Naughty!By: VirginiaR.
Rated: PG (possibly PG-13)
Author’s Note: I just wrote this out in a half-hour. This hasn’t been Beta’d. I apologize for any errors in medical procedures.
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Naughty*************
“Lois, I’m sorry!” Clark apologized for what felt like the tenth time in five minutes as a nurse wheeled Lois into the emergency room. “I promise you, it was only a joke.”
She shot him a sour look but didn’t respond. He doubted Lois would ever forgive him. Out of all the ways to reveal to her that he was Superman, this one wasn’t in his top one-thousand.
“You have to admit that your reaction to my joke was a bit over the top though. Don’t you?” Clark continued.
Her expression went from terse to stormy. Yeah, getting Lois to admit that she was wrong was probably not anywhere on her to-do list for this century, or the next.
The nurse stopped next to an emergency ward bed and assisted Lois onto it. One of the nurses cut open Lois’s slacks to her knee.
“I’m sorry, sir. What is your relationship to the patient?” the other nurse said to Clark as he tried to watch what they were doing.
“Ah…” Clark stammered with a glance at Lois. Victim? “Partner.”
“Domestic partner?” the nurse clarified.
Sounded good to him. Regrettably, no.
“He’s my fiancé,” Lois corrected.
Clark’s jaw dropped. They weren’t even dating. They had only kissed that one time on Trask’s airplane. What was she saying? He sought out her eyes and she shot him a ‘go ahead and deny it’ expression.
“Okay, but stand back,” the nurse told him.
Clark nodded and moved to behind Lois, where he could see, unobstructed.
“What did you do to your knee?” the nurse, who had cut open her pants, asked. “It appears as if you shattered your kneecap.”
Lois turned to look at Clark. Stormy had turned to thunderous in her eyes. He was so glad that she didn’t know that Kryptonite was real; only now that she had discovered the truth about him, she probably would realize it was real. He was a dead man.
Clark cleared his throat.
“I kneed something, hard,” Lois replied.
The nurse nodded and put some gauze over her wound. “I’ll be right back, and then we’ll prep you for surgery.”
The second nurse had finished taking Lois’s vitals at this time and left, leaving Lois and Clark alone in the room.
“Fiancé?” Clark asked, his voice rough. He had to know.
“I figure since
I’m already on Santa’s ‘Naughty List’, what’s one more lie, eh, Smallville?”
*** The End ***Disclaimer: I don’t own these characters. I borrow them from time to time when they invade my psyche and demand I write what they tell me.
Gratitude: This is in response to Deadly Chakram’s Winter / Holiday ficathon Challenge. My Prompt is “Naughty List”. This story is dedicated to and inspired by Mrs. Luthor.
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Due to popular demand, I have also written:
The Complete Epilogue (of Sorts)
