Title: From Where I Stood
Story by: k3josai
Written by: k3josai
Beta'd by: superlc529
Crossover: Superman comics, Arrow and Smallville TV Shows
POV: Lois Lane, Oliver Queen, Clark Kent, Diana Prince
Rating: K+
Summary: Composed of four parts, all consisting of random thoughts and events
Disclaimer: I own nothing. The characters are owned by CW/WB/DC. Superman, Clark Kent and Lois Lane acreated by Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. Green Arrow created by Morton Weisinger and designed by George Papp. Wonder Woman created by William Moulton Marston
Authors' Notes:
This might not be the best fic I've written, but this might be the last fic that I'll be writing for now because I'll be taking on another phase in my life and it will require much of my time. This is my long-overdue Clois project after The Man Who Can't Be Moved. Thanks to the Clois fans all over the world who are always there to read and/or comment on my fanfiction. Thanks also to my betareader, Linda and to the talented Malvill Aces for the banner. May God bless us always. =)
From Where I Stood
Part I
(Lois Lane)
From where I stood, looking up, I could see two streaks of blue and red cross the Metropolis sky.
I sighed deeply. Here I was, Lois Lane standing in one of the busiest streets of the Metro. One month had already gone by since I had been at the Daily Planet where I experienced the real action.
That was where I started and formed my career as an investigative journalist until I transferred to GBS as an executive producer of a nightly news magazine. The show was good, but not as exhilarating as my work as a reporter. Of course I always ended up putting myself into dangerous situations one way or another, coupled by rescues made by the one and only Man of Steel.
I never got into those situations on purpose, mind you. Okay, I did jump into them without thinking twice, but I did it to expose the truth.
Truth… Justice… and in the American way…
Sorry, couldn't help myself. I borrowed that line from Mr. Red-and-Blue Tights.
By the way, just so we're clear, I was not always the damsel in distress. I could take care of myself. I'm a General's daughter after all.
For instance today, I was able to rescue myself from two muggers in an alley where I usually meet an informant of mine. They weren't able to show up for some reason. He did have the audacity to text me that we had to meet some other time in another location.
After I texted my reply, these two lanky muggers stepped in front of me and tried to get my purse and iPhone 5. Of course, I have military instincts and I knew I could bring them down easily. With a few kicks and punches, they were defeated in no time. There was no need to scream for help. Over the years, I've learned that I can stand my own ground.
I thanked the police after I signed my testimony against the thugs. Stepping out of the station, I heard Inspector Henderson's voice: "Miss Lane, I do think you should attend to that wound on your left arm."
Damn.
So I didn't get out of it unscathed. I didn't even know I was injured. Looking down at the gash, I saw that the blood was already dry and the discoloration on the upper part of my arm started to appear.
I shrugged, "Thanks, Inspector… But, it's nowhere near any vital organs. I think I can survive."
"You're General Lane's daughter, of course." He smiled at me. I returned with a smirk and a nod.
Anyway, sorry, I got side-tracked. Where was I? Oh yeah…
From where I stood, I could see those two streaks of red and blue across the sky as I waited for a cab.
There was that feeling again, a pain shooting through my stomach up into the left side of my chest. It was definitely not a good thing that I felt this whenever I saw them together. I shouldn't be selfish about Superman having someone to rely on.
Right.
Superman had Wonder Woman at his side nowadays. I realized at some point in my early Daily Planet career, that having a partner wasn't as awful as it seemed. When you were exhausted or tired about an assignment, your partner could cover for you or even finish what you already started. You would have someone you could talk to, whether it was all about work or personal matters.
It wasn't long before I was able to put the pieces together about Superman and Wonder Woman. That is, once I could see them clearly, the realization hit hard. Superman was Clark Kent and Wonder Woman was Diana Prince.
They were inseparable as the superheroes or as just the regular guy and gal. I guess things were the way they should be – a Kryptonian and an Amazon Princess – perfect fit.
Before, I pushed Clark away from me, especially at those times when he'd throw hints that he wanted more than just friendship from me. Hell, I even asked him to go on a date with my younger sister, Lucy. Truthfully, I wasn't that good in handling relationships.
I was really, really afraid that if Clark and I became a couple, I would mess things up and could blow our relationship apart.
That totally worked out. What happened? I chose me ending up being hurt.
I stood outside my apartment door with my eyes closed for awhile. Whether I'd admit it or not, it was a matter of fact, I missed having my partner-in-crime. I missed a certain farm boy named Clark Kent. He was my best friend and forever would be – I hoped.
He was with me through thick and thin and me him. I've had my share of relationships. My latest one, Clark did not approve of that much: Jonathan Caroll, a colleague of ours.
Jon was okay. Okay in the sense that we were compatible. What I liked. He liked. What I disliked. He disliked.
Not surprising, I became bored of our relationship and we broke up days before I went back to the Daily Planet.
I missed Clark. I needed those little fights and bickers that we shared. The ones where our blood boiled at the same time whether it was a small or big disagreement; and when we were through, we would stop and analyze what we were just bickering about. We would always end up eating ice cream together and engage in a light conversation until we forgot about what our argument was even about.
That was me and Clark once upon a time.
As I closed the door to my apartment, I heard my cell phone ring.
Aw… shit… Where was it?
Finally I found my precious phone, in the depths of my purse. Lane, when are you going to start organizing your things? I threw my bag on the couch and maneuvered my phone in between my shoulder and ear as I removed my three-inched high heels.
"Hey, you answered. I thought you couldn't speak to me right now because you were capital B-U-S-Y."
I chuckled at his remark. It was a relief hearing his voice again.
"How are Mia and Diggle?"
"Aw… I thought you were going to ask me how I was before them. That hurts."
I snorted at his joke. I searched for a retort so I could focus on something other than Smallville… the person, not the place. You know what I meant, right?
"How's Starling City doing?"
"Starling City? Really? Am I really at the bottom of your priority list? Mia and Diggle, they're both good. Starling City at the moment is too, I think. Seriously, Lois… How are you?"
"I don't know." I answered truthfully.
I heard the sigh on the other line, "You know what, Legs, I'll see you at your apartment in about thirty minutes."
My heart leapt for a moment, "Seriously? Oh right, of course, you have a private jet plane."
It was his turn to chuckle, "See you later."
"Thanks, Ollie. See ya."
-LL-