It was wordless, no voices rose up (why you crying Smallville?) it just was, rather then saying come cry on my shoulder it just happened as I let his head rest against me, shh, shh, it will be alright.
Thinking back to the first the years, which seemed so very long ago, the old me tough as nails little miss venom, she would be laughing bitter words on her tongue Clark Kent's my friend? I thought Farm boy hated me and like wise?
The thought 'the old me' stood out in my mind, I was still me, Lois Lane but over these long years I had become more open (thanks to Smallville) somewhat softer and throughout the years filled with meteor freaks and a whole lot of death I had lost and gained a lot in little old Smallville.
In that one moment with our arms wrapped around one another and our feet swaying beneath us I felt save in those monster arms of his, I was holding on to Clark freaking Kent the farm-boy I had promised to hate with every bit of my body and mind.
Damn, things have changed but at lest they won't go too far because there is no freaking way I'll ever hug Lex Luther, stab him, yes, hug him, hell no.
Lana Lang is a Moron, there I said it. How dense does a girl have to be to leave Clark Kent all time good guy and one of a small percent of men that aren't total pigs, come on!
This, whatever this is, it shouldn't feel this good and I shouldn't want to hold on to him forever but I do and that's just crazy.
"You okay, Smallville?"
"Yeah, I guess we can let go now."
The problem that I was facing as we went our separate ways, tear-filled smiles on our faces, was that I didn't want to let this corn-feed farm boy go, and that itself is one huge problem.