Title: Laws of the Universe
Fandom: Smallville
Summary: "There is absolutely no way this is real… It's a law of the universe in this instant. Lois Lane can't not notice Clark Kent. " (Lois's POV in that fateful scene of Bride.)
Spoilers: 8x10 "Bride"
Rating: G
Pairings/Characters: Clark/Lois (who else?!?!)
Length: 500 words
Genre: angst, romance
A/N: So. Yeah. I know I need to start writing real fic and not so much of "Oh, this is what was going through their heads, me thinks." Oh, well. I lovey the Clois too much not to write something Bride-inspired. I just can't believe it took so long. (I blame NaNoWriMo. It has fried my brain cells, as it tends to do.
Laws of the Universe
There is absolutely no way this is real.
I mean, who am I kidding? Clark Kent. Farm boy. Smallville.
What in the world can possibly be going through my mind right now? This is insane. I've completely flipped my lid, blown a fuse, escaped the loony bin.
But whether or not I've flipped my lid, it's impossible to deny it anymore. It's impossible not to notice the way my heart burns in my chest when he's near and my pulse quickens and my mind races. It's impossible to ignore the thoughts that have started running across my mind when he's near – and believe me, I've tried.
And standing here, this close, it's doubly impossible not to notice.
It's a law of the universe. Lois Lane can't not notice Clark Kent.
I can't trust my voice to form the words, but I'm enraptured. I can't look away from his face.
My hand, not by my thought but by its own power, is drawn to his chest.
And he doesn't flinch away.
He's watching, but he's not moving away.
Some part of my mind – or, more accurately, my pounding, burning heart that seems like it's going to bust out of my chest any second now – is screaming in triumph. Some other part of me is probably slightly more logical and is warning that he's only surprised and curious.
And I hesitate. For that tiny fraction of a second, the logic wins out and I hesitate.
But then, uncontrollably, I'm moving forward again.
And he's moving too.
There's no way that my heart isn't beating away my rib cage and everything else in its way to leap out of my chest. I know there has to be a hole being torn in the flesh over my heart.
But I don't care. I can't care.
It's all gravity at this point and there's not a force in the universe that can stop it.
Except Chloe's voice. At that sound, gravity pauses and we both turn our heads to look.
And it's what I see there, coming from the shroud of that dark corner, that stops my thundering heart in my chest. There stands the one thing that can stop gravity, cripple Clark Kent, and ruin everything that had been building towards happiness.
Lana Lang.
And Clark Kent does what Clark Kent does when Lana Lang is around. He turns to her.
He turns to her and turns his back on me. Gravity hasn't just frozen for a second in time. It's been annihilated.
The heart that had minutes before been pounding, raging, thundering in my chest dies. In that one second, it goes still and ceases to exist. It has winked, unnoticed, out of existence.
There is absolutely no way this is real.
And yet, I know as I walk away with my dead heart sagging in my chest, it has to be. It's a law of the universe.