Yes, this idea comes from the challenge boards.
For those of you who have kindly requested the next part of When the West Wind Moves, feel free to blame Anna (BanAnna) for the delay. After reading her challenge to rewrite STGTTWNK, I couldn't leave for the evening until I had written a (very) short beginning to a possible response to the challenge. I decided to go ahead and post it in the general fanfic boards to see if people wanted me to continue with this (and I promise this will not stop WtWWM - as I told Trenna tonight, I have about a month of buffer available to post).
To see Anna's challenge,
go here. ~
Swear to God, This Time It’s Realistic
“Let’s not invite my mother.”
Clark Kent glanced over at his fiancée. Her face was bathed in darkness, lit only by the reflection of the passing streetlights. The only thing that surprised him about her comment was the fact it had taken her almost the entire trip back to his apartment before saying what he knew had been on her mind since they left the restaurant.
“Lois, not inviting your mother — “
“Would make me very happy. And it is my wedding day, so I should get to be very happy,” Lois Lane rationalized.
“But the thing is, if you don’t invite your mother you really won’t be very happy.”
Lois gave a short laugh. “Clark, the woman will turn the entire day into a sideshow.”
“Lois, the date is only two weeks away.”
“You don’t know my mother. She’s a magician when it comes to theis kind of thing. If she wants doves and the London Symphony Orchestra for her daughter’s wedding, she will find a way to get them. The woman always finds a way to get what she wants, even if no one else agrees with what she wants.” Lois gave Clark, who was badly suppressing a large smile, a glare. “This isn’t about me.”
“Lois, I just think that you’ll regret not inviting your mother.”
“Well Clark, if you feel that way, why don’t we invite kryptonite too?” Lois responded. Memories of his near death experience with the kryptonite gas flooded her memory as soon as the words left her mouth. “Well, fine, my mother isn’t that bad, but I’m not forcing you to invite people you don’t want to have at your wedding. And that’s the thing, Clark. It’s our wedding. It’s all about us, not my parents or your parents or the Daily Planet or clones or Kryptonians. After everything we’ve been through, don’t you think we deserve to be a little selfish about how we want to get married? And if don’t want to invite my mother, then I don’t think you should question my decision.”
Clark felt the corners of his mouth finally twitch upwards. After the insanity of the past few months, hearing Lois babble was a wonderful return to normalcy. He was about to open his mouth to reply when he heard a passing car’s radio.
“… twenty are confirmed dead. To repeat, an airline has crashed into a Los Angeles freeway and a fire … “
Clark, needing to hear no more, turned to Lois. She spoke before he could open his mouth. “I’ll pull off at that gas station on the next block. Is there anyplace you could duck behind to change?”
Clark lowered his glasses and glanced ahead. “Yes, there’s an alleyway and a dumpster that should shield me from the street. How did you know I –“
“You’re as horrible about getting that far and away look when you hear something as you were, and still are, with excuses,” Pulling into the gas station and stopping the car, Lois glanced at Clark. “Well, I was close to needing gas anyway.”
Clark was hesitant to leave. After so many problems, they were finally returning to a normal schedule, or as average as could be expected given that one of them wore spandex and flew around as a second job. Since regaining his powers after Nor’s death, the rescues he had performed had been short, sweet and within the city limits of Metropolis.
“Clark?” Lois queried.
Clark reached up and gently caressed Lois’ cheek. “I’ll be back soon, I promise.”
“Not that long ago I was willing to wait for you, even knowing you may not come back. One rescue across the country is nothing compared to that,” Lois said. Lightening her tone, she added, “Besides, I can do invitations without you tonight and forget to include my mother.”
“Dinner with your mother was not that bad,” Clark retorted.
Before his partner could respond, Clark leaned across the front seat and gave her a long kiss. Breaking away, he ran his hand down his cheek before getting out of the jeep and heading towards the alley. As Lois pulled her credit card out of her wallet, she heard the familiar sonic boom.
Glancing up, she watched the sky for a moment before softly saying, “Be careful.”
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