Oh dear, it seems that I'm on a inspirational kick at the moment. I just wish it worked for my homework as well...
This is set the day after House of Luthor, just so you know. :p
Hope you like it.
Milk, Toast and Honey
The weather was horrible. Grey clouds loomed over the city and the rain was pouring down from the sky like there was no end to it.
Lois sighed as she laid in her bed, carefully peering out from under her blanket and watched the grey world outside. The world she felt like never returning to. She was safe here, in her bed. Her cocoon. Her bed was warm and comforting, while the world was cold and unforgiving. No, it wasn't something she wanted to return to. Not in a while, anyway.
Instead, she continued to watch the world from her safe cocoon. She looked through her room, desperately trying to ignore the wedding dress she knew would be on the floor: On the same place as she had left it yesterday.
She didn't even want to think of it, how close she really had become to marry a villain; a murderer. No, a monster. That was what Lex was to her now: The monster of her nightmares. A nightmare which probably would plague her for a very long time. A nightmare that almost came true.
Lois covered herself with the blanket once again: Ignoring the fact that her stomach was rumbling. She simply refused to return from her cocoon.
She let out a slow breath as she tried to relax, but she was both too worked up and hungry to do so; still, she refused to go up.
Suddenly, her doorbell rang. The high noise cut through the silence like a knife. Then, there was silence again.
Lois grumbled and buried herself even deeper into her bed. "G'way!" she muttered.
The doorbell rang again. And again. And then it stopped, but the silence didn't last for long. Instead, knockings took its place.
"Lois?" A distant voice called for her. "Lois?"
Clark? Lois head quickly shot up from under her blanket. "Clark?"
A short pause. "Lois? Are you in there?"
She paused for a second. It still was very tempting to stay in her own safe little world. To pretend being asleep or not at home... But Clark...
Lois rose, quickly untangling herself from her blanket. "I'm coming," she whispered, even though she knew Clark wouldn't be able to hear her. She quickly grabbed her robe, pulling it on as she went for the door.
She pulled her door open, smiling tiredly to her awaiting partner. "Hi, Clark."
He flashed her a quick smile. "Hi, Lois. You look tired."
"Funny, I feel tired."
Clark grinned as he lifted his small plastic bag, slightly. "I brought some breakfast. May I come in?"
Lois moved aside, letting him inside before closing the door after him. "I hope it's those good bagles you usually buy."
"Actually," He shot her an apologetic smile. "they were closed today. It's just normal bagles, actually. But I bought some nice jam to go with it. And I got some plain white bread and honey..." He placed the plastic bag on her table. "Coffee with lo-fat milk and artificial sugar." He handed her the mug.
"Thanks, Clark." She sipped her coffee cautiously, warming her cold hands on the warm mug.
"Here," he said, handing her a bagle. "Do you have a toaster lying around somewhere in the kitchen?"
Lois frowned. "Mmm... Yes, I think I do."
"Great. Just wait here a moment, I'll be right back." He collected the white bread and the honey and quickly marched into the kitchen.
Minutes later, he re-entered with a glass of milk and a small plate with warm toast covered with sweet honey. He smiled. "Here. Try some of these: There's nothing better than toast with honey and milk when you've had a bad day. Trust me."
Suddenly, her cocoon burst. "A bad day? More like a monstrous week." She sobbed. "I almost married him, Clark. I almost did. I really thought I had him figured out... I really thought he was a decent man, like Superman. Or even you, Clark." She paused as she sobbed harder. "And then it turns out that he's the worst man I've ever known."
Clark placed the plate and the milk on the table in front of her, before turning to comfort her. "Oh, Lois..." He sighed, hugging her closely. "But you didn't marry him. Even if Perry and Henderson hadn't been there, you had already stopped the wedding. You said so yourself." He smiled weakly. "Hey, don't you want to taste these? I made them especially for you."
Lois smiled sadly. "Oh, Clark. You're just too much, do you know that?" She nibbled on one of the small pieces of toast. It was perhaps a bit too sweet for her taste, but it made her feel better, just like Clark had said.
He flashed her a quick smile. "Milk, toast and honey: The best medicine in the world."
Lois smiled, suddenly realising that Clark was actually wrong for once. Milk, toast and honey wasn't the best medicine in the world for her.
Clark was.
