The Godsister
Chapter III
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Kit flopped back on her new – old? – bed in the room across the hall from Clark's.
That night had gone well.
Chloe and Pete arrived 'fashionably' late after Kit had received numerous hugs and kisses, and she had finally been able to meet the fabled Lana Lang.
Everyone had laughed and joked and got along rather well. Dinner had been great and Jonathan and Martha were downstairs, cleaning up after refusing to let either her or Clark help out.
Kit's room at the moment was stifling.
She sat up and looked out longingly the window at the crystal dotted sky.
Then her eyes came to rest on the barn – which at the moment, was faintly lit.
She considered this for a moment. Her room, she noticed, led straight to the roof. Which happened to have a trellis handy.
She thought for a while.
Her room *was* awfully stifling.
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In a moment, her window was open and she was feeling below her for the next rung of the trellis with her barefeet, praying against splinters.
The next instant, she was running across the lawn to the barn. Another two seconds passed and shw was watching Clark's solid form bent over an ole, well-kept telescope.
"In the old days, gentlemen had to straighten in the presence of a lady."
Clark started at her voice and turned to face her.
"Kit." His voice sounded shocked, but she couldn't see his face.
"Sorry to bother you." She added as she moved toward the opening he'd been looking through.
"No, it's – you're – not a bother. It's nice to have company every now and then."
"Just not too often." She said with a laugh.
For a while, the two sat in silence.
"Couldn't sleep?" Clark finally asked.
"Nope."
Silence.
"Clark?"
"Hm?"
"I'm glad I'm back."
"Me too."
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Clark winced as he looked up the trellis. "You came down *that*?" The disbelief in his voice was plain.
"Well, it's not like everyone can do things the 'Clark Kent Way'." She retorted.
He grinned. "You mean you've forgotten how to climb a tree?"
She stared uncomprehendingly at him for a moment before Clark grabbed her hand and tugged her to the other side of the house.
Sure enough, a large tree stood close to the house, reaching up past the roof of the Kent home; luckily, one of those branches led straight to Clark's window.
Kit ignored his cupped hands, ready to boost her up. Instead, she took a running leap to graso the second branch before swinging herself up to smile triumphantly at her godbrother... who was amazingly already on the roof.
"Cheat." She muttered as he tugged her though his open window.
Clark only grinned in response before lowering the window partway. When he turned, Kit was already asleep. He smiled slightly as he stared down at her peaceful face. Then, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to cradle her head, he too fell asleep.
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Hey, this is my third chapter up, whaddya think? I think we don't have enough Smallville readers; I mean, look at Harry Potter; one good story alone could rack up over a hundred reviews in a couple of months, and they have, like, over 300,000 stories (I, of course, happen to be one of them, but that's beside the point.)
The point is, Smallville fanfics *are* fun, but they're even better when you know someone else is appreciating your work. So... REVIEW, PLEASE!!!!
Cya in chapter 4!
Chapter III
______________________________
Kit flopped back on her new – old? – bed in the room across the hall from Clark's.
That night had gone well.
Chloe and Pete arrived 'fashionably' late after Kit had received numerous hugs and kisses, and she had finally been able to meet the fabled Lana Lang.
Everyone had laughed and joked and got along rather well. Dinner had been great and Jonathan and Martha were downstairs, cleaning up after refusing to let either her or Clark help out.
Kit's room at the moment was stifling.
She sat up and looked out longingly the window at the crystal dotted sky.
Then her eyes came to rest on the barn – which at the moment, was faintly lit.
She considered this for a moment. Her room, she noticed, led straight to the roof. Which happened to have a trellis handy.
She thought for a while.
Her room *was* awfully stifling.
___________________________________________
In a moment, her window was open and she was feeling below her for the next rung of the trellis with her barefeet, praying against splinters.
The next instant, she was running across the lawn to the barn. Another two seconds passed and shw was watching Clark's solid form bent over an ole, well-kept telescope.
"In the old days, gentlemen had to straighten in the presence of a lady."
Clark started at her voice and turned to face her.
"Kit." His voice sounded shocked, but she couldn't see his face.
"Sorry to bother you." She added as she moved toward the opening he'd been looking through.
"No, it's – you're – not a bother. It's nice to have company every now and then."
"Just not too often." She said with a laugh.
For a while, the two sat in silence.
"Couldn't sleep?" Clark finally asked.
"Nope."
Silence.
"Clark?"
"Hm?"
"I'm glad I'm back."
"Me too."
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Clark winced as he looked up the trellis. "You came down *that*?" The disbelief in his voice was plain.
"Well, it's not like everyone can do things the 'Clark Kent Way'." She retorted.
He grinned. "You mean you've forgotten how to climb a tree?"
She stared uncomprehendingly at him for a moment before Clark grabbed her hand and tugged her to the other side of the house.
Sure enough, a large tree stood close to the house, reaching up past the roof of the Kent home; luckily, one of those branches led straight to Clark's window.
Kit ignored his cupped hands, ready to boost her up. Instead, she took a running leap to graso the second branch before swinging herself up to smile triumphantly at her godbrother... who was amazingly already on the roof.
"Cheat." She muttered as he tugged her though his open window.
Clark only grinned in response before lowering the window partway. When he turned, Kit was already asleep. He smiled slightly as he stared down at her peaceful face. Then, wrapping an arm around her shoulders to cradle her head, he too fell asleep.
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Hey, this is my third chapter up, whaddya think? I think we don't have enough Smallville readers; I mean, look at Harry Potter; one good story alone could rack up over a hundred reviews in a couple of months, and they have, like, over 300,000 stories (I, of course, happen to be one of them, but that's beside the point.)
The point is, Smallville fanfics *are* fun, but they're even better when you know someone else is appreciating your work. So... REVIEW, PLEASE!!!!
Cya in chapter 4!