"I don't think Crane would take that for an excuse," Clark says, quietly, so as not to disturb the baby. "Unless you have a baby with acid saliva or something, and she ate your laptop."
He sits down on the couch with his own laptop, logging into the network and pulling up his own files. It's a nice sort of place to have a study date, as it were, and not just because his home clock's stopped while he's here.
There's a bit of research to be done on the internet, and since they're in Vic and Cole's world, he decides to look them up to see what people think about them. He gets news, fan sites speculating on their identities (which are way off), and then comes the fanfic.
Clark's eyebrows slowly make an ascent up his forehead as he reads through the pages in a flash. "Uh, Victor? Please tell me you know about this."
"I don't doubt that Athena could, if she put her mind to it, but then I'd miss my laptop."
She is puttering, neatening up the kitchen as she goes, six scoops into the coffeemaker (or one of their coffeemakers, rather), and filling it full of water, and the only time Victor is particularly graceful is when she's making coffee. She has it down to a ballet. "Oh, I know everything. What do I know about?"
Clark isn't a prude, but adult relationships are a very private thing to him, and it's kind of embarrassing to say out loud what he's found online. Particularly since her, or someone's idea of her, is involved in this story.
"I found some, uh, websites that have me a bit... you know. About you. And Cole. Except horribly wrong."
"Wait, I don't get it." Of course you don't, Vicky. Of course you don't. She pads her way over to him, cane swinging, and she's so used to the cane that she doesn't miss rhythm the way she did when she started, it's more like an extra limb. Albeit an extra limb decorated with painted koi fish and how many canes does she have? She certainly has more canes than shoes.
She peers over his shoulder, flushes right up to her ears. "Um. Yeah, I... I knew about that. I've even written a few of the writers electronic letters telling them that that's not what happens, but that doesn't really help. They just el oh eled at me."
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He sits down on the couch with his own laptop, logging into the network and pulling up his own files. It's a nice sort of place to have a study date, as it were, and not just because his home clock's stopped while he's here.
There's a bit of research to be done on the internet, and since they're in Vic and Cole's world, he decides to look them up to see what people think about them. He gets news, fan sites speculating on their identities (which are way off), and then comes the fanfic.
Clark's eyebrows slowly make an ascent up his forehead as he reads through the pages in a flash. "Uh, Victor? Please tell me you know about this."
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She is puttering, neatening up the kitchen as she goes, six scoops into the coffeemaker (or one of their coffeemakers, rather), and filling it full of water, and the only time Victor is particularly graceful is when she's making coffee. She has it down to a ballet. "Oh, I know everything. What do I know about?"
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"I found some, uh, websites that have me a bit... you know. About you. And Cole. Except horribly wrong."
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She peers over his shoulder, flushes right up to her ears. "Um. Yeah, I... I knew about that. I've even written a few of the writers electronic letters telling them that that's not what happens, but that doesn't really help. They just el oh eled at me."
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