Wie klaut man den Horizont meiner Schwester
Chapters: 1/2
Fandom: Lois & Clark: The New Adventures of Superman
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Lucy Lane/Jimmy Olsen, Clark Kent/Lois Lane
Characters: Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jimmy Olsen, Lucy Lane (DCU)
Additional Tags: Literary References & Allusions, Movie references galore, Road Trips
Summary:
Irgendwie machte dieser Anblick die ganze Sache mit einem Mal greifbar für Jimmy. Sie würden wirklich fahren! Sie würden wirklich einen Roadtrip machen! Einen Roadtrip nach Las Vegas! Ganz ohne sein Zutun wanderten seine Mundwinkel nach oben und legten ein breites Grinsen auf seine Züge. James Bartholomew Olsen würde endlich seinen Roadtrip bekommen! Er würde endlich auch diesen größten aller amerikanischen Initiationsriten auf dem Weg zum echten Mann durchlaufen... Wow!
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She was running...where exactly, she couldn't fathom, couldn't bring herself to care about the fact that she, being defenseless could potentially get murdered in cold blood, not when she felt that sensation of impending doom suffocating her, the terror running deep in her veins, her heart pounding.
Lois Lane was not one to shy away from danger. It was what excited her, chaos was what she was used to thriving on, it was what defined her life- what made it worth living for. But this was different - of course it was - she could feel it..the last thread of hope -slipping away from her clutch, the flashing lights from the battlefield nearly blinding her. She found her breath coming in pants, her eyes tearing up, limbs shaking..her entire world crumbling down into pieces, right in front of her eyes- and yet, she was totally and utterly helpless to do anything about it. Her frantic eyes had found the read and blue mass lying in the corner, right next to that terrifying beast- most disturbingly, motionless.
" Clark!"
Lois was so horror struck for a moment that she could only stay rooted to the spot, praying that her bloody mind was playing stupid tricks one her. This couldn't be real. She wouldn't allow it...
She finally willed enough strength to move to him, dizzy and feverish, for the first time-petrified of the unknown, of what awaited her. She managed to turn him around onto her lap, shaking hands immediately finding the face she loved so much. His skin was so frigid, and clammy. He had never felt so cold before. The soundless scream erupted from her throat of it's own accord...
Like a bucket of ice-cold water had been splashed on her, Lois jerked awake. She felt her forehead, feeling sick, her heart pounding loudly against her ribcage. She instinctively reached out next to her, and was further anguished on discovering the cold side of the bed. Slowly, she took in the familiar surroundings- the comfy bed with the silk comforter she was tangled in, the walls coated in warm beige illuminated from the table lamp, the cozy decor, the tall mahogany cupboard and the frigid bay windows against which snow was falling, heavily.
No. She kept telling herself. It was just the usual nightmare- her worst memory, in fact- the one which took pleasure in constantly haunting her..and yet- it had been so real, she could feel her throat constricting, her chest tightening. Her restless mind began conjuring up such bone-chilling imagery she couldn't manage to shut out.
She ran her hands through her hair, trying to pull herself together somehow and failing miserably. He would be here, he had to be here, or was he?
Tired of her internal debate, she decided to put an end to the dilemma; she was even more frustrated to find out the amount of effort it took to sit upright against the headboard, and that was when she was suddenly alerted to the wound on her left shoulder, the pain so tangible she was forced to recollect the unpleasant scenario she had found herself in before the bullet had brushed past her skin.
As if on cue, the door opened- and there stood Clark- in his casual flannel, looking quite worn out with dark circles quite visible under his eyes- he never got dark circles, he was Superman for God's sake- but alive. Miraculously, right in front of her. Unharmed.
The fatigue weakening her body, and her wobbling legs which threatened to give way beneath her, forgotten- all of a sudden, she collapsed straight into him, wrapping her petite frame against his muscular torso, arms wrapping around him as tight as she could muster.
"Lois!" He breathed into her hair.
She felt his steady heartbeat, as she buried herself deeper into him, letting his scent wrap around her- healing her. She once again reminded herself of how much her life revolved around him, and him alone.
"Honey.." he gently peeled back away from her, concern pooling in his mesmerizing blues, as he took in the sight of her, hand trailing down her cheek.
"Hey.." she managed weakly, instinctively melting into his touch.
"Is everything..."
"I'm fine.." she assured him, and herself, arms circling his neck, leaning her forehead agaist his, "Just a bad dream.."
He held her close, kissing her forehead as he murmured, "You scared the hell out of me.."
She knew they had to talk it through. She sensed apprehension, fear and worry- all in that one simple sentence, and felt the guilt creeping up her veins, already. But not right now. It had to wait.
"Clark..."
"I know." He whispered, delicately stroking an arm down her back, perfectly aware of her need for comfort.
"Stay."
"I'm not going anywhere, Lo!"
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