10/01/08
The month of Halloween. -stares at calendar longingly-
Yep... so classes are running me down. I need to read all of Moby Dick in a week, seven chapter of Jack Kerouac's On the Road and some stuff from his journal for tomorrow, plus the same amount for Tuesday, plus stupid political blogs, plus a test of British Literary Periods tomorrow. -silently screams-
So I guess the point I'm trying to make is that I'm feeling completely uninspired. And when I'm inspired I rarely feel like writing. The reason this got done is because I wrote it in class instead of listening to my teacher rant political advertisments for three hours. So please be patient with updates and any comments for any of my stories would be greatly appreciated and loved, even more then usual; especially with Unexpected Changes, since I have been unable to write a paragraph of it since the last chapter was posted, and Missing Pieces.
Happy Hunting...
Chapter 2
It was a movement outside of himself that caused Brainy's mind to stir with consciousness long before his internal clock dictated that it was time to wake up. Keeping his eyes closed, he waited to see if the movement would happen again; but before it did, he came to realize that there was something warm in his hand.
He really was going to have to have a talk with Lightning Lad about putting his hand in warm water to see if he would wet himself.
After lifting his hand to shake it, Brainy realized that his fingers had instinctively curled inwards to hold onto the warm object instead of stretching out to let what he had thought was water drip away. And since his assumption of blame had been wrong, Brainy still didn't know what was in his hand.
Wearily opening his eyes, Brainy was immediately questioning whether he had really opened them or if he had only dreamt doing so. He blinked, pinched his cheek with his free hand and quickly did a complicated math problem but they all pointed to this being real.
In his hand was a small Clark; as long as the width of his hand, in a white shirt, red sweater vest and jeans, missing the glasses but with the famous Superman curl loose on its forehead. Its eyes were closed, little hands and arms resting on top of Brainy's fingers. It was breathing…
At this point Brainy may have said something – a curse or a general yell, but had already forgotten what it was, if anything, when he dropped the little Clark and simultaneously rolled off the bed away from it. Him?
His eyes staring forward at the other half of his room, Brainy heard a little yelp but not the sound of anything landing on the bed after he let go of his visitor. With hesitant curiosity he raised himself upwards until his gaze was above the edge of his mattress.
The little Clark, his blue eyes wide, was floating above the bed, arms shot out, legs kicking about for balance; dangling in the air almost like a spider. Looking up, his eyes met Brainy's and he immediately straightened up like a soldier, his face red. He drifted down to land on the bed, stretching out his arms again, now smiling.
"Ta da!"
Brainy stared for a moment, blinking rapidly, then went back to lying on the floor and pulled the fallen pillow over his head.
"Brainy?"
Ignore it. It will go away.
"Brainy?"
There was a tug on the pillow. The Coluan tightened his hold on it.
Suddenly he was being pulled violently upwards.
Letting go of the pillow, Brainy watched as the little Clark tossed it over his head and into the wall, and his little face flushed when it landed with a thud on the floor.
"Sorry…"
"This isn't happening," Brainy got to his feet, headed to his bathroom and quickly got into the shower. Scrubbing his face, he tried to remember if he had breathed in any toxic fumes, hit his head or if there was a possibility he had been drugged at any point in he evening.
"I'll scrub your back Brainy!"
Nearly falling over, Brainy swung around and saw that the little Clark had joined him in the shower and was holding a washcloth in front of his small naked body.
They were both naked…
"Get out!"
The little Clark was dressed and pouting, sitting on the returned pillow when Brainy came out of the bathroom.
Still here, Brainy absently noted. "Turn around, you."
Obeying the order, the little Clark turned and flopped onto his stomach with a little 'humph'.
After getting dressed, Brainy sat on the floor beside the bed again.
"What are you?"
Flipping onto his back, the little Clark sat up, holding onto his ankles.
"I'm not a what!"
"Fine; who are you?" Brainy reminded himself not to roll his eyes.
"I'm Clark," the tiny voice shouted, nearly loud enough to be the speaking voice of a normal sized person.
"You're a little small for that," Brainy probably would have rolled his eyes then if he hadn't been staring blankly down at the small figure to get his point across.
Even in its small scale, Brainy could see the down turning of the little Clark's lips.
"Aren't I what you wanted?"
Brainy blinked.
"What?"
The blue eyes suddenly seemed very big.
"I'm what you wished for, aren't I?"
