girl!clark snippet

[schmerica]

I hate Daylights Savings Time. It steals my hours and saps my soul.

I promised dammitcarl I would write and be productive yesterday, and what came out were weird girl!clark snippets.

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Clark set the crate of produce down on the kitchen counter and looked around the room. Lex came down to visit, sometimes, during the deliveries, but when he was busy he usually left a note. Clark didn't see one today.

There was a pitcher of lemonade out, though, and Clark poured himself a glass to drink before he went back home.

He choked on a large swallow as he heard Lex's icy voice behind him.

"Who are you?" The 'What the hell are you doing in my house?' was implied.

Clark turned around, coughing, and wiped his hands off on his cut-offs. "Um," he said. "Hi."

Lex stood in the doorway, leaning against the frame, arms crossed in front of his body. He looked down Clark's body with a slow gaze, and then back up to his eyes. Clark fought the urge to cross his arms in front of his breasts, and at the same time, the faint wish that they'd be a little more impressive. Like Clark's barely-B cup was worth a second glance, considering the sort of girls Lex hanged out with.

"Can I help you?" Lex said, in the same cool tone, distracting Clark back from his stupidity.

Clark had never heard Lex talk to *him* like that. Not while he was in control of his mind, at least.

"No, I was just-- I just dropped off the deliveries. From my-- the Kents. I was about to go." He put down the glass of lemonade on the counter. He'd spilt some on the floor, and he started to go get a sponge, but he remembered that he shouldn't know where they were.

"Again, may I ask who exactly you would be?"

Clark swallowed. "Sorry. I'm Claire -- Clark's cousin. I'm visiting from the summer, and Clark's staying with my dad in North Dakota while he's sick?" Clark was pretty sure his voice hadn't done that rising intonation thing when he was a boy.

An expression flashed in Lex's eyes for a second. "Clark's sick?"

"Oh! No. Um. My dad."

He really should be better at this, Clark thought.

"I see," Lex said, frowning. "Well, it was nice to meet you, Claire." Lex really didn't sound very sincere for the last part. At all. "Give my regards to Mr. and Mrs. Kent."

Clark stood still, feeling awkward, as Lex pushed himself upright.

"He wrote you a letter," Clark said suddenly, and Lex stopped still, midway through his turn away to leave. "Before he left. I didn't bring it with me today, but I will next time."

Lex paused before answering. "That's fine. You can bring that straight up to me," he said, and then he left.

Clark walked back out to the truck, frowning. He climbed into the cab, and started to go for the ignition, but stopped himself, instead resting his head back against the seat and looking the few inches up to the ceiling. It was farther away now than it was before.

"This really *sucks*," Clark said loudly.

The word sounded more natural in Claire's voice than it did in his.

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[devin-chain.livejournal.com]

Between you, Pru, and Jenn, I'm going to end up liking Clark. I didn't think I could do that after Rush. Amazing!