Prologue
Her eyes remained glued to the timer, her leg bouncing restlessly while he paced avoiding looking at her. Whatever he'd been expecting when she'd nabbed him downstairs and dragged him to the bathroom it had not been this. He clenched and unclenched his hands, rolled his shoulders, all in an attempt to release some of the tension. It wasn't working.
The ding of the timer caused him to jump and her to let out a highly uncharacteristic squeak. They looked at each other and then slowly she reached for the little plastic stick. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Breathing out she finally had the courage to look. His breath caught in his throat as he waited for her to say something. She didn't disappoint. She turned the stick around and he got a good long look at the results.
'I hate you, Smallville.'