001 - First Article - Video (post-sirens)
[The brunette on the video sports quite a few cuts and bruises; it looks like someone didn’t take her first night out seriously enough. From the scene behind her, she’s in the shelter-dugout, for those who would recognize it.] Okay, newsflash of the hour: humans totally have parental instincts coded into them, and it sucks
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However, then the door opens, the lights flick off--and before her brain entirely processes that familiar rush of air, she shrieks slightly and jumps, dropping her NV as she does. It means there's still faint light, but not much, as she whirls around and blinks, trying to peer into the gloom.]
OKAY, new rule, whatever the hell you are you freaking say something before opening the door that isn't supposed to just open on its own like some sort of--
[And then her brain catches up--because, really her mouth just sometimes operates before the rest of her. And Lois just stops, staring, trying desperately to make out... something. Some feature of his face, the symbol on his chest--but unlike the Blur's latest ( ... )
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Lois actually looks up, finally, eyes open now--she hasn't really taken a good, long look at him yet, but at least she's looking up into his face now. Her smile is a mixture of fond and sardonic surprise.
Seriously? That is what he's worried about?]
Just a hint, Smallville--next time you're trying to keep a secret identity? Don't kiss me.
[Even as she says it, her eyes widen slightly and she looks away again--saying that out loud somehow makes it a lot more real that it's out in the open now.]
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She'd worked out who he was based on a kiss? Everyone else had had to have it spelled out to them in big bold letters, and she'd worked it out because of a kiss?
Damn it. That smug, smug bastard. He was right, and Clark was never going to live it down, was he? Thinking of Bruce centers him, robs away the shock and he focuses on the moment again and sets it aside. Nothing should surprise him any more.]
There's not going to be a next time, Lois. I'm not going to hide anything from you--not any more.
Let's get out of here, okay? There's something I want to show you.
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...Although now there's this running question of what's going on with that that she remembers. Last she knew, they'd broken up--except according to a certain rather irritating billionaire, Clark's been talking about her as his girlfriend.
Lois is honestly getting more and more tempted to throttle Clark until whatever brain cells that are misfiring to make him totally illogical die or something.]
Sounds fine. I wasn't exactly looking forward to sleeping on this bench anyway.
[And there's that absolute trust in him to keep her safe.]
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Especially when he's a smug bastard.
He stands up, looking down at her quietly.
His apartment is out, he suddenly realises. She'd kill him when she saw how he'd been living, so that means either the starter apartments or one of the safehouses, and while he'd prefer to take her to the safehouse...
It's not that great when Batman sweeps in out of nowhere, half stripped out of his armour. No, it's a bad idea.
Of course now she has a better opportunity to get a look at him. All red and blue and wearing that thick, luxurious cape.]
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He looks-- spectacular, really. Clark's always been attractive, she's never tried to deny that (after all, her first look was pretty thorough), but... Her heart skips a beat and she bites her lip, eyes widening. Some part of her brain is still sane enough to point out that this is Clark Kent, dorky farm boy, and he's wearing tights and a cape, and-- is that seriously briefs on the outside?
But damn if he doesn't look amazing. Her fingers are already itching to play with the cape.
Lois swallows and tries for a smile--and to avoid showing that she's definitely looking him over. Goddammit.]
It looks better in technicolor. Black's way too emo for you--it's a sign of unhealthy hours in the boy's playhouse brooding.
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It's instinct more than anything.]
I wasn't sure you'd like it that much. It's a little...dated.
[He looked like a circus gymnast, honestly, with a touch of honest-to-god-alien. He's much gladder for the new version of the suit now; tougher and stronger, and less flimsy looking, it gives a better first impression by far.]
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She smiles a little, wryly, at his comment.]
Dated is one word for it.
[She's smiling a little--it is a little ridiculous, really, but... it works. She's not sure how.]
You look good. Not many guys can pull off tights.
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[But he's leading her back, one step at a time, his hand closed over the back of hers. As hard as he tries to be light and fluffy, they did start off with a falling out and another argument, and he wanted to make it up to her--even if he knows that he's not going to get out of dodge no matter what he pulls out of his cape-pockets.
So when they step into the Darkness he closes his arm around her back and gently takes off. It's still jumping rather than flying, but the quality of it is significantly closer to the latter now, due to having two months with literally nothing better to do than practice how to float, and also thanks to Bruce's leant grapple line. He doesn't actually need that back, does he?]
Hold on tight.
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[Besides her tendency to kiss the hell out of him at every chance she gets. She's ignoring that. It's said playfully, though. She's just teasing.
When he closes his arms around her, she reflexively wraps her arms around his waist and holds on tight--almost unconsciously stepping forward a little. She's not quite standing on his feet, not yet, but then he didn't exactly suggest it. There is definitely a faint sound of startlement--might be a bit-back curse--and she glances down, then back up again.]
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I think it's showing, Lois.
[It's alright. His resistance to gravity is more transmitted than her holding onto him and him jumping. He could touch his fingers to hers and they could glide easily at arm's length, her flying as much as he was. But he's not going to try that because, well...he's enjoying her clinging to him.
It makes him feel like he's all she needs.
Their ascent is gentle, and Clark touches down on top of the apartment building, letting her feet touch the floor just after his own.
And since they just flew, this is the perfect time for an important question:]
Are we still on that break?
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[But she's blushing slightly. Okay, so she's a lot more turned on by this than she expected, and she's telling herself to cool it, they need to keep clear heads to work this out because letting her hormones run away with her just because Clark looks stunning and... and wow, it's amazing being up here in his arms like this...
Stop. That. Now.
Her heart's racing, her breath coming just a little quickly, and she bites her lip before smiling wryly up at him.]
Because we were doing so well at being on it to begin with.
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And now he's holding her, and she's looking up at him with all that love, all that wonder, her heartbeat racing, and he feels like he could soar.]
I love you, Lois. If you're alright with...all this, then I want to spend the rest of my life with you. No more breaks. No more secrets. No more Egypt. And if this is it... If I really am dead at home, then I don't want to waste a single moment.
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She doesn't.
On the one hand, there's not a doubt in her mind she'd do anything to stay with him the rest of her life. And she refuses to believe that he's dead, back in their own world--refuses to believe that they don't have a future in the world and city they both love so much. On the other... she's barely arrived, she's confused and a little lost. She wants nothing more than to go home to Metropolis, with him--and he doesn't seem to think he has a future anywhere but here.
It's a lot to take in.
So she just closes her eyes and rests her head on his chest, over the shield she loves so much.]
I love you too.
[There. Good start. Also, true, so.]
And you're not dead. I won't let you be.
[That part's said more fiercely, and her arms tighten around his waist reflexively as she remembers the sight of him with that knife in his chest.
And hell. He's the one who keeps leaving her, and it keeps scaring the crap out of her.]It's-- ( ... )
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Wrong dimension, Check
Evil corporations, Check
Monster movies, Check
People who know you but don't, Check
Boyfriend is an alien, Check
Boyfriend wears tights, Check
Honestly, he has to think about these things twice before he says them. But on the other hand--]
It's been hard here. Two months... I haven't seen you in two months, and there've been a lot of changes. I thought I might never get a chance to tell you.
[He can't admit that it's been frightening sometimes. That there have been days he didn't know what to do, and days he's cried, days he's thrown himself into action because otherwise the guilt of what he's done might have ripped him apart.]
Let's get inside, and I'll get changed into something a bit more sensible--and get you some of my coffee, there's probably none in your room.
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Still, right now, her entire face lights up at the prospect of getting coffee. She beams up at him and gives him a quick kiss on the cheek.]
Coffee sounds great. I think there's a coffee maker, but not coffee. Bring some extra for the morning while you're at it, 'kay?
[It occurs to her, distantly, that the domesticity of that request is almost frightening and kind of ridiculously silly, considering they're in the wrong dimension.]
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