do this to me! You can't just take yourself away from me like this!"
"I have to. It's the only way."
"Lex lost his memories, Clark. He doesn't remember me. And besides, I'm someone else now. He'd never realize the truth."
"And what if he gets them back? Or he figures out how well you know me?"
"It's not gonna happen. Please, Clark..."
"What if someone else does? What if they come after you? I don't care what they do to me... but I won't let them hurt you."
She was crying by then. And if there was anything he hated, it was seeing her cry.
His hands gently touched her shoulders. "You've been the best friend and ally I could have had. The truth is, you've saved me more than I ever could have saved you. And you mean so much to me... you mean everything to me. And if I have to live without you for a lifetime, it doesn't matter, as long as you're safe, and happy. And I know you'll be happy now, because you're in the one place you always dreamed of being." He was near tears himself, as his hand raised, brushing over her cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... but the best way that I know to protect you is to let you go."
And before she could say a single word, he'd kissed her.
It had been that single kiss that had taken it all away.
Her memories.
Of him, and of the girl who had once been.
Only the woman before him exists now, with her dark brown hair pinned up, little wisps of it hanging around her face, her eyes pleading for his answer.
And with a small, sweet smile, he finally gives it to her.
"I like pink very much, Lois."
Rating: PG
Pairings: Superman/Lois, hints of another pairing
Spoilers: You might notice a slight reference to Abyss, if you blink.
Disclaimer: If I owned Smallville, *I* would be in charge of writing the final season. NUFF SAID.
Summary: The smallest of things can bring the sweetest of memories back... no matter how hard you've tried to forget them.
Notes: This little fic came to me at random while looking at my au100 prompt table. It's kind of a crossover with Superman: The Movie, and inserts a little self-reflection into probably the most memorable scene in the film, at least for me. And yes, as there usually is with my fics, there's a little twist in this. :p Special thanks to lanapedia for being a pseudo-beta and helping me with the summary. Feedback is so much love! <3
"Do you like pink?"
She asks the question softly, and it catches him off-guard.
Her head slowly lifts as she stops writing on her little notepad. A shy, almost innocent look fills her pretty little face as her beautiful hazel eyes meet his deep, bright blue ones.
He's pretty sure he looks a bit like a deer caught in the headlights, but he stares at her for a long moment, his face beginning to soften.
Her question echoes in his mind, as flashes of another life, her other life, flash before his eyes.
"Whaddya think? Too pink?" she asked, pausing outside the car door, little wisps of her blonde hair being tossed around by the wind.
His eyes were wide, and if he hadn't known better, he might have said that his jaw was on the ground.
"No, you look... you look beautiful." And he wasn't lying. In that instant, he thought she was the most beautiful girl he'd ever seen in his entire life.
She looked pleased, downright giddy, and giggled in response. "Thank you. You clean up nicely yourself."
They exchanged flowers, a white boutonnière for him, a pink corsage for her.
And then, their eyes met, and for a moment, there was just him, and her, no one and nothing else. He wanted nothing more than to stay in that moment, staring endlessly into those beautiful eyes.
It was her that broke into the moment, reminding him that they had somewhere to be.
Damn, if he's not staring at her that same way now, as if she's the only woman in the world, and he's the man who's about to get to brag about having her on his arm.
He feels an ache in his heart that he hasn't felt in years, and for a moment, he regrets being the only one of the two of them to still carry that sweet memory.
He has to remind himself that it was for a reason, and that he'd had no choice. It was the only way she'd be safe, be protected.
He can remember the day it happened so clearly, even if he doesn't want to.
"No, Clark! You can't do this to me! You can't just take yourself away from me like this!"
"I have to. It's the only way."
"Lex lost his memories, Clark. He doesn't remember me. And besides, I'm someone else now. He'd never realize the truth."
"And what if he gets them back? Or he figures out how well you know me?"
"It's not gonna happen. Please, Clark..."
"What if someone else does? What if they come after you? I don't care what they do to me... but I won't let them hurt you."
She was crying by then. And if there was anything he hated, it was seeing her cry.
His hands gently touched her shoulders. "You've been the best friend and ally I could have had. The truth is, you've saved me more than I ever could have saved you. And you mean so much to me... you mean everything to me. And if I have to live without you for a lifetime, it doesn't matter, as long as you're safe, and happy. And I know you'll be happy now, because you're in the one place you always dreamed of being." He was near tears himself, as his hand raised, brushing over her cheek. "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry... but the best way that I know to protect you is to let you go."
And before she could say a single word, he'd kissed her.
It had been that single kiss that had taken it all away.
Her memories.
Of him, and of the girl who had once been.
Only the woman before him exists now, with her dark brown hair pinned up, little wisps of it hanging around her face, her eyes pleading for his answer.
And with a small, sweet smile, he finally gives it to her.
"I like pink very much, Lois."