They all look up (there eyes that see something shiny and sparkling rushing to save the day, sending cheers to there super-hero) to send him on his way, peter, peter!
But all I see is a show off strutting through the sky shooting that little crooked smile my way (that once made my knees turn to jelly and my finger tips come alive with blue) 'enjoy the show Elle, watch me fly away and never come back, watch me save everyone but you.'
As he flies up and away little smile falling back in when he sees the tears that come a little easily, like on a child they roll down my cheeks until they cover every little part of me, fly away superman, go up, up and away don't you dare stay and watch me cry because then I'll just have to make you pay.
It was just matter of time before my superman grew back his hair and saw his error and go flying home like the good little super-hero he always was, the villain he pretended to be for a week, month, year was a sorry excuse for one and would have been laughed out of the board meetings and conventions.
'I won't miss him, not one single bit. Liar.'
No super-hero big old grin of his own flew into my dull life for months and months until one day he came blazing in like a fire that wanted to burn forever and in that moment I knew I wanted to put my hands into the burning flame that was Clark Kent and those oh-so delicious eyes of his.
"I'm Elle Bishop, call me electric-girl and you get charred to a nice crisp, do you have a name super-boy?"
"Oh yes gorgeous, it's Clark, Clack Kent but you can just call me lover."
It was so unfair not only was he one hell of a badass he got off Scott-free when ever he slipped off that little red ring of his but also my blue lightning fingers had no effect on him, so no charred Clark Kent today.
"Sorry no can do I already call Mr. Monroe that and I don't like repeating myself, Super-boy. Hey I have an idea why don't you just fly back to where you came from; this here gorgeous-girl here doesn't want any more lovers."
It seemed that my words (so full of hate and spunk) weren't about to squash this farm-boys attempt at sweep me off my Gucci heeled feet and by sweep I mean he picked me up and flew me to small-freaking-ville.
"Well, well boy, you never seem to give up now do you? But if you flew me somewhere I was hoping it would Paris or the moon, not Kansas and all its golden wheat fields."
"Oh but Miss Bishop we're here for a very important thing, me and my little red ring just love showing off (no duh) so we have to stop over at Lex Luther's mansion and do just that, then it's off to the moon."
"Fine, but in no way does this mean I'm your girlfriend. Well, at lest it's at a mansion and not a barn, go boy this better not take all day."
It seemed that Mr. Kal-El as he called him self (grinding his teeth at the name Clark Kent) was still a little weary of his big secret (as if flying is such a big secret) so instead of speeding into the Luther Mansion (where Lex Luther was sucking face with some bimbo, damn rich guys know how to choose them) he came walking in a jump in his step with little old me on his out stretched arm.
"Lex old buddy looks like you found yourself a girl, good for you, this is Elle Bishop, I though you might want to meet her."
All I wanted to do was detach myself from Mr. Badass, rub Lex Luther's head, get three wishes and run home to my Adam and all of his master plans but by the look on Lexy's face it seemed I wasn't going anywhere soon.
The relationship between the two big boys (and the gobs of sexual tension) was easier to read then Peter's face; it seemed that Clarky-boy was the good salt of the earth kind of boy (without the red glowing rock that brought out the bad in our good little boy) with all the smart good girls falling over him and Lexy here was the rich-boy with a hint of bad in those blue eyes of his and the only girls he can snag are bimbos and one night stands.
It was quite clear that Clark Kent (oops I mean Kal-El) had the good life, loving parents, prefect little girlfriend and the added super-bonus, and rich-boy here wanted it bad, he wanted everything from the parents to the girlfriend and that was me right now.
"Listen closely Kal-El whatever the hell your name is, this little deal of ours is off if Luther over there tries anything. Trust me I'm not afraid of charring rich-boy and his little bimbo over there, got it?"
"What ever you say, Miss Bishop, now, now put on your childish face and go shake Lex's hand."
Mr. Luther watched as I came closer (heels clicking on the marble floor saying 'I'd rather be walking on the moon') look of interest spreading on his shocked old face, his restless hands pushed away little miss bimbo and welcomed me with a warm and wanting smile.
"Nice to meet you Mr. Luther, Clarky-boy here has told me a lot about you, as he says it your his best, best friend."
"Well I'm sure he would say that, so where did the two of you meet-"
Just about the time Lex Luther was going attack me with his lips and yell 'she's my mine now Clarky-boy, mhahahahmhahaha!' in came the one I called lover a face full of anger and green with envy.
"Sorry Clark whoever you are deals off, you see I have a hard time sharing my girlfriend with a little punk like you, got that? And you Mr. Fancy-pants keep your eyes and hands to yourself. Come along, love, I don't want to carry you out but I will."
"Oh I'm coming as long as you promise to take me to Paris if not you'll have more then one limb to grow back, ok honey-bear?"
I tilted my head to the side my childish grin in place, making sure that I got what I wanted because of course I always got what I wanted.
"Fine, get in the car and this time stay there."