Hi. This is my latest venture, sorry if the description sounded lame. I have the story planned out, just need to get the words down. So I apologise in advance if it goes without updates for a while.
Obviously I don't own Smallville or any of the characters. If I did, it'd be returning for a new season.
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since she had finally admitted the truth to herself. A truth which she had known for a long time but tried to valiantly ignore. She'd fallen for him. Hard. And now she found herself stuck in an excruciating limbo.
She could never tell him how she felt, because the idiot was stuck in Lana-land. He would never be able to look at anybody else, let alone her. Because she was as far from the prissy pink princess that you could get. But she was proud of who she was. She would never stray from her true self, just for the sake of a man. She couldn't do it even if she wanted to.
She also couldn't walk away from him. He was too entwined in her life. They saw each other almost every day. They worked together, and a damn good team they were. You hardly saw one without the other, even when they weren't working at the Daily Planet. In fact, she could count on one hand the number of days she hadn't been with him in the last couple of months. But most of all, she couldn't walk away from him because he was her best friend.
So here she was, stuck in this limbo. Not able to take a step forward or backwards. She blamed her treacherous heart for getting her into this position. Of course she blamed him too. How dare he make her fall in love with him when he was so "emotionally unavailable"! And as usual, the farm boy was non the wiser about what he'd done to her. He was the only person who could save her from this harsh middle land. And she thought she might as well get used to it because hell will freeze over the day he comes running, expressing his undying love for her.
Three weeks.
It had been three weeks since he'd noticed something was different. That she had been different. To the casual observer, Lois Lane was her usual self. But he knew better. Something was wrong. He could tell. By the way her genuine wide smiles, that lit up wherever she was, had been replaced with painfully forced smiles. By the way his coffee remained untouched by her. By the way she no longer touched him.
Yes there was definitely something wrong with her. And it was tearing him up inside to know that the woman he loved was in pain, and hadn't been able to talk to him about it. Yes, the woman he loved. He'd known it for a long time. All he wanted to do was take her up into his arms and protect her from whatever was causing her heartache. But he knew Lois was not that type of woman. She was no damsel in distress. She was nothing like Lana. And that made him love her even more.
So many times he's wanted to tell her how he feels about her. But every time he managed to approach the subject, he bottled it at the last second. This was Lois Lane for crying out loud. There's no way she'd feel the same for him, and once he'd crossed that line they could never have the same friendship again. He didn't want to lose that, he couldn't. It meant too much to just throw away.