Sparks Fly

A DC fanfiction by Andrew Joshua Talon

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Livewire Training Stream Number 3

Leslie is at STAR Labs. She waves at the camera happily.

"Hi Wireheads! Today we have a very special scientific demonstration today!"

She turned to smile at Professor Hamilton, who is standing alongside with his usual fondly exasperated expression.

"So Doc, what are we gonna do today?" Leslie asked happily.

Hamilton adjusted his glasses with a smile.

"Well, I read an interesting paper on electrohydrodynamic-based propulsion, and... I heard about your desire to fly."

Leslie flushed a bit, and shrugged with a cool expression.

"Well... It would just be cool, right? Superman flies! Why shouldn't I?"

Hamilton nodded and chuckled knowingly.

"Indeed! The biggest problem with ion-propelled flight is the power to weight ratio necessary. I think you can pull it off! Indeed, all you need to do is focus your power through your legs to your feet to move the air around you."

Leslie clapped her hands with a grin.

"Really? Okay! Now that sounds cool!"

There is a cut to Leslie covered in sensors and testing gizmos. The STAR Labs team has set up sensors all around the testing area. Poor Timmy is standing behind the transparent protection shields. Hamilton is typing on his computer. He looked at Leslie, and gave her a thumbs up.

"All right, Leslie! Go ahead!"

She focuses, her feet crackling with electricity. Her eyes lit up, as she bent her knees.

"Okay... I think I'm at... I dunno... Ten percent? This feels like ten percent," Leslie said.

"Ten percent sounds good for a start," Hamilton said, "I believe that will be more than enough for propulsive force."

"Great!" Leslie winked at the camera. "Doctor Hamilton had to measure my legs for that~! But you're not going to get to see that~. Too bad! I ain't no OnlyFans girl!"

"Leslie, please," Hamilton coughed. Leslie waved him off with a small laugh.

"I'm just kidding! All right, let's see… Three! Two! One! And-!"

She surges her power... And rockets up into the ceiling, denting it. She falls down, slamming into the floor and denting it facefirst. The STAR Lab scientists all stared in shock and worry as Leslie lay silent on the floor. She very slowly, weakly, held up her hand.

"... I'm okay!" She moaned.

Later that night, Clark was helping Leslie sit on the couch in their apartment. She was covered in bandages, and was wincing quite badly.

"How many times did you try to fly?" Clark asked, sounding exasperated.

"I dunno," Leslie muttered, "I lost count after… Twenty… Something…?"

Lois, working on her laptop at the kitchen table, shot a deadpan look over at the couple.

"I thought you were as tough as Superman?" Lois asked.

"Oh, so you did watch my last stream?" Leslie said brightly, though she winced through the bandages, "and yeah, I can be… If I focus my power on it. If I focus on flying though…"

"Maybe you should try learning how to fly outdoors?" Clark suggested, gently pushing Leslie back onto the couch.

"Owww... Probably," Leslie muttered, "but Professor Hamilton was so eager to test things out… And, well…"

She blushed shyly. Clark raised an eyebrow.

"Why are you putting so much effort into this? You can travel through cables..."

"That was my question," Lois stated dryly.

"Well… You know… I want to… To take Clark flying," she mumbled, looking down at the floor. Clark smiled fondly at her, and brushed her hair from her forehead.

"You're adorable," Clark chuckled.

"Shut up," Leslie whined.

"Ugh, that's so disgustingly wholesome," Lois muttered.

"This from little Miss Flies with Superman," Leslie teased. Lois scowled down into her computer.

"Shut up! That's not the same thing!" She hissed.

"Definitely not," Leslie giggled, "since we're actually dating and you are-"

"SHUT UP!"

OMAKE

Lois: "I honestly can't understand some of these questions you get."

Leslie: "Why are you looking through my fan mail?"

Lois: "You don't lock your laptop. But more importantly, some of these are nuts: 'Superman lives in the fortress of solitude at the North Pole. Does this mean he is neighbors with Santa Claus?'"

Leslie: "Hmmm..."

Leslie imagines things...

Santa: "Get off my lawn!"

Mrs. Claus: "Hello, I brought some... cookies~" Looks lustfully over at Superman

Leslie: "No! Mine! Begone, you horny old hag!"

Mrs. Claus: "Well I never!"

Santa: "Hello Clark!"

Clark: "Ah, you remember me?"

Santa: "Well, of course, I remember you Clark. You're still on the nice list. Leslie on the other hand is on the very very naughty list."

Leslie: "Hey!"

Santa: "Not bad naughty. Just 'naughty'." eyebrow waggle

Leslie: "Well... I can't argue with that one."

In the real world...

Lois: "You're staring off into space. You're imagining something weird, aren't you?"

Leslie, deep in thought: "… I could totally kick Mrs. Claus' ass."

Lois: "I don't even know if I want to ask."