Author: Lala Pairing: Clark/Lois Rating: PG, for weirdness and thongs Summary: Who says Clois didn't interact during Sacred?
Spoilers: Recruit, Krypto, slightly for Sacred.
Author's notes: I don't know where this came from, but I missed Lois and was bored. Sorry for possible OOCness.
Disclaimer: Don't I wish Clark were mine. Oh yeees, I do. But yes, he's not. Neither is Lois. Or the dog. Lois's thong is though!
Lois booted up her laptop, fully intending to write an email to Chloe, telling her in great detail, how much she hated taxi cabs.
Instead, she found herself writing to Clark.
Smallville,
How's life in the cream corn capital of the world? It's incredibly noisy here, and I'm actually able to breathe. It feels weird to be able to smell again. Keep Clarkie out of my room.
Enjoy the privacy in the bathroom while I'm gone,
Lois
She read over her message, surprised. Shrugging she sent it, wrote to Chloe, all be it a much calmer letter than she'd originally planned.
Were there any decent guys left? Lois stormed into her hotel room and threw her purse on the bed. She'd just been getting a cup of coffee – a terrible one at that – and some guy had the audacity to…
She grabbed her laptop, fully intending to write to Chloe and order her to do an expose of some kind.
She clicked her inbox out of habit and stopped. Clark had responded to her email.
Lois,
Krypto and I are having a wonderful time. Boy, does it feel good to sleep in my bed again… Krypto seemed to like it, too.
I was so shocked to walk into the bathroom yesterday and have hot water come out of the shower I nearly slipped and passed out. The house is certainly different without you.
Hope you're enjoying your trip… where are you again? I pity the people, wherever it is.
Clark.
In spite of herself, Lois was smiling. Somehow Clark had the ability to make her feel lighter; more carefree.
Farmboy,
Very funny. You know exactly where I am. Those sheets had better be clean by the time I get home! Sneeze at Clarkie for me; he'll know what it means.
Clark's next email seemed strangely subdued. He didn't respond to her jokes in his usual manner. He simply wished her a safe trip and that was about it.
Smallville,
Not missing me already, are you? No, wait, let me guess. Mooning over Mrs. Ex Football coach again? Give it a rest, Clark. She's wrapped around Jason's finger tighter than a piece of string.
Speaking of football, Chloe told me you gave it up. I will never understand you, Clark Kent.
Hang in there, and enjoy the room.
Lois
Lois,
You don't understand me? I'll take that as a compliment. You are certainly the most unexpected thing to ever happen to my life.
Oh, by the way. I hope you didn't like that navy skirt too much; I found Krypto sleeping in it last night. And your red pumps… not so pumpish anymore.
I'll make sure to leave the rest of your valuables in good doggie range,
Clark
Smallville,
If you value any part of your life, you'll keep my things in safe condition. And that includes those drawings of Lana you have in your nightstand drawer. Yes, those drawings. Never quite saw her so… ample before.
Smallville,
It's been a few days. Has Chloe dragged you into some new meteor… thing again? Write back and assure me my clothes are safe.
Oh, by the way. I think I might have left something… personal in your closet. Hope that didn't alarm you too much; I'm sure it's the first time you've ever seen one, after all.
Lois,
Your thong is safe. I tried to give it to Shelbs, but he ran in fright. No wonder you have no love life!
Clark
Clark smiled as he sent his email. Somehow, Lois had the ability to make him feel better. Even if it were just for a few moments, she was certainly a welcome distraction. Smiling to himself, he went to see if there really was a thong in his closet.