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Title: Well
Author: daxam77
Pairing: Lois/Clark
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Short summary: Clark and Lois find themselves trapped in a well. Takes place after Requiem and obviously a few weeks after Clark figures out that flying thing.
Disclaimers: DC owns almost every character I care about, well, except one (Zorro). We should all remember the debt we owe to Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster because they began it all. But this take on Clark/Lois is all Welling/Durance.
Author’s note: This is a little one-shot* idea that struck me tonight and had to make it to a page. It’s my first actual completed Smallville story, if you can even call it that. It’s more like just a scene really. But I had to get myself started in the world of Smallville fiction to see if anyone likes my way with words.
*Second Author's note: The one-shot turned into a multi-chapter story thanks to a little prodding!
The Kent farmhouse
Kneeling before his mother in his simple jeans and tee-shirt, Clark barely heard the words, “Lex took her, son,” before he was on his way after them. He had found her on the floor of the kitchen, massaging the big bump on the back of her head. His mom probably needed some medical attention but she was all right for now. Lois needed him more.
He was in the air within seconds and scanning the ground, looking for the woman that had become so important to him. He knew a part of him would die if anything happened to her.
Five miles away, he spotted the Porsche. Its engine was running, but the car was deserted. He landed beside it, turned off the motor, and listened. They were running. He took to the air again and saw them emerge from a line of trees and onto Shuster’s Field. Lois was running with Lex almost on her heels.
Clark landed with perfect timing and grabbed Lex by the back of his shirt, bringing him to a stop. Lois kept running, oblivious to his arrival.
“Clark? Where—” Lex was stunned at the sudden appearance of his former friend. He didn’t have time for any further words before Clark reached forward and tapped him on the forehead with a finger. Lex sank like a stone to the grass.
Looking up quickly, Clark saw Lois suddenly disappear mid-stride into the earth itself. The world stood still around him as he took off once more, moving faster than any eye could see.
The abandoned well was about six feet in diameter and forty feet deep. Clark reached the bottom before Lois and caught her in his arms, being careful to give way to the impact just enough to cushion her fall. He saw the surprise on her face only a second before his own face flashed the same emotion.
All at once, the pain registered in every cell of his body and his legs collapsed beneath him. The familiar paralyzing effects of Kryptonite were evident in his writhing veins as he felt Lois fall clumsily right on top of him.
“Clark!” Lois couldn’t even register what had happened, where they were, or how in the world Clark had come to be there at all. She scrambled to her feet, trying to grasp the situation. In seconds, she was back on the ground, kneeling beside Clark
“Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god…” Her hands were all over him, feeling for broken bones, and she was so afraid she was going to find them. “Clark, stay with me here, okay?”
Clark only groaned and said a very weak, “Lois?”
“No, don’t move, you might have a broken back or a broken —” She gulped. The panic rose in her throat like bile. “Don’t even go there, Lois,” she whispered half to herself. “Okay, Clark, where does it hurt, babe?” she asked soothingly. When he gave no response, she switched to full out yelling. “Come on, Smallville, you stay with me!” At last she saw his eyelids flutter open. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Now, just tell me where it hurts and don’t you dare say—”
“Lois… listen to me,” Clark breathed the words, rather than said them. “You’ve got …to…”
“I am, Smallville, I am. I’m listening.” She felt the tears welling up in her eyes but wiped at them furiously, refusing to let them fall. Now was no time to lose it. “Just tell me what to do!”
“Lois… look around.” She could see he was having trouble breathing and her thoughts went at once to broken ribs. Her hands began probing his sides.
“Yes, Clark, anything, just —”
“Do you see any… green… rocks?”
Lois bit her lip. Oh, God! It’s his head. He must have hit his head. Please, God, don’t let him have any —
"Lois?" Clark said weakly.
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head furiously, repeating over and over to herself, “No, no, no, no, no, no—”
“Lois!” This time his voice rang out loudly and clearly and echoed off the walls above them. The sound of it calmed her. “Lois, they’ll be …glowing.”
“Green rocks, right! Clark…”
“Lois, humor me… for once.” Did she actually see him grin at her? Then he groaned in obvious pain and it sent her into action. She jumped up and looked around wildly.
“Okay, okay, green rocks.” She set her teeth into a tight grin herself. “Yes, Clark, there are green rocks. Happy? We’re in a fix here. You’re hurt, talking out of your head, we’ve got a hell of a climb ahead of us, and no one but a bald-headed fiend knows we’re anywhere near here.”
“Just…can you …gather the rocks … and get them away from me…as far as you can?”
“Oh sure, sure.” She didn’t even hide the sarcasm in her voice. She was scared half out of her mind and here Clark was clearly wholly out of his, but sure, she’d get rid of the stupid green rocks, if that’s what it took to humor him. “I know green has never been one of your colors, Smallville, but don’t you think this is being a trifle, shall we say, oh, I don’t know… picky?”
She angrily scooped up a green rock and heaved it with all her might up to the mouth of the well. At least she was doing something, anything, to take her mind off of all the possible injuries that Clark must have. “I swear, Clark,” she threw the words at him over her shoulder as she picked up and threw rock after rock toward the distant opening in the ground above them, “we’d better get out of this and you’d better get over whatever hurts you’ve got quickly, because I’m going to kill you once…”
“Is this quickly enough for you?”
She turned at the sound of Clark’s normal tone and saw him rise to his feet, a little unsteadily, but with spinal column intact and all limbs functioning. Then she saw the beautiful, maddening… lovely smile on his face that drove all thoughts of murder from her mind.
“Clark!”
Then she rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck. Before her lips touched his, he lifted her in his arms and flew with her up to the light, quickly past the torturous green stones, now scattered on the ground around the well. He landed gently with his precious cargo a few yards from the spot in the open field where a still unconscious Lex Luthor lay.
Lois only had eyes for Clark as she watched him lift the man by his Italian leather belt, fly with the distasteful load to the grey sports car, and deposit him unceremoniously in the front seat.
Brushing his hands together as if he’d just taken care of the trash, he said, “He should be out at least until I can get you back home and we can get the police out here.” He smiled a little sheepishly at Lois. He could only imagine all the questions he was going to be hammered with once she found her voice again. Well, it was about time she knew the truth. And no matter how she took it, it would be a relief for her to know so they could get on with their lives, hopefully together.
But then his face darkened, and his tone changed. “You know, you asked for this. After what you printed in your article, I’m not surprised he came after you himself, instead of hiring someone else for the job. You just can’t do that, Lois. You have to have a little common sense and not be so reckless. And if you ever – EVER – put anything like that in a story again, I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Be there for me?”
“Definitely.”
She opened her mouth and he knew the questions were about to begin. He closed the distance between them, put a finger on her lips to stem the flow, and lifted her once more in the air. Before she could get over the sudden change in altitude, he asked, “Did you call me ‘babe?”
The End
(Okay, so maybe not...I've added much more late on in the thread)
Author: daxam77
Pairing: Lois/Clark
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Spoilers: none
Short summary: Clark and Lois find themselves trapped in a well. Takes place after Requiem and obviously a few weeks after Clark figures out that flying thing.
Disclaimers: DC owns almost every character I care about, well, except one (Zorro). We should all remember the debt we owe to Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster because they began it all. But this take on Clark/Lois is all Welling/Durance.
Author’s note: This is a little one-shot* idea that struck me tonight and had to make it to a page. It’s my first actual completed Smallville story, if you can even call it that. It’s more like just a scene really. But I had to get myself started in the world of Smallville fiction to see if anyone likes my way with words.
*Second Author's note: The one-shot turned into a multi-chapter story thanks to a little prodding!
The Kent farmhouse
Kneeling before his mother in his simple jeans and tee-shirt, Clark barely heard the words, “Lex took her, son,” before he was on his way after them. He had found her on the floor of the kitchen, massaging the big bump on the back of her head. His mom probably needed some medical attention but she was all right for now. Lois needed him more.
He was in the air within seconds and scanning the ground, looking for the woman that had become so important to him. He knew a part of him would die if anything happened to her.
Five miles away, he spotted the Porsche. Its engine was running, but the car was deserted. He landed beside it, turned off the motor, and listened. They were running. He took to the air again and saw them emerge from a line of trees and onto Shuster’s Field. Lois was running with Lex almost on her heels.
Clark landed with perfect timing and grabbed Lex by the back of his shirt, bringing him to a stop. Lois kept running, oblivious to his arrival.
“Clark? Where—” Lex was stunned at the sudden appearance of his former friend. He didn’t have time for any further words before Clark reached forward and tapped him on the forehead with a finger. Lex sank like a stone to the grass.
Looking up quickly, Clark saw Lois suddenly disappear mid-stride into the earth itself. The world stood still around him as he took off once more, moving faster than any eye could see.
The abandoned well was about six feet in diameter and forty feet deep. Clark reached the bottom before Lois and caught her in his arms, being careful to give way to the impact just enough to cushion her fall. He saw the surprise on her face only a second before his own face flashed the same emotion.
All at once, the pain registered in every cell of his body and his legs collapsed beneath him. The familiar paralyzing effects of Kryptonite were evident in his writhing veins as he felt Lois fall clumsily right on top of him.
“Clark!” Lois couldn’t even register what had happened, where they were, or how in the world Clark had come to be there at all. She scrambled to her feet, trying to grasp the situation. In seconds, she was back on the ground, kneeling beside Clark
“Oh-god-oh-god-oh-god…” Her hands were all over him, feeling for broken bones, and she was so afraid she was going to find them. “Clark, stay with me here, okay?”
Clark only groaned and said a very weak, “Lois?”
“No, don’t move, you might have a broken back or a broken —” She gulped. The panic rose in her throat like bile. “Don’t even go there, Lois,” she whispered half to herself. “Okay, Clark, where does it hurt, babe?” she asked soothingly. When he gave no response, she switched to full out yelling. “Come on, Smallville, you stay with me!” At last she saw his eyelids flutter open. “Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. Now, just tell me where it hurts and don’t you dare say—”
“Lois… listen to me,” Clark breathed the words, rather than said them. “You’ve got …to…”
“I am, Smallville, I am. I’m listening.” She felt the tears welling up in her eyes but wiped at them furiously, refusing to let them fall. Now was no time to lose it. “Just tell me what to do!”
“Lois… look around.” She could see he was having trouble breathing and her thoughts went at once to broken ribs. Her hands began probing his sides.
“Yes, Clark, anything, just —”
“Do you see any… green… rocks?”
Lois bit her lip. Oh, God! It’s his head. He must have hit his head. Please, God, don’t let him have any —
"Lois?" Clark said weakly.
Her eyes went wide and she shook her head furiously, repeating over and over to herself, “No, no, no, no, no, no—”
“Lois!” This time his voice rang out loudly and clearly and echoed off the walls above them. The sound of it calmed her. “Lois, they’ll be …glowing.”
“Green rocks, right! Clark…”
“Lois, humor me… for once.” Did she actually see him grin at her? Then he groaned in obvious pain and it sent her into action. She jumped up and looked around wildly.
“Okay, okay, green rocks.” She set her teeth into a tight grin herself. “Yes, Clark, there are green rocks. Happy? We’re in a fix here. You’re hurt, talking out of your head, we’ve got a hell of a climb ahead of us, and no one but a bald-headed fiend knows we’re anywhere near here.”
“Just…can you …gather the rocks … and get them away from me…as far as you can?”
“Oh sure, sure.” She didn’t even hide the sarcasm in her voice. She was scared half out of her mind and here Clark was clearly wholly out of his, but sure, she’d get rid of the stupid green rocks, if that’s what it took to humor him. “I know green has never been one of your colors, Smallville, but don’t you think this is being a trifle, shall we say, oh, I don’t know… picky?”
She angrily scooped up a green rock and heaved it with all her might up to the mouth of the well. At least she was doing something, anything, to take her mind off of all the possible injuries that Clark must have. “I swear, Clark,” she threw the words at him over her shoulder as she picked up and threw rock after rock toward the distant opening in the ground above them, “we’d better get out of this and you’d better get over whatever hurts you’ve got quickly, because I’m going to kill you once…”
“Is this quickly enough for you?”
She turned at the sound of Clark’s normal tone and saw him rise to his feet, a little unsteadily, but with spinal column intact and all limbs functioning. Then she saw the beautiful, maddening… lovely smile on his face that drove all thoughts of murder from her mind.
“Clark!”
Then she rushed to him and threw her arms around his neck. Before her lips touched his, he lifted her in his arms and flew with her up to the light, quickly past the torturous green stones, now scattered on the ground around the well. He landed gently with his precious cargo a few yards from the spot in the open field where a still unconscious Lex Luthor lay.
Lois only had eyes for Clark as she watched him lift the man by his Italian leather belt, fly with the distasteful load to the grey sports car, and deposit him unceremoniously in the front seat.
Brushing his hands together as if he’d just taken care of the trash, he said, “He should be out at least until I can get you back home and we can get the police out here.” He smiled a little sheepishly at Lois. He could only imagine all the questions he was going to be hammered with once she found her voice again. Well, it was about time she knew the truth. And no matter how she took it, it would be a relief for her to know so they could get on with their lives, hopefully together.
But then his face darkened, and his tone changed. “You know, you asked for this. After what you printed in your article, I’m not surprised he came after you himself, instead of hiring someone else for the job. You just can’t do that, Lois. You have to have a little common sense and not be so reckless. And if you ever – EVER – put anything like that in a story again, I’ll—”
“You’ll what? Be there for me?”
“Definitely.”
She opened her mouth and he knew the questions were about to begin. He closed the distance between them, put a finger on her lips to stem the flow, and lifted her once more in the air. Before she could get over the sudden change in altitude, he asked, “Did you call me ‘babe?”
The End
(Okay, so maybe not...I've added much more late on in the thread)
the dialogue was excellent too!
Please keep writing! i demand it!
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