'Lex Luther – Millionaire or Mad-Man?'
The delete button was calling out to me along with all the warning signs saying 'print this and die, so don't, idiot' and all the visions of the things that this one certain mad-man (trust me I've met a few of those) can do or have done to little old me.
(but even I can't stop myself, well maybe I did once stop myself from knocking him over the side of the head when he called me a muffin-peddler)
But you know me I make life harder for myself (even with one single word or kick to the gut) and enjoy cleaning up the mess that the aftermath leaves behind.
Lois Lane is just that awesome, so awesome that I'll be the one to bring him down a peg and laugh while I do it.
(or die, it's one or the other)
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Why? You and the world (including Chlo and Clark) are asking the very same thing.
"Come to fire me, boss? Oh, hey there Smallville, thought you were Lex come to do the dirty-deed he's been dying to do since he got his clutches on the Planet. What's up?"
It was always a good day when instead of getting another unbearable moment with Lex freaking Luther (and his need to drive me up the wall, oh and be really creepy) I get some of Clark Kent's time, because after all it's rare thing to get even of second of it these days.
But I knew the second he walked in, eyes locked on me and me alone (burning a hole through every part of me), that something was wrong and I was about to find out if it was of the green rock or the Lana Lang kind.
"Smallville, what's wrong with you? Cat got your-"
Before I could let out any more witty commentary he shut me up (and that usually impossible) when his lips found mine, shutting off my month and the rest of me, and it seemed like forever that we were stuck like that (each and every part of us screaming for the other).
Neither one of us wanted to let go, we wanted to keep our lips like this until the next ice age (I'd be a bag of bones and him the very same) but it had to end sooner of later, sadly it ended sooner then I wanted it to.
(the kiss that I wouldn't get the chance to get one day filled with doom and weddings, and lots of drinking)
"Clark?"
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We were closer then we've ever been (besides that day I like to blame strong drugs for, each memory is crimson red) and I could see deep into his eyes (those eyes I've seen filled with love, hate, murder and so much more) but instead of seeing my Clark Kent, I saw someone new and strange.
I saw age (someone who has been to hell and back), that these eyes that are locked on, me afraid if he lets me go I'll turn to dust, have seen more then his share of wonder and horror.
"You we're the one from the very start, Ms. Lane (my tongue dies to day 'Kent'), the one that made me fly, it was you. Don't tell Clark, your Clark, he's not ready for any of this. He's not your Superman yet."
Before I got a chance to ask any questions, which I would be known for world wide one day (and husband-dear would be their hero, and mine), before I could ask why, and before my eyes could go wide, he was gone in the blink of a eye.
"Son of a bitch, what the hell just happened to me?"
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This in no way helped out the already strained relationship between Kent and me (the one that I now know is going somewhere), plus now my eyes follow his every move and every time he stares back all I can think about is that kiss.
(which was a little to good to be from Kent, and I find myself wanting many more just like that)
"Lois, why are you staring at me?"
"No reason, Smallville, now go and save-be a good citizen!"
And with the first words I speak to him I already almost do the opposite of what he told me to do (the Clark I want now more then later), and that is all thanks to that damn mouth of mine.
"Are you drunk?"
"I wish (my Superman), I wish."