Fraternity
Pairing: Chlark all the way!
Rating: PG-13
-Off the beaten path in AU land, sort of like something that happens in Chlark’s free time. (Although, most likely around Season 8.)
Short Summary: After a rescue, Clark is invited into a prestigious brotherhood. Meanwhile, Chloe is investigating a possible serial killer running loose in Metropolis with each of the victims missing a signet ring.
Clark rushed through the rotating doors of the Daily Planet, catching a mid-swing from someone exiting before him. He briskly walked down Main Street, dodging pedestrians and other obstructions that popped into his path. He was late again. He had been tardy twice this week for dinner with Chloe and this was his third strike. She playfully gave him a hard time but she didn’t mind. He felt guilty though for keeping her waiting for any amount of time. Their relationship was riddled with him keeping her waiting and he planned on ending this trend.
He wanted to full on running, but among the row of buildings he passed, standing strong as if guards shoulder to shoulder, there was nowhere for to break away. He continued to navigate his way through throngs of people mulling around the Metropolis night life, when he finally found relief in a side street. He blurred away, wind guzzling past him in a stream of blacks. He came down from his speed, stopping at the edge an alleyway near an intersection nearby the restaurant. The human and car traffic had thinned out in this area as well, leaving only a small cluster of pedestrians around. On his side, there was only a man chattering away on the phone.
The light glowed red, defiant against the urgency of his journey. He glared at the light, wishing control over lights was in his repertoire of abilities. There was only a trickle of cars passing by, but far too many people around to zip in between the spaces. If he had the nerve to cross on red. Chloe had called him a Boy Scout for always waiting for light to change. A hearty laugh caught his attention brought his attention fully on the conversation happening next to him. The man was genial, chuckling often and answering only in the positive. Clark took this forced pause to make himself more presentable. After speeding through the air, his shirt was rumbled and his tie uneven, thrown off-centered from the knot. He smoothed his sleeves, not daring to look at his watch. The chatterbox approached from the side he was on, stepping off the curb when the white WALK figure blinked on. Clark followed him, taking long strides.
A gust of wind flittered by, whipping around a power line above the two men. Clark followed its length above him to the weak spot that swayed with the breeze. He hadn’t made it in time for the car accident that occurred at this same corner over a week ago and repair had yet to come. The power line threatened to fall directly atop the man’s slick hair any moment, causing Clark to pause his strides, unbeknownst to the man. Another gust of wind and it popped, dropping down to the street below, sparks raining from above. Clark pulled the man away from the sparks, causing him to stumble forward a few steps.
“Whoa.” The man stared at the sparks, shaking his head at the close call. Clark picked up the pieces to the man’s phone and held it out, his eyebrows knitted in sympathy.
“Sorry about your phone.” Clark put his hands in his pocket. The man took the pieces nonchalantly, tossing them into a city trashcan behind him. He returned his sharp gaze to Clark.
“Never mind my phone. You saved my life.” The man had a distinct accent that Clark couldn’t quite place. He tugged his suit jacket straight, seemingly unfazed by his near death experience.
“Anyone would have done it.” At this, the man laughed heartily, throwing his head back slightly.
“You’re not from here are you?” He questioned Clark’s selfless act. “I owe you one.” He reached into the silk lining of his jacket and pulled out a pen and his pocketbook. “Is $5000 okay?” The stranger held the pen on the line, awaiting an answer. Clark stammered and shook his head.
“No, it’s fine.” He chuckled nervously.
“Nonsense. Name your price.” The man said politely. He had a certain air about him as if he lived in a different world than everyone else. Clark stared at the pen poised in the man’s hand, ready to annotate any amount.
“I can’t accept that. It’s fine, really.” Clark held up his hand in decline. The man twisted his pen down and returned his pocketbook into his jacket.
“Well at least take my watch.” He unfastened his wristwatch and offered it to Clark. “I insist. I won’t be able to sleep at night without giving you something.” He smirked persuasively, willing Clark to accept. Clark took the watch from him and smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you.” He held out his hand for Clark to shake. Clark shook it, noticing a ring on his middle finger. They broke away before he could tell what was on the ring. The gentleman bade Clark a pleasant night and parted ways on the other side of the street. Clark continued on and finally made it to the entrance of the restaurant. He glanced inside at the patrons enjoying their dinners inside. As he got closer, he saw Chloe standing outside searching the around. When she spotted him, she smiled, something Clark could never get tired of seeing.
“Am I that late?” He said as he walked up to her.
“No, no. I tried to reach you to tell you that I couldn’t make dinner tonight. Olly just delivered a bunch of leads I have to follow. But I knew you were already on your way here so I waited.” She explained, her lips spreading back into an easy smile. She had been working hard these past couple of weeks but had managed to stay looking fresh-faced and rested. In fact, her skin glowed more now than ever.
“Oh.” He breathed out in relief, with only a tinge of sadness at his missed evening with her. She laid her hand on his forearm, giving a slight squeezed. She let go, the warmth leaving an impression through is shirt.
“Walk me to my car?” She turned her body slightly, inviting him to be her escort. Clark smiled and they walked together through the stream of people taking their place in the restaurant. “You look flustered.” She commented after some time. He scoffed under his breath but didn’t speak until they reached her compact car in the side parking lot. The lights reflected off the restaurant’s curtained windows at the beep of her key.
“There was an accident.” He said finally. She let go of the door handle as though it were on fire.
“Did anyone get hurt?” Her hair shook when she jerked her head to look at him. He shook his head and stepped down a small ramp.
“No, it was more of a…preventive action. There was a falling power line.” He set his hand on the roof of the car, coming down with a soft thump.
“So there are categories for rescues?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the side. She looked at his arm extending past her eye level. His shirt had came up slightly, showing the plated watch that was far too fancy for his taste. “Is that a new watch?”
“Uh…yeah.” He answered slowly, wanting to move his hand without appearing suspicious.
“When did you get it?” She inquired casually. Clark always wore the same watch and had been for years. Up until a few weeks ago when he broke it at the accident. He was actually depressed for a good amount of time considering it was a watch he was mourning. He tugged the sleeve down in vain.
“Just now.” He replied.
“Oh, so you were shopping?” Chloe teased with a twinkle of humor in her eyes. Clark squinted his eyes and made a pouted face playfully.
“No. The person I saved wanted me to have it.”
“Huh. Maybe I should get into the saving business.” She opened her door and slid in the comfortably, finding the ignition with her key. He leaned in once she rolled the window down.
“You already are.” Clark said quietly, hoping it made it more intimate for her. She raised shoulder, gazing up at him demurely and tapped her steering wheel with the tips of her nails. It didn’t show on his face, but his stomach was doing flips. Partly from the small bit of triumph he felt from rendering her speechless. The other part was solely under the influence of her presence and her smile. He didn’t get started with her sweet perfume.
“Not the right branch, obviously.” Chloe quipped, finally regaining her voice. She looked at him sideways and turned over the ignition.
“Breakfast? To make up for tonight?”
“As long as you have coffee.” She said very seriously.
“Of course.” He assured her with equal sobriety.
“Good night Clark.” She giggled and flashed him a final smile. Clark smiled back and brushed her cheek with chaste kiss. Her perfume wafted up into his nostrils, warm from her temperature. Clark stood up straight, stepping back onto the ramp as she began reversing the car.
“Good night.” He waved as she maneuvered out of the parking lot. With a final glance down at the shiny watch and walked into the in between space of the restaurant and the neighboring smoothie boutique, disappearing into the shadows.
To anyone who views this, please enjoy and take care of yourself!
**Oh, and, SIDE NOTE: What's the best place to post stories? I want to transition and I've looked into Blogger and Livejournal, but I don't which one would be best. Any thoughts?
Pairing: Chlark all the way!
Rating: PG-13
-Off the beaten path in AU land, sort of like something that happens in Chlark’s free time. (Although, most likely around Season 8.)
Short Summary: After a rescue, Clark is invited into a prestigious brotherhood. Meanwhile, Chloe is investigating a possible serial killer running loose in Metropolis with each of the victims missing a signet ring.
Clark rushed through the rotating doors of the Daily Planet, catching a mid-swing from someone exiting before him. He briskly walked down Main Street, dodging pedestrians and other obstructions that popped into his path. He was late again. He had been tardy twice this week for dinner with Chloe and this was his third strike. She playfully gave him a hard time but she didn’t mind. He felt guilty though for keeping her waiting for any amount of time. Their relationship was riddled with him keeping her waiting and he planned on ending this trend.
He wanted to full on running, but among the row of buildings he passed, standing strong as if guards shoulder to shoulder, there was nowhere for to break away. He continued to navigate his way through throngs of people mulling around the Metropolis night life, when he finally found relief in a side street. He blurred away, wind guzzling past him in a stream of blacks. He came down from his speed, stopping at the edge an alleyway near an intersection nearby the restaurant. The human and car traffic had thinned out in this area as well, leaving only a small cluster of pedestrians around. On his side, there was only a man chattering away on the phone.
The light glowed red, defiant against the urgency of his journey. He glared at the light, wishing control over lights was in his repertoire of abilities. There was only a trickle of cars passing by, but far too many people around to zip in between the spaces. If he had the nerve to cross on red. Chloe had called him a Boy Scout for always waiting for light to change. A hearty laugh caught his attention brought his attention fully on the conversation happening next to him. The man was genial, chuckling often and answering only in the positive. Clark took this forced pause to make himself more presentable. After speeding through the air, his shirt was rumbled and his tie uneven, thrown off-centered from the knot. He smoothed his sleeves, not daring to look at his watch. The chatterbox approached from the side he was on, stepping off the curb when the white WALK figure blinked on. Clark followed him, taking long strides.
A gust of wind flittered by, whipping around a power line above the two men. Clark followed its length above him to the weak spot that swayed with the breeze. He hadn’t made it in time for the car accident that occurred at this same corner over a week ago and repair had yet to come. The power line threatened to fall directly atop the man’s slick hair any moment, causing Clark to pause his strides, unbeknownst to the man. Another gust of wind and it popped, dropping down to the street below, sparks raining from above. Clark pulled the man away from the sparks, causing him to stumble forward a few steps.
“Whoa.” The man stared at the sparks, shaking his head at the close call. Clark picked up the pieces to the man’s phone and held it out, his eyebrows knitted in sympathy.
“Sorry about your phone.” Clark put his hands in his pocket. The man took the pieces nonchalantly, tossing them into a city trashcan behind him. He returned his sharp gaze to Clark.
“Never mind my phone. You saved my life.” The man had a distinct accent that Clark couldn’t quite place. He tugged his suit jacket straight, seemingly unfazed by his near death experience.
“Anyone would have done it.” At this, the man laughed heartily, throwing his head back slightly.
“You’re not from here are you?” He questioned Clark’s selfless act. “I owe you one.” He reached into the silk lining of his jacket and pulled out a pen and his pocketbook. “Is $5000 okay?” The stranger held the pen on the line, awaiting an answer. Clark stammered and shook his head.
“No, it’s fine.” He chuckled nervously.
“Nonsense. Name your price.” The man said politely. He had a certain air about him as if he lived in a different world than everyone else. Clark stared at the pen poised in the man’s hand, ready to annotate any amount.
“I can’t accept that. It’s fine, really.” Clark held up his hand in decline. The man twisted his pen down and returned his pocketbook into his jacket.
“Well at least take my watch.” He unfastened his wristwatch and offered it to Clark. “I insist. I won’t be able to sleep at night without giving you something.” He smirked persuasively, willing Clark to accept. Clark took the watch from him and smiled.
“Thank you.”
“Thank you.” He held out his hand for Clark to shake. Clark shook it, noticing a ring on his middle finger. They broke away before he could tell what was on the ring. The gentleman bade Clark a pleasant night and parted ways on the other side of the street. Clark continued on and finally made it to the entrance of the restaurant. He glanced inside at the patrons enjoying their dinners inside. As he got closer, he saw Chloe standing outside searching the around. When she spotted him, she smiled, something Clark could never get tired of seeing.
“Am I that late?” He said as he walked up to her.
“No, no. I tried to reach you to tell you that I couldn’t make dinner tonight. Olly just delivered a bunch of leads I have to follow. But I knew you were already on your way here so I waited.” She explained, her lips spreading back into an easy smile. She had been working hard these past couple of weeks but had managed to stay looking fresh-faced and rested. In fact, her skin glowed more now than ever.
“Oh.” He breathed out in relief, with only a tinge of sadness at his missed evening with her. She laid her hand on his forearm, giving a slight squeezed. She let go, the warmth leaving an impression through is shirt.
“Walk me to my car?” She turned her body slightly, inviting him to be her escort. Clark smiled and they walked together through the stream of people taking their place in the restaurant. “You look flustered.” She commented after some time. He scoffed under his breath but didn’t speak until they reached her compact car in the side parking lot. The lights reflected off the restaurant’s curtained windows at the beep of her key.
“There was an accident.” He said finally. She let go of the door handle as though it were on fire.
“Did anyone get hurt?” Her hair shook when she jerked her head to look at him. He shook his head and stepped down a small ramp.
“No, it was more of a…preventive action. There was a falling power line.” He set his hand on the roof of the car, coming down with a soft thump.
“So there are categories for rescues?” She crossed her arms and leaned against the side. She looked at his arm extending past her eye level. His shirt had came up slightly, showing the plated watch that was far too fancy for his taste. “Is that a new watch?”
“Uh…yeah.” He answered slowly, wanting to move his hand without appearing suspicious.
“When did you get it?” She inquired casually. Clark always wore the same watch and had been for years. Up until a few weeks ago when he broke it at the accident. He was actually depressed for a good amount of time considering it was a watch he was mourning. He tugged the sleeve down in vain.
“Just now.” He replied.
“Oh, so you were shopping?” Chloe teased with a twinkle of humor in her eyes. Clark squinted his eyes and made a pouted face playfully.
“No. The person I saved wanted me to have it.”
“Huh. Maybe I should get into the saving business.” She opened her door and slid in the comfortably, finding the ignition with her key. He leaned in once she rolled the window down.
“You already are.” Clark said quietly, hoping it made it more intimate for her. She raised shoulder, gazing up at him demurely and tapped her steering wheel with the tips of her nails. It didn’t show on his face, but his stomach was doing flips. Partly from the small bit of triumph he felt from rendering her speechless. The other part was solely under the influence of her presence and her smile. He didn’t get started with her sweet perfume.
“Not the right branch, obviously.” Chloe quipped, finally regaining her voice. She looked at him sideways and turned over the ignition.
“Breakfast? To make up for tonight?”
“As long as you have coffee.” She said very seriously.
“Of course.” He assured her with equal sobriety.
“Good night Clark.” She giggled and flashed him a final smile. Clark smiled back and brushed her cheek with chaste kiss. Her perfume wafted up into his nostrils, warm from her temperature. Clark stood up straight, stepping back onto the ramp as she began reversing the car.
“Good night.” He waved as she maneuvered out of the parking lot. With a final glance down at the shiny watch and walked into the in between space of the restaurant and the neighboring smoothie boutique, disappearing into the shadows.
To anyone who views this, please enjoy and take care of yourself!
**Oh, and, SIDE NOTE: What's the best place to post stories? I want to transition and I've looked into Blogger and Livejournal, but I don't which one would be best. Any thoughts?
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