Title: Some Kind Of Fantasy 2/2
Author: TOC
Rating: G
Feedback: Better than chocolate? Don't know... but I'd sure appreciate some!
Disclaimer: The characters aren't mine; 25% of the words are (the rest are angelic_editor's). Please don't take legal action. You couldn't even sue me out of my car; I haven't got one. (But I like my bicycle.)
A/N: angelic_editor's part is set in season one, so I assume that mine is, too.
Miscellaneous: This has not been beta read, especially not this little introduction. I'm sure it ought to have been.
Additional miscellaneous: When I had read angelic's lovely little vignette about Lois Lane's fantasy about Superman, I couldn't resist copying her vignette almost word for word and turning it into a little vignette about Clark Kent's fantasy about - well, Clark Kent. angelic liked it so much that she asked me to post it as a real vignette, as part two of her vignette. So I'm doing that now, thus becoming angelic_editor's co-author. I'm so honored, angelic!
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Clark Kent wants the fantasy.
He knows it's stupid and and juvenile and completely irresponsible, and every time he sees a flash of hurt darken Lois Lane's vulnerable brown eyes, he desperately wants not to want the fantasy.
But he does.
Oh, he does.
Just this once, he wants to be stupid and juvenile and completely irresponsible - because he has always been mature beyond his years, ready to carry a world of responsibilities on his shoulders.
This is his fantasy, personified in a man who comes to work every morning, dressed in a conservative suit, an outrageous tie and glasses.
A man from this world.
A man who has no special abilities, nothing to set him apart from other men.
A man who, in spite of his ordinariness, is able to sweep the woman he loves off her feet, if not literally, at least figuratively.
So yes, Clark Kent wants the fantasy. Even if it means having to turn Lois Lane down for not loving him as the ordinary man that he is not.
His heart breaks a little more for Lois every time he sees how much he is hurting her. And he hates himself a little more each day.
But he can't stop loving the idea that she will love him as Clark Kent, the ordinary, non-superpowered Earthling that he is not. Only when he has made her love this ordinary man that he is not, can he reveal to her that he is the glorious hero that she has wanted all along.
Because God help the two of them, he wants the fantasy. Just this once, Clark Kent wants the fantasy.
