"It's so unfair," Lana complained, grumpily serving a piece of pie. "Everybody's gone on vacation but me. Chloe and Gabe are visiting relatives. Pete's whole family is in Chicago. But I have to stay here and work!"
"So do I," Clark commented diffidently. "In fact, I better get back before Dad does something stupid without me and has another heart-attack." He inhaled his pie, left some money and took off.
"Sure," Lana muttered. "Everyone abandons me."
Suddenly, a huge rock from the sky crashed into the Talon. Clark immediately sped back, but it was too late for poor Lana.
Darn.
(And this is the other one, not a Darn Drabble, that I wrote that week -- it was March of 2004.)
In Smallville, Spring Break didn't mean beaches. It meant orchards busting into bloom, sweet warm air, and farmers spending every hour God sent working the fields.
Unfortunately, that meant Lex couldn't turn to Clark with this problem. Lex felt strongly averse to asking anybody else's assistance, but he dreaded dealing with it alone even more.
He couldn't just let this go on, though.
"I know we've had our differences. I hope you're willing to let bygones be bygones." At the other's noncommittal nod, Lex swallowed and went on. "Lewis, please pick the baby up? Dad hates it when Julian cries."
(When hallucinations collide... eg)