Yaaaay for Lex and Lana!
Title: Two Fools
Summary: "All alone in the Talon, way too late at night, with a cup of coffee that, ironically, had long since gone cold."
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 274
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Lex/Lana
A/N: Pre-Precipice. My first Smallville fic, written for my own impromptu Pepper Jack Cheese Challenge. A double serving; though it's not my fault that Lex likes to quote my favorite poet. Bonus points for knowing the poem and why it's significant. (4/24/05) Edited for a tense shift and a minor plothole. Hurrah for fixing things!
It was late. It seemed it was always late, that this just kept happening. All alone in the Talon, way too late at night, with a cup of coffee that, ironically, had long since gone cold. The numbers were swimming, and all Lana really wanted to do was slam the ledger shut, go home, eat, and go to bed.
But then there was a knock, and then there was Lex.
“Burning the midnight oil, I see,” he said, shutting the office door behind him.
“You didn’t have to come here this late,” Lana told him with a tired smile. “I’m almost done.”
“‘I am too fools, I know,’” he quoted, and for a half second his face was almost sad. Lana knew she'd heard that line before, but she couldn't place where. “But I brought you these.” He handed her an unassuming white paper bag. She opened it.
Doughnuts. Not flowers or candy or bejeweled treasures from random ancient queens. Doughnuts. It was so incongruous- the millionaire businessman come in the middle of the night with baked goods for a high school girl.
But what he couldn’t have known was the half glimpse of a memory that was coming back to her- early Sunday mornings with her dad, him lifting her up to point at the sticky treats, sitting in the car getting glaze all over everything, and her dad just laughing. Lana felt warm all of a sudden.
A rebellious tear escaped down her face. She wiped it away, hoping he hadn’t noticed. But of course, he had. And he didn’t understand, but he put an arm around her anyway.
It didn’t make any sense, but it was absolutely perfect. And in that moment, she was his, lock, stock, and barrel.
Summary: "All alone in the Talon, way too late at night, with a cup of coffee that, ironically, had long since gone cold."
Fandom: Smallville
Word Count: 274
Rating/Warnings: PG
Pairing: Lex/Lana
A/N: Pre-Precipice. My first Smallville fic, written for my own impromptu Pepper Jack Cheese Challenge. A double serving; though it's not my fault that Lex likes to quote my favorite poet. Bonus points for knowing the poem and why it's significant. (4/24/05) Edited for a tense shift and a minor plothole. Hurrah for fixing things!
It was late. It seemed it was always late, that this just kept happening. All alone in the Talon, way too late at night, with a cup of coffee that, ironically, had long since gone cold. The numbers were swimming, and all Lana really wanted to do was slam the ledger shut, go home, eat, and go to bed.
But then there was a knock, and then there was Lex.
“Burning the midnight oil, I see,” he said, shutting the office door behind him.
“You didn’t have to come here this late,” Lana told him with a tired smile. “I’m almost done.”
“‘I am too fools, I know,’” he quoted, and for a half second his face was almost sad. Lana knew she'd heard that line before, but she couldn't place where. “But I brought you these.” He handed her an unassuming white paper bag. She opened it.
Doughnuts. Not flowers or candy or bejeweled treasures from random ancient queens. Doughnuts. It was so incongruous- the millionaire businessman come in the middle of the night with baked goods for a high school girl.
But what he couldn’t have known was the half glimpse of a memory that was coming back to her- early Sunday mornings with her dad, him lifting her up to point at the sticky treats, sitting in the car getting glaze all over everything, and her dad just laughing. Lana felt warm all of a sudden.
A rebellious tear escaped down her face. She wiped it away, hoping he hadn’t noticed. But of course, he had. And he didn’t understand, but he put an arm around her anyway.
It didn’t make any sense, but it was absolutely perfect. And in that moment, she was his, lock, stock, and barrel.