AU. Prompt from Brella's Independence Day ficathon: Supermartian "I've got you./You- you've got me? Who's got you?"
"I've got you."
"You- you've got me? Who's got you?"
Conner had never been more terrified in his whole life. His feet dangled as he saw the city sprawled out below him … forty stories below him. But the small arms gripping his chest under his arms were still keeping him from free falling. The highest he'd been off the ground before this was on the Kansas State Fair ferris wheel. His brother Clark promised him excitement when he got the job for the Planet, but Conner certainly wasn't expecting this.
It was only when his feet finally felt solid ground that he realized he had been taken to his own apartment balcony. He spun around to see a beautiful girl around his age. With green skin.
"Um … thanks," he managed as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose, "for the help, I mean." A red blush contrasted her natural green hue before she floated up and started to move away.
"Wait!" he snapped out of his stupor, "What's your name?"
His savior looked back and smiled wide. "You can call me Miss Martian. I'll see you around, Mr. Kent."