"Who dares to enter my fortress?"
I would have been quacking in my heels if that booming voice of his wasn't coming from Chloe Sullivan of all people.
(why couldn't he at least picked someone male?)
"Elle Bishop dares, now stop shouting, Brainy, I don't like it."
The familiar chill of the fortress, which I remember belonging to Clarky-boy, filled me with memories from what seems like another life.
(before my baby turned female and I turned into a fully rotten apple)
"Elle, you came."
In barely a second Chloe, with Brainy buried deep inside like the tick that he is, was taking me in her/his arms.
(forever isn't a good enough word)
"Hold it right there baby. Hugging is all you get until your the right gender once again, got it?"
The little devil sneaked in another bone crushing hug and cheek kiss before the new law of mine went into action.
"Once Clark is finally dead I'll take his skin and shed this soft one."
I broke my own rule only after a few minutes, our time separated seemed endless and kissed his forehead.
"Good, just make sure you don't go all zombie on me, okay baby?"
This damaged mind of mine loves that every ludicrous word out of my mouth just floats right over his head.
"Now go and kick some ass."
Doubt was already filling up every pore, with a whole lot of fear, fear that my partner for life might be female and that he might not be at all.
(thanks to Clarky-boy and all of his goodness)
"Just don't go and die on me, Dr. Fine."