This is a little later then planned but I've been pretty bogged down lately. I've got about seven different projects I'm working on at the moment – check out "The Notebook" . I've just put it up and there are some Smallville-centric fics there. I'm dying to know what everybody thinks of the ideas there.
Once In A While...
Chapter Four: A Trophy Wife
Clark groaned as he came to. He was lying on something soft and warm... He smiled, burrowing his even deeper into it. It felt nice.
"Ow!" Something exclaimed, his soft pillow moving. "Kal-El, you're kind of smothering me." Clark shot up, shocked to hear his pillow start talking.
"Annette?" Annette laughed at the comical expression on his face, rubbing her flat stomach as if in pain.
"You were expecting somebody else?" She wrapped the sheet that had somehow slipped off back around her body and Clark blushed.
"No, I just forgot…" Annette nodded distantly, stretching. Clark sat mesmerized by the way her body moved and how it curved in just the right places….
"You want me to take care of that for you?" She motioned to the slight bulge in his pants and Clark blushed even more, moving to cover himself as fast as he could without giving himself away.
"I-I-" He stammered, in much too much shock to say anything else. "Stop staring at it!" Annette burst into giggles.
"Aw! You're so adorable!" She giggled again. "I'm pretty much your sexual property for the week and you're all freaked out because I might see your penis." Clark frowned at this.
You're not anybody's property. And – " He hesitated, breaking off. He had the strangest urge to just tell her the truth about everything – who he really was, what he really was - but wasn't too sure about it. "My name's actually Clark." It wasn't the complete truth, Clark reflected, but it would have to do for now.
"Clark." Annette nodded. "I like it." Clark smiled and Annette smiled back at him, the two making a silent connection for a few seconds. Then a look of shocked realization crossed Annette's face and she looked away.
"Is something wrong? Clark asked and Annette shook her head, seemingly enraptured with the bed sheets that pooled around her lithe frame. Figuring that if something was wrong, she'd tell him, he got up and walked over to the vanity; slowly starting to slip the kryptonite ring on.
"No, don't!" Annette shot over to him and Clark froze.
"What?" He asked, suspicions rising. Did she know what the ring really was? He silently watched as Annette struggled to answer his question.
"I-I-" She winced. "It won't go with the rest of your outfit?" Clark frowned at this.
"I haven't changed yet." Unable to think of anything else to say, Annette nodded miserably as he slipped it on. It seemed to change his entire demeanor, Annette noted. His eyes darkened and he seemed to stand up taller.
"Clark?" Annette asked worriedly and he turned to her.
"Get dressed." He pulled on a shirt. "I'll take you out to breakfast after I get back." Annette frowned, a little confused at the sudden change in the way he was talking to her – as if he had more confidence. What exactly did the ring do to him?
"After you come back from where?" Annette asked him and Clark opened his moth to reply but was cut off by the bedroom door being thrown open.
About four men carrying automatic weapons burst into the room and started shooting; Annette screamed.
"Get down!" Clark shouted, slamming her on the bed and covering her with his body. His increased weight on her small frame put together with the sudden shock caused her to start to lose consciousness.
'No…' Annette thought, trying to keep her eyes open. ' I have to cast some sort of spell…to protect Clark…I love…' Unable to breathe any longer, Annette passed out.
"Good work!" Clapping, a middle-aged man walked into the bedroom just as Clark knocked the four men unconscious. Clark narrowed his eyes at the intruder.
"Who are you?" The man laughed and Clark's anger grew as he thought about how this man had endangered Annette.
"Morgan Edge." He held out a business card and Clark took it, examining the formal looking card. "I caught you your little show at the ATM on tape last night. Nice punch." Clark frowned, a bit disconcerted at this information.
"I was wearing a mask." Edge shrugged. "You pulled it off before you were out of camera range." Clark rolled his eyes. So what if they'd caught him on tape? It didn't matter. He was stronger then anyone in the world, he could even annihilate them all if he wanted.
'Except Annette,' He thought unconsciously. 'I want to keep her forever…'
"I could just kill you." Clark said coldly, crossing back to where Annette's unconscious body lay.
"Your girlfriend?" Edge asked, pretending to not have heard Clark's remark as he watched Clark smooth out Annette's honey gold locks.
"None of your business." Clark said coldly and Morgan Edge nodded.
"You're right. Anyways, I have quite a lot of influence in Metropolis and a bright young man like you needs direction." Clark rolled his eyes.
"Do you have a point or are you just going to go on and on?" Edge's eyes flashed in anger at being interrupted and he cleared his throat, looking annoyed.
"We could do great things together." He looked to Clark for a name. ((We could do great things together…our friendship, Clark, it's going to be the stuff of legends))
"Kal-EL. And no, I don't think so." Clark shrugged, starting to button up his still open shirt. "I work better alone." Edge smirked, glancing around the penthouse.
"Are you sure? Because petty robberies are only going to get you so far…" Clark hesitated, how long could he convince Annette to stay for only five grand a week – especially when he expected her to do absolutely nothing except sit around and paint her nails all day?
He'd eventually have to bring in hard cash in order to convince her to stay with him as long as he wanted. For some reason, ever since he'd spotted her at the club last night, he couldn't see her on anyone else's arm except his. He wanted her. He wanted to have her, not as a bought possession, but more.
As what, he wasn't exactly sure yet.
"What would you want me to do?" Edge smiled at him like a politician who'd just won a major election.
"Nine tonight, I need you to break into a steel safe for me." Clark's eyebrows rose at this.
"Steel?" Edge shrugged.
"You punched into that ATM machine with no problem at all, didn't you?" It wasn't a question and Clark remained silent as the other man went on. "Floor Eighteen. It'll be locked but I know you can get in. There's a safe behind the book case, I want whatever's in it." Clark smirked at this.
"Must be pretty big if you're willing to trust somebody who can snap you in two before you even have time to blink." Clark drawled and the man chucked.
"Must be pretty big if you're willing to trust somebody who can snap you in two before you even blink." Clark drawled and the man chuckled, not looking at all put out by Clark's remark.
"Something akin to that." He turned to go but then stopped. "Her name, you didn't say –"
"Annette." Clark answered curtly and Edge nodded, turning to go again.
"I'm sure she'll make a wonderful trophy wife one day." With his parting words he walked out, leaving Clark to ponder his words.
This was originally way longer but I cut the original chapter into two parts so that I could get this out quicker (I'm a horrible typist). So, nest chapter, Annette and Clark will go gallivanting to Smallville, Annette will run into two people looking for their son, Lex will be rescued and the ise cream sundae will finally be eaten. Sorry for the delay.
Oh yeah, if anyone here reads HarryPotter fics, could you check out my new story The Interior? Go to h tt p/ w w w .f a n f I c t i o n. n e t / s/2 651 90 2/1 / (retype link). No one's read it yet…
Review Responses:
Anon id # 2035473409: "think you've got your numbers massively off. IF she was making 36000 dollars a MONTH she wouldn't be living on the street... she'd be living in a mansion." Typo, that was supposed to be about 3600ish a month "3600 a month would still be VERY good money." I know, I've developed a back story for this in case it comes up again so, thanks for pointing that out.
elbowface: "i like the annette sweet coddling of clark, after he takes off the ring. the whole scene naked annette has just the right mix of sweet and naughty." Wasn't it the cutest? I was like, how would Clark react to that at this point in his life? They couldn't exactly have sex so I made them cuddle. "i'm a little curious why she wouldn't have used her magic to defend herself earlier--in the previous chapter, you mentioned that a john roughed her up pretty badly at some point--did i miss something?" No, she quit cold turkey. I guess I didn't really explain that though in the last chapter "She'd sworn off magic for good, but for some reason she'd felt the need to break her oath just to put Kal-EL to sleep…". In the 2nd chapter, she did consider twitching her nose, if you remember, but decided against it. She's basically trying to be a normal human – like the show.
Max: "Great chapter," That's sweet. "can't wait to see where this is going." Nothing really happened in this chapter but they're going to Smallville next chapter so… "BTW, your bf is a jerk for blowing you off - don't let him treat you like that." He's hot though…I'm sorry, I'm kinda vain. LOLZ. Thinking of breaking up with him though.
south manger 2004: "Clark had sex with hardly know." Er, you mean did Clark have sex w/ someone he hardly knows? No, he didn't. He went to sleep… I think you need to do grammer check or something. I really don't understand that.
Scary-Girly: Sounds like a good movie. A movie I'm really dying to watch is RENT. It seems so cool! Hope you liked this chapter.
Celtic Cross:
"I was SO not expecting her to be a witch!" I was going for the big shock! "When and howis Clark going to find out?" That remains to be seen… "Thanks for giving me that web address" I barely have time to watch either so it was my pleasure. I hope you liked the site, it's pretty cool. They have other transcripts too. "I do think you could make the chapters a little longer though." This was longer but then I had to cut it short, the problem is I'm a terribly slow typist with tons of homework and nearly no free time. Sorry, luvz SS4EVA
Harish: "Clark gets lost and an entire choclate sundae is consumed" Yeah, that was originally part of this chapter but then I decided to cut it into the next chapter. I'm so terribly sorry! "i totally love the shout out to bewitched" Thanx. I watched like 15 mins of the movie and I didn't think it was that good and I was on chapter 2 of this at the time and I was like, what if I did that? Of course, this will not have any plot links to Bewitched or anything except ONE thing. You'll find out what it is in chapter six. "annette is a refreshing oc" Thank you, I try really hard.