Ficlet: The Post-It Note | DCU/SR | Clark, Lois | PG | 1/1
Title: The Post-It Note
Fandom: Superman Returns
Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Clark/Lois hinted
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Prompt: For babettew54 - SR Clois - "The worst birthday that turns into the best birthday!!"
Summary: Clark's birthday is going so badly, that there's no point in even celebrating any more. That is, until he gets an unexpected surprise.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Very belated birthday fic for babettew54. Set in no particular fic verse. Lois's misspellings are her own.
The Post-It Note
Clark had to admit, this was probably one of his worst birthdays ever. Having not yet told Lois about his dual identity, his excuses to get out of the office to take care of today's latest catastrophe were met with the glare from Hell and the rolling eyes of Doom. But he supposed that was par for the course; even Lois had thought he would stick around for the little party that Jimmy had put together for him, cake and all. Heck, Richard had even mentioned he was bringing Jason by after school so the little boy could help his favorite colleague of Mom and Dad's celebrate his birthday.
Which of course left Clark with the worst case of guilt and self-loathing he'd had in a few months.
Taking care of a tunnel collapse in Tokyo just made everything that much better. Hours dragged on as he cleared rubble, sought out victims, and pulled bodies from the debris of two skyscrapers overhead that hadn't withstood the loss of ground underneath. It was a nightmare, and by the time he'd recovered the last body, the death toll had climbed to over a thousand and the sun had already set over Metropolis.
No point in bothering with birthday plans, then, he mentally grumbled as he headed back home, weary and worn down. His party would have been canceled anyway, in favor of covering the devastation in Japan.
With those thoughts in mind, he landed on the roof of the Daily Planet and changed back into the clothes he'd left in the elevator shaft, brushing the remnants of soot and dust out of his hair on the way down to the bullpen. A final adjustment to his glasses and tie, and he stepped out of the elevator, across the small lobby, and through the double doors into chaos.
Or what should have been chaos. Instead, it seemed like business as usual, most of the staff going about their evening tasks as they finished preparing tomorrow's morning edition. Even the overhead TVs were tuned to their regular assortment of news stations, with only four covering the tunnel collapse. Clark found it... odd.
Reaching his desk, he found a note stuck to his computer monitor.
Clark - holding the morning ed. for your story on the tunnel + building colapse. Be quick. Cake when your finished. Happy b-day!
L
Clark's heart leapt up into his throat upon his third reading of the note. Why would Lois assume he'd have the stor--? Oh.
His face reddening as he realized she'd finally made him, he turned to see her leaning back in her desk chair, stocking feet propped up, arms crossed over her chest, and a decidedly smug look on her face. Boy, was he in trouble.
At the same time, a sense of relief and - dare he think it? - gratitude washed over him. It was out. She knew. And she wasn't tearing him to shreds. Yet. Was there anything more he could have asked for for his birthday?
"Better get a move on, Clark," she whispered to him as he stood there, gaping at her from across the bullpen. "That story isn't gonna write itself, and there's a certain little boy that's been waiting for hours for you to get back and blow out those candles."
Dropping into his chair, Clark couldn't stop the grin from taking over his face. His worst birthday ever just turned into his best.
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Fandom: Superman Returns
Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Clark/Lois hinted
Rating: PG
Word Count: 568
Prompt: For babettew54 - SR Clois - "The worst birthday that turns into the best birthday!!"
Summary: Clark's birthday is going so badly, that there's no point in even celebrating any more. That is, until he gets an unexpected surprise.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: Very belated birthday fic for babettew54. Set in no particular fic verse. Lois's misspellings are her own.
The Post-It Note
Clark had to admit, this was probably one of his worst birthdays ever. Having not yet told Lois about his dual identity, his excuses to get out of the office to take care of today's latest catastrophe were met with the glare from Hell and the rolling eyes of Doom. But he supposed that was par for the course; even Lois had thought he would stick around for the little party that Jimmy had put together for him, cake and all. Heck, Richard had even mentioned he was bringing Jason by after school so the little boy could help his favorite colleague of Mom and Dad's celebrate his birthday.
Which of course left Clark with the worst case of guilt and self-loathing he'd had in a few months.
Taking care of a tunnel collapse in Tokyo just made everything that much better. Hours dragged on as he cleared rubble, sought out victims, and pulled bodies from the debris of two skyscrapers overhead that hadn't withstood the loss of ground underneath. It was a nightmare, and by the time he'd recovered the last body, the death toll had climbed to over a thousand and the sun had already set over Metropolis.
No point in bothering with birthday plans, then, he mentally grumbled as he headed back home, weary and worn down. His party would have been canceled anyway, in favor of covering the devastation in Japan.
With those thoughts in mind, he landed on the roof of the Daily Planet and changed back into the clothes he'd left in the elevator shaft, brushing the remnants of soot and dust out of his hair on the way down to the bullpen. A final adjustment to his glasses and tie, and he stepped out of the elevator, across the small lobby, and through the double doors into chaos.
Or what should have been chaos. Instead, it seemed like business as usual, most of the staff going about their evening tasks as they finished preparing tomorrow's morning edition. Even the overhead TVs were tuned to their regular assortment of news stations, with only four covering the tunnel collapse. Clark found it... odd.
Reaching his desk, he found a note stuck to his computer monitor.
Clark - holding the morning ed. for your story on the tunnel + building colapse. Be quick. Cake when your finished. Happy b-day!
L
Clark's heart leapt up into his throat upon his third reading of the note. Why would Lois assume he'd have the stor--? Oh.
His face reddening as he realized she'd finally made him, he turned to see her leaning back in her desk chair, stocking feet propped up, arms crossed over her chest, and a decidedly smug look on her face. Boy, was he in trouble.
At the same time, a sense of relief and - dare he think it? - gratitude washed over him. It was out. She knew. And she wasn't tearing him to shreds. Yet. Was there anything more he could have asked for for his birthday?
"Better get a move on, Clark," she whispered to him as he stood there, gaping at her from across the bullpen. "That story isn't gonna write itself, and there's a certain little boy that's been waiting for hours for you to get back and blow out those candles."
Dropping into his chair, Clark couldn't stop the grin from taking over his face. His worst birthday ever just turned into his best.
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