This story is a lot of firsts: this is my first one-shot, the first story I've written in a while. And my first smallville. So... here goes nothing. Tell me what you think.

this story was inspired by Taylor Swift's A Place in this World and the last scene of Stiletto.


Lois Lane- A Place in this World

I hung up the pay phone that I was talking on and began to walk away. Is it sad that I can only admit how lost I am to a superhero I have never seen before? I don't know. In some strange way I feel a connection with him that I don't with anyone else. What's that saying, misery loves company? Well, I guess that's where I'm at. I have no idea if that's where he's at, but there's something to be said about a man that hides in the shadows and rescues people in their time of need and doesn't stick around to be thanked. Well, I guess misery's not the right word for it. It's loneliness. The loneliness he must feel.

I guess I'm drawn to him because we're similar. Whatever he is he's lost too. Lost in this world because there's no one like him. He's surrounded by humanity and alone at the same time. I guess that's how I feel too, even though I'm surrounded by lots of people every day, I still feel alone. Lost. And the only way I know how to get rid of that lost feeling is to throw myself into my work. I wonder if he does that too. I wonder if he itches for someone to be in need of his help, not because he wants to play the hero and rescue them, but because he would drown in the empty abyss of his world if he couldn't help anyone in need.

I guess it all comes down to finding a place in this world. I don't think I've fully found mine. And I have a feeling he hasn't found his, because if he did he wouldn't hide in the shadows. Maybe this relationship will help both of us find where we want to be and who we want to be.