Title: Of Golden Corn.
By: Shard.
Rating: G.
Warnings: Mild hints of slash, very mild. Slightly cutesy, really rambling, sometimes random.
Thanks To: I actually have no idea who to thank today, this just kind of happened. Thank you muse?
By the by, I don't own these characters.
Now onto the story…
The day was bright and clear with the sun shining gold onto the rows and rows corn. That of course was the odd part since corn plants are actually green so shining gold is not necessarily a normal or healthy color for corn to produce. But other then that, the day was perfect, there was a cool breeze blowing in from the south (which usually blows hot but was feeling a bit contrary today) and all work had been completed in the wee morning hours when no one was awake to watch the Human Blur completing his chores.
It was also a Friday.
A seemingly inconsequential farm-boy stared at his shoes for a good long time. His friend, a richer (balder), fellow had come over earlier that morning and they'd since exhausted every subject that they'd ever considered discussing with each other.
Except for maybe one…" There IS no broad side of a planet!" The farm-boy exclaimed with a fair amount of zeal.
His rich friend stared at him. "What?"
"Well, you know how everyone always jokes that storm troopers can't hit the broad side of a planet? Well, there IS no broad side of a planet so the entire statement has no functional meaning at all!" He was panting a little bit when he stopped and two spots of color rose to his cheeks as his friend examined him carefully.
''You just spent twenty-five minutes thinking about that?"
Among other things…"Yeah, I really don't have much else to think about." The two spots of color turned into blotches at the lie and the farm-boy turned his face to the corn. "I mean, what am I supposed to think about? Nothings going on."
The rich man tsked. "Honestly my little padawan, the day is young yet, there may be mutant scum to thwart later."
"Did you just call me your padawan?"
A smirk curved on scarred lips. "Yes."
The farm-boy snorted. "You're from the Dark Side, I could never be your padawan."
Said in great hokey evilness. "Come, join the Dark Side, Clark." He grabbed onto the farm-boy's arm and yanked it towards him. "The feeble powers of the Light can never stand---shit!"
Unfortunately it seems, inconsequential farm-boys do not have sufficient amounts grace to handle being suddenly jerked by rich men with penchants for intergalactic evil. Clark landed heavily on his friend (and several golden corn stalks), arms braced on either side of a hairless face. The breath that was knocked out of both of them didn't return, it went on vacation, leaving them alone with gasping breaths and a compromising position that was becoming more comfortable by the second.
"Uh…Clark?"
"…yeah?"
Gray eyes squeezed short briefly before popping back open. "I just remembered some paper work on my desk, could you—erm—get off me?"
"Oh, sorry Lex!" Clark flew back as if yanked and Lex leaned his head back against the fallen corn before slowly getting to his feet. His eyes flitted up to Clark's briefly and he felt something crawl up his spine.
"Always a pleasure."
"Yeah, bye Lex."
Finite.