Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or You've Got Mail.
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed, I really appreciate it! And I would like to say thanks to butterflyfun who has helped me write this story. I wouldn't have been able to write it without your help. Thanks!
Chapter 3: The Fashion Assassin
"Kristen! We have to leave in an half an hour!" Audrey told her as she busily walked by her office.
"Ok. I'll get ready…" she said faltering off as she saw a new e-mail from IL59 on her computer. It was titled 'Computers'. Kristen anxiously clicked on it. It read:
Don't computers just bother you all the time? I like tem and all, but I mean come on, they can be so frustrating! I have found that computers can be just like women. No offense. But both are so alike. Here are my reasons why: 1-No one but their own and creator can understand their eternal logic; 2- Their native language they use to communicate is impossible to understand for everyone else; 3- Even the smallest mistakes are stored in long term memory for possible later retrieval; 4- As soon as you make a commitment to one you find yourself spending half your paycheck on accessories for it. I'm serious; these apply to both computers and females. Once again, no offense, but my computer is so annoying, it often reminds me of my ex-girlfriend. It's kind of scary. How do you feel about computers?
Kristen chuckled at his comments. She clicked the reply button and started typing her funny response.
Tom's Office
Tom sat at his desk, typing up an article when he heard a ping and 3 elating words chime out. You've Got Mail. He hurriedly shut down his article and opened up the e-mail titled 'Computers'. It read:
As funny and partially correct your e-mail is I have to disagree. I think it is the exact opposite. No offense, but I think that computers and men are alike in many ways. Here are my reasons- 1- In order to do anything with them you have to turn them on; 2- They have a lot of data but still can't think for themselves; 3- They're supposed to help solve problems, but half the time they ARE the problem; 4- As soon as you commit to one you realize that you could have gotten a better model. I'm sorry, but I have to say men are almost exactly like computers. Well, at least most men are, but I have a feeling you're different. So, have I won this battle or did you?
Tom started typing the short response, as he had to leave to go to the fashion show.
Kristen's Office
As Kristen was gathering her things to leave she saw that she had another e-mail. She opened the short response from IL59. It read:
You win.
She laughed silently, turned off her laptop, and walked to her car with a smile on her face.
The Fashion Show
Tom sat down in a chair and picked up his pad of paper and pen. He was calm and relaxed, though a little agitated that he had to be there in the first place. But he smiled as he remembered the e-mail he had received from smallgirl. She was the only person that made him happy. Sure he liked his girlfriend, Paige, but he had better communication with smallgirl and there was something there that he couldn't describe. He sat there thinking to himself, while chaos ensued backstage.
Kristen was running around making sure this model had this skirt and this model had this sweater. As soon as everyone was dressed and walking down the runway she sat down and put her hands in her head in her hands. She was exhausted and a little frustrated. But her frown turned into a smile when she thought of the mysterious IL59. Oh, how she adored him. She liked Scott, but Il59 was different. Kind, warm, funny, not at all like the over-protective Scott. There was something so real and convincing about him.
She was deep in thought when Audrey walked by and said, "Hey, did you not realize the show was over? It was great."
"Really? Thanks." Kristen said. She had watched the show, but didn't really pay attention. Kristen got up and walked over helping everyone put their things away and move out for the next fashion agency.
Tom stood up and walked outside. Well, that was a waste of my time, he thought. He caught a cab and pulled out his pen and started writing.
15 minutes later the taxi stopped, Tom finished his article and paid the driver. He folded his paper and put his pen in his pocket as he walked through the front doors.
"Welling! Paper!" Lois yelled, snapping her fingers in the air. Tom handed it to her. She glanced over it and then snapped for a teenage intern to take it to the printing room.
"Thanks Welling. You saved my butt again. Speaking of that, would you mind staying and closing for me?" she asked.
"Why?' he asked gruffly.
"I have to meet with my friend Kristen. Please, this is really important and it'll only be, like, an hour tops."
"No, I want to go home. I need to feed Pete too."
"Oh, please, your prissy girlfriend can do it. Come on."
"Fine." He grumbled.
"Great! Thanks. That was a nice article by the way."
"You didn't even read it."
"Just glancing couldn't hurt anyone. I trust you." She said turning into her office. But Lois was wrong. It could hurt someone.
A/N: Clark's ex-girlfriend that he talked about in his e-mail isn't Lana, it was someone else. Now R&R please!