Chlark Fanfic: Daisychain, Part 2
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...the concluding part of Daisychain. How on earth is young Clark Kent gonna talk himself outta this one?
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Title: Daisychain
Author: BabyDee
Pairing: Chlark, Oneshot
Rating: G
Warnings: None
Timeline: Wee!Chlark
Disclaimer: All characters belong to the CW & DC comics.
Summary: What’s a 6-year-old boy to do when confronted with a surly girl?
Feedback: …yes please! J
Read Part 1 here.
Part 2
“Pixies are cute,” Clark said defensively.
The girl scowled. “I don’t wanna be a pixie, I wanna be a princess,” she insisted. “Princesses are pretty and they get everything they want. Pixies have to work really hard all the time. Nobody cares about the pixies.” She sighed loudly and slumped again. “I want my hair back.”
Oh, no. She was sad again. Maybe if they talked about something else, she’d cheer up again.
“What are you making?” he asked, pointing to the row of flowers in her lap.
She held it up for him to see. “It’s called a daisychain.”
“A daisychain?”
“Yeah. Wanna see how I make it?”
He nodded.
“Scooch over close to me,” she ordered.
Wow, she was bossy. But he kind of liked it. He did as she asked, and she picked up a fresh flower with one hand and took his hand with her other one.
“You make a teeny, tiny hole in the bottom of the stem with your fingernail, like this,” she explained patiently, using his nail to pierce the stem. “Then you pick up another flower and push it through the hole. Then you make a hole in that one, and it goes on and on and on. It’s easy. See?”
“Uh-huh,” he agreed, being very careful not to smish the flowers. “You’re really good at explaining stuff.”
She grinned. “I know. Daddy calls me Brainiac. He says I’m really smart.”
He smiled at her and threaded more flowers through. “So do you keep going until you get one really long chain?” he asked.
She looked thoughtful. “I guess you could, but I was trying to make a crown with mine,” she answered. “When I’ve put enough daisies together, I tie the last one back to the first one and then it becomes a pretty crown.” She looked unhappy again. “Since I have boy hair, no-one will want me for their princess, so I have to make my own crown.”
Now he felt sad. She was really pretty, even with her short hair, and he wanted to see her smile again.
“I’ll make it for you,” he blurted out.
Her eyes went as wide as saucers. “Really?” she breathed.
“Uh-huh. You just showed me how, didn’t you?” he smiled.
She grinned. “So…can I be your princess?” she asked hopefully.
He opened his mouth to say ‘yes’ but then he remembered Lana, the little girl who lived next door. Funny, but he hadn’t thought about her all morning.
She saw the look on his face, and her shoulders slumped again. “You already have a princess, don’t you?” she guessed miserably.
“Uh…” that was a tough one. Lana wasn’t really his princess because he hadn’t asked her yet. But he really wanted Lana to be his princess.
Didn’t he?
“Let me guess,” the girl went on, teasingly. “She’s the prettiest girl in school, and her hair’s soooooo long, and soooooo shiny.”
He fidgeted uncomfortably. This girl was a really good guesser. It turned out she was right, but he didn’t want to tell her that, or she might get sad again, and he really didn’t like seeing her sad face.
With careful hands, he threaded the last daisy through the first one, so that the flowers were connected in a loop. Satisfied, he looked up at her and grinned.
“This is for you,” he said solemnly. “A pretty daisychain for a pretty girl. May I crown you?”
Her lovely face split into a huge grin, and her eyes sparkled like diamonds. Her hair shone bright and yellow like the sun, and his heart beat really, really fast because she looked prettier than anything he’d ever seen. Including Lana.
“I’d like that, thank you,” she said, looking shy for the first time. She leaned forward and he carefully placed the delicate crown of flowers on top of her head.
He grinned, pleased with himself. But to his dismay, the daisychain began to slip down her silky-smooth hair and travelled down her face till it landed around her neck.
“Oh, no!” she wailed. “I told you I needed my hair!”
Clark could only watch helplessly as tears welled up in the pretty girl’s eyes and she sniffled and raised a small hand to wipe her eyes.
“If my hair was still long, the daisychain would stay up,” she said between sobs. “But it won’t, and now I’ll never be anyone’s princess.”
Clark scratched his head, thinking of something smart to say. Crying girls usually scared him to bits, but he really wanted to make this one smile again. Think, Clark, he told himself. Daddy says a lot of smart things. What would Daddy say?
Clark pulled himself up straight, and took the girl’s hands. “Maybe it doesn’t fit now,” he said sagely, “but you’ll grow into it.”
She looked up at him hopefully. “Really? Does that mean you want me to be your princess?”
He thought about Lana briefly. He still kinda wanted her to be his princess, but he liked this little girl so much and wanted her to be his princess, too.
Suddenly he had an idea. He smiled and looked into her eyes.
“Tell you what,” he said, “when you grow into the crown, you can be my Queen. How’s that?”
She smiled in that lovely way that made it look like the sun lived in her head. “That’s perfect,” she said happily. “I’d love to be your Queen.” She sat up straight and adopted a regal pose. “I’ll be Queen Chl-”
“There you are, pumpkin!” boomed a loud voice from behind him. Startled, he turned and looked into the eyes of a kind-looking gentleman approaching them.
“Daddy!” the girl squealed, and scrambled to her feet. She ran around to him and jumped into his arms.
“We’re all set to go now,” he said. He turned to Clark and smiled. “And who’s this young fellow?”
“He’s my King,” she announced triumphantly.
“That’s right,” Clark piped. “And she’s my Queen. I even gave her a crown.”
“That’s sweet,” her daddy said, rubbing his nose against his daughter’s. “But she’s a little too young to be a queen. When she grows up, if you’re a good boy, I’ll let you take her dancing. She can be your queen then. Is that okay?”
“I like that,” Clark agreed. “She’ll have grown into it by then.”
Her daddy smiled. “Excellent.” He turned back to his little girl and put her back down on her feet. “How would you like to go for some ice-cream, young lady?”
Suddenly, Clark heard his Mom’s voice. “Sweetie, there you are!” she said as she reached him and took his hand. “Did you have a good time?”
He nodded enthusiastically. “I had the best time ever.” He tugged on his Mom’s hand and pointed to the girl. “She’s my Queen, Mommy. When we grow up, we’re going to a dance.”
“I’m sure you are, honey,” she smiled, looking at the grinning girl holding her daddy’s hand. “Which means I need to get you home and start teaching you to be a proper gentleman. Ready to go?”
“I guess so,” he said quietly. Actually, he didn’t want to leave at all, but the girl and her daddy were going too, so he had to say goodbye.
Suddenly he felt really glum. He lifted a hand and waved slowly. “Bye, my Queen.”
She waved back shyly, looking sad all over again. “Bye, my King.”
He took his Mom’s hand and walked with her toward the main exit, while the girl and her dad went in the opposite direction to the gate on the other side.
“Wait!” he heard the girl call after him.
He turned and saw that she was running towards him. Quickly he let go of his Mom’s hand and ran back to her, meeting her halfway. “Yeah?” he said, smiling.
She bent down and picked up the daisychain she’d been making before he interrupted her. “I didn’t give you anything,” she said, hurriedly connecting the string of daisies together to form a loop. When she was done, she held it out to him. “Here. Can I crown you?”
He was about to nod eagerly when he realised that the daisychain was small, too small to be a crown. She noticed his expression, and she looked at the daisychain, then frowned and bit her lower lip.
Then her eyes brightened. “Oh, I know!” She carefully placed the small chain of flowers on the tips of her fingers, then took his hand and slipped the daisychain onto his wrist.
“There,” she said triumphantly. “Do you like it?”
Clark looked at the bracelet of flowers on his wrist. Normally he’d never wear anything as girly as a bracelet, much less one made of flowers. But this felt right, and he’d wear it for as long as he had it.
“I really like it,” he said honestly. He lifted his head and smiled at her. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome,” she smiled. “I have to go now; Daddy’s waiting. Bye.”
“Bye,” he said, watching her as she ran back to her daddy’s side and placed her hand in his.
He looked after her and sighed. As soon as she and her daddy had walked out of sight, he turned and ran back to his Mom and took her hand, and together they walked out of the park.
***
“So you made a new friend today, Clark?” his Mom asked with a smile.
“Uh-huh,” he chirped as he trotted along beside her. “We shared my candy, and she showed me how to make a daisychain. She’s really smart.”
“Wow,” said his Mom, impressed. “And she’s so sweet and pretty, too. What’s her name?”
Suddenly he stopped in his tracks. “I don’t know!” he said, dismayed. He remembered asking her what her name was, but she hadn’t told him, and by the time they really got talking he’d forgotten to ask her again. And she’d been about to say it when her daddy had come to get her. “All I know is that it begins with a ‘C.’”
“Like your name, huh?” said his Mom. “That’s awesome.”
They walked along the road till they got to the car. As his Mom took the keys out from her purse, Clark fiddled with the daisychain on his wrist, then looked up at her.
“Mommy?” he said quietly.
She looked at him and her face went serious. “You’re thinking about the little girl, aren’t you, honey?” she said softly.
He nodded. “Will I ever see her again?” he asked, afraid of the answer.
“Oh, sweetie.” She bent down and cuddled him close. “I don’t know. I hope you do, because she seems really sweet, and she made you so happy.”
“I wish I knew her name,” he said sadly. “And I didn’t get to tell her my name, either.”
His Mom stroked his hair gently. “Tell you what,” she grinned. “If it’s nice and warm tonight, we can sit on the porch and look for shooting stars. As soon as you see one, make a wish from your heart. Then someday, she’ll come back into your life. Should we do that?”
He smiled and nodded eagerly. “I’ll wish to see her again, and know her name, and then I’ll take her to a dance, and we’ll be best friends forever,” he declared resolutely.
“That sounds like a brilliant plan,” his Mom said, and gave him a kiss on the head. She stood and opened the car door for him. “Come on. Let’s go home, and you can tell Pete all about your day.”
“Okay,” he said cheerily, climbing in and sitting down so Mommy could fasten the seatbelt around him. He looked at his daisychain bracelet and smiled.
He would make a wish upon a star, and he would see her again.
Mommy said so.
***
The End.
Read the sequel, Today, Tomorrow and Forever. There's also All The Way - the central story which is pretty much everything in between Daisychain and Today, Tomorrow and Forever. I hope you like them!