Fanfiction for noellesullivan - Limits, Ch 3
A) title = Limits
B) type = fic, 8000 words
C) summary = There are things about Kryptonian puberty Clark never told Chloe. (Spans series, including middle school Chlark)
D) other pairings = Lois Lane/Oliver Queen
E) for whom = noellesullivan
F) prompt = middle school Clark abs Chloe, amusement park rides
Limits
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
September 3, 2025
“Let me go, Clark!” Chloe shouted.
Clark rolled his eyes and held his wife even more tightly to his chest. The carny, well, to be fair, his name was Bob and he’d been a fixture at the Smallville Summer Carnvial for the last thirty years, just shook his head. He still had the tattoos and all the piercings. The ink had faded however, and his skin was wrinkled and worn by decades in the sun.
“Chlo, let’s not attack Bob this year.”
“You never do change, do you, spitfire?”
“Not helping,” Clark said, letting Chloe go after she stopped struggling. “It’s okay. Jonathan’s just not tall enough yet.”
“It’s two inches! Come on. You can’t break the rules for a lousy two inches?”
“Nope,” Bob said, spitting out his chewing tobacco. “Bring him back next year, sweetheart.”
“Let me at him!” she said and this time it was their son who grabbed her shoulder. “Mom, it’s cool. I’ll come back next year, alright?”
“Fine, but I’m going to investigate this flea bitten tourist trap for the Planet. I think you discriminate against the short.”
Bob rolled his eyes. “You do that, honey. Next!”
Clark and Jonathan each clamped a hand on Chloe’s shoulder and dragged her home before she could get herself sued. There was just too much violence in the whole Sullivan-Lane gene pool sometimes.
**
Life was really funny.
Like the girl you thought was the love of your life ended up walking radiation poisoning and not caring at all about people in peril, which, frankly, was kind of your whole job. For all her talk, Lana had never done anything after she left Smallville to help anyone. She’d have ended the Kandorian invasion problem single-handedly, after all. Then, sometimes, the woman you were going to marry got your powers for a day and realized she couldn’t be selfish, couldn’t afford to steal your godlike time for too long.
If life were really, really funny, about four months after she did that, your best friend would turn out to be pregnant with the child you fathered while extremely, extremely drunk on magical champagne.
Okay, so life wasn’t that funny unless you were him.
But if you were Clark Kent, that happened to be your life story.
Anyway, he was quite happy at the farm (Mom bought it back after the world’s most epic lecture years ago) with his wife and son, and even happier at the Planet with his byline partner who just happened to have been his editor since he was a freshman in high school. It was just Clark never thought he’d end up here. At all.
Color him surprised.
“Mom’s better. She, uh, was talking pretty fast with Uncle Perry on the phone. I don’t think he’s going to sanction a carnival expose so everything is fine,” Jonathan said, smiling back at him as he entered the loft and slunk down onto the ancient sofa.
His son was twelve and about to enter eighth grade. Currently, he was far shorter than even Chloe---clearly a couple inches shorter than the needed and vaunted five feet of today---and reed thin. His hair was blond like hers and his nose more pronounced. Sometimes, it was hard for Clark to see himself in Jonathan much at all.
Well, except for the strength and speed. That was sort of the clincher beyond Emil’s test that Jonathan was truly a Kent or, okay, an El too.
“Good. See, son,” he started, scooting over for him. “Your mother means well.”
“But she’s scary?”
“I prefer to think of it as intense, actually,” Clark replied. “She’s very protective.”
“She’s the ultimate Momma Grizzly.”
“Yes, that, and she wanted you to be able to ride the ride and she might really hate Bob cause he used to do this to us when we were your age. Really, it’s all stupid because he’s just following the rules.”
“To Mom’s credit, he’s probably the first carnival worker ever to be worried about honesty,” Jonathan said.
“Maybe,” Clark said. “Look, the fair didn’t end well.”
“Nope.”
He shrugged. “Well, so you can’t ride the Flaming Tornado, but would you like to go flying with me?”
Jonathan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah I catch civilians all the time. You just never asked yet and I wasn’t sure why.”
His son sighed and bit his lower lip. “Because I was waiting until I could do it too. I guess I wanted my first flight to be because I did it.”
“Well, I couldn’t until I was twenty-five so that could be a while.”
“Aunt Kara says you’re very stunted.”
“Aunt Kara and I are going to be having a talk about appropriate things to say to a middle schooler,” he chided. “Seriously, you’ll fly someday,” Clark hedged.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure. Conner had all his powers and telekinesis on top of that (yes, that was random), and he was half-human. Still, Clark wasn’t sure that Jonathan would develop the same way. After all, even if Chloe’s ability to heal had come back during her pregnancy, and, no, she had not been happy about that. Very vocally not happy. Anyway, Jonathan could neither glow nor heal so far. While Clark hoped his son would fly someday, he couldn’t guarantee it.
“Cool,” Jonathan said, grinning. “Maybe a sneak peek wouldn’t be bad. Besides, I bet when I get it that I’ll be better.”
Clark snorted and stood as they both made their way to the open loft window. “It wouldn’t be hard.”
And with that they were up, up, and away.
**
Chapter 4...
B) type = fic, 8000 words
C) summary = There are things about Kryptonian puberty Clark never told Chloe. (Spans series, including middle school Chlark)
D) other pairings = Lois Lane/Oliver Queen
E) for whom = noellesullivan
F) prompt = middle school Clark abs Chloe, amusement park rides
Limits
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
September 3, 2025
“Let me go, Clark!” Chloe shouted.
Clark rolled his eyes and held his wife even more tightly to his chest. The carny, well, to be fair, his name was Bob and he’d been a fixture at the Smallville Summer Carnvial for the last thirty years, just shook his head. He still had the tattoos and all the piercings. The ink had faded however, and his skin was wrinkled and worn by decades in the sun.
“Chlo, let’s not attack Bob this year.”
“You never do change, do you, spitfire?”
“Not helping,” Clark said, letting Chloe go after she stopped struggling. “It’s okay. Jonathan’s just not tall enough yet.”
“It’s two inches! Come on. You can’t break the rules for a lousy two inches?”
“Nope,” Bob said, spitting out his chewing tobacco. “Bring him back next year, sweetheart.”
“Let me at him!” she said and this time it was their son who grabbed her shoulder. “Mom, it’s cool. I’ll come back next year, alright?”
“Fine, but I’m going to investigate this flea bitten tourist trap for the Planet. I think you discriminate against the short.”
Bob rolled his eyes. “You do that, honey. Next!”
Clark and Jonathan each clamped a hand on Chloe’s shoulder and dragged her home before she could get herself sued. There was just too much violence in the whole Sullivan-Lane gene pool sometimes.
**
Life was really funny.
Like the girl you thought was the love of your life ended up walking radiation poisoning and not caring at all about people in peril, which, frankly, was kind of your whole job. For all her talk, Lana had never done anything after she left Smallville to help anyone. She’d have ended the Kandorian invasion problem single-handedly, after all. Then, sometimes, the woman you were going to marry got your powers for a day and realized she couldn’t be selfish, couldn’t afford to steal your godlike time for too long.
If life were really, really funny, about four months after she did that, your best friend would turn out to be pregnant with the child you fathered while extremely, extremely drunk on magical champagne.
Okay, so life wasn’t that funny unless you were him.
But if you were Clark Kent, that happened to be your life story.
Anyway, he was quite happy at the farm (Mom bought it back after the world’s most epic lecture years ago) with his wife and son, and even happier at the Planet with his byline partner who just happened to have been his editor since he was a freshman in high school. It was just Clark never thought he’d end up here. At all.
Color him surprised.
“Mom’s better. She, uh, was talking pretty fast with Uncle Perry on the phone. I don’t think he’s going to sanction a carnival expose so everything is fine,” Jonathan said, smiling back at him as he entered the loft and slunk down onto the ancient sofa.
His son was twelve and about to enter eighth grade. Currently, he was far shorter than even Chloe---clearly a couple inches shorter than the needed and vaunted five feet of today---and reed thin. His hair was blond like hers and his nose more pronounced. Sometimes, it was hard for Clark to see himself in Jonathan much at all.
Well, except for the strength and speed. That was sort of the clincher beyond Emil’s test that Jonathan was truly a Kent or, okay, an El too.
“Good. See, son,” he started, scooting over for him. “Your mother means well.”
“But she’s scary?”
“I prefer to think of it as intense, actually,” Clark replied. “She’s very protective.”
“She’s the ultimate Momma Grizzly.”
“Yes, that, and she wanted you to be able to ride the ride and she might really hate Bob cause he used to do this to us when we were your age. Really, it’s all stupid because he’s just following the rules.”
“To Mom’s credit, he’s probably the first carnival worker ever to be worried about honesty,” Jonathan said.
“Maybe,” Clark said. “Look, the fair didn’t end well.”
“Nope.”
He shrugged. “Well, so you can’t ride the Flaming Tornado, but would you like to go flying with me?”
Jonathan’s eyes lit up. “Really?”
“Yeah I catch civilians all the time. You just never asked yet and I wasn’t sure why.”
His son sighed and bit his lower lip. “Because I was waiting until I could do it too. I guess I wanted my first flight to be because I did it.”
“Well, I couldn’t until I was twenty-five so that could be a while.”
“Aunt Kara says you’re very stunted.”
“Aunt Kara and I are going to be having a talk about appropriate things to say to a middle schooler,” he chided. “Seriously, you’ll fly someday,” Clark hedged.
To be honest, he wasn’t sure. Conner had all his powers and telekinesis on top of that (yes, that was random), and he was half-human. Still, Clark wasn’t sure that Jonathan would develop the same way. After all, even if Chloe’s ability to heal had come back during her pregnancy, and, no, she had not been happy about that. Very vocally not happy. Anyway, Jonathan could neither glow nor heal so far. While Clark hoped his son would fly someday, he couldn’t guarantee it.
“Cool,” Jonathan said, grinning. “Maybe a sneak peek wouldn’t be bad. Besides, I bet when I get it that I’ll be better.”
Clark snorted and stood as they both made their way to the open loft window. “It wouldn’t be hard.”
And with that they were up, up, and away.
**
Chapter 4...