A/N: First of all, apologies if this flooded your inbox. It was meant to be a one-shot, but came out in short chapters during the writing of it.
Inspired by an episode of Lois and Clark, where Lois is trapped in an alternate dimension. There, Clark never became Superman, and she has to convince him of the man he's supposed to be.
This one's for Doc...
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…My Story, His Story, Our Story…
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How To Begin?
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People say life is strange.
They say it all the time. Something happens, they shrug, and say: "That's life. It's strange."
People don't know what they're talking about.
Her life had been strange.
Brought up as a cross between a daughter and a rebellious recruit to the Army, she had no reference point for normal.
Eight years ago her already off-beat life had morphed into a kaleidoscope of weirdness that should have reserved her a permanent place on some $600 shrink's couch.
And now this…
Sitting here, in this room that… that smelled the same, looked the same, felt the same, and yet… wasn't.
Sitting here, looking at him.
Identical hair, eyes, the slightest lines around the mouth that spoke of too many smiles. The way he carried himself, self-conscious but strong.
His little gestures.
The way he would tilt his head whenever he was thinking hard.
The way he always looked to do something, anything, with his hands.
The way he gnawed on his bottom lip when he tried not to laugh.
It was him!
But it wasn't.
Yep… her life was strange.
If people only knew.
"I guess, I should start at the beginning…" she said, "I'll tell you everything."
"Everything?"
"To the last detail. How we met. What happened after… Why I need you now. You're probably not going to believe any of it, and that's okay, but… It's the only thing I can think of. I have to find a way back to him, and I can't do it without you. Please…"
"Okay," he said, "Start from the beginning…"
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