Spoilers: Krypto Author's notes: This is insanely sappy and maybe even a little cheesy. But yeah, fluff is fun. So is out of character Lois! Try and enjoy this, and if it's too painful to read, I'll delete it ASAP.
Dedication: To my dog, Roxy. Because she's just awesome. And because she always sleeps on my bed, no matter what my sisters bribe her with. Mwhahaha.
Disclaimer: The characters and animal within do not belong to me. I do however, own this sapfic. I'm sorry if it causes trauma…
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It's late when she gets back from Chloe's, sometime after 10 PM. Clark and the dog – Shelby/Krypto/Clarkie – are curled up together on the couch. The TV's on, but Clark's half asleep, his head leaning against the dogs. If Lois were the sentimental type, she'd take a picture.
"We're going to bed," Martha says from the kitchen. She gives Lois a smile of greeting. "Good night, Lois."
"Night, Mrs. Kent." Lois smiles back, once again appreciating the Kent's hospitality.
"Clark, put that dog outside," Jonathan orders his son as he walks up the stairs after Martha.
"Mmm?" Clark mumbles, half asleep.
"Dog! Outside! I don't want him eating us out of house and home."
"Mmm," is once again Clark's response.
"I'll do it, Smallville." Lois goes over, trying to stifle a sneeze. "C'mere, boy." The dog yips and wiggles out from under Clark. He moans and falls sideways, apparently more asleep than Lois had previously thought.
"Come on, boy. Let's take you outside – maybe then I can stop sounding like I have a constant cold – "
Lois takes the dog out to the barn. "Stay here, all right? We'll see you tomorrow." She strokes his back, coughing as she does so.
The dog yips forlornly, but obeys. Lois goes back inside and smiles at the sight of Clark.
He's barely on the couch, one arm thrown over the side. He moves restlessly, coming perilously closer to falling completely off the couch.
Going over to him, she picks up the tangle of blankets lying on the floor. Smoothing one over Clark seems to calm his restlessness and after one last attempt to stop smiling fondly down at him, Lois nudges him more fully on the couch and goes upstairs.
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Sleep just doesn't seem to be on the agenda tonight. After tossing and turning for an hour, and leafing through Clark's surprisingly large book collection, she's still not tired. She knows more than she ever wanted to about astronomy,however.
She ventures downstairs in search of a drink. Her eyes widen as she sees Clarkie – Krypto – the dog – standing on his hind legs, front paws up on the door.
"What are you doing?" she inquires, walking over to the door. The Kent's really are a naive family, she thinks. If you didn't have a security system in Metropolis, you might as well kiss your possessions good bye.
Opening the door she's nearly knocked over by the dog. He jumps joyously, letting out quiet yips, somewhere between barks and whimpers. She smiles in spite of herself, as she grabs the box of tissues from the kitchen table. After blowing her nose, she retrieves the milk from the refrigerator and pours herself a glass.
As she drinks it, Lois hears Shelby's claws clicking against the wood floor, and then the sound is muffled as he steps into the living room.
Placing her drink on the counter, she turns to see him leaping on the couch next to Clark. Clark stirs as Clarshelpto wiggles his way under the blanket, settling down contentedly somewhere near his feet.
Lois goes over and strokes his hair. "Go back to sleep," she murmurs, running fingers through his surprisingly silky locks.
He settles down again, and Lois rubs the dog's fir as well before leaving.
She sneezes again as she grabs her milk off the counter, but the pair in the living room are more than worth it.