Clark hates days like this. Days where the power of nature defeats anything and everything humans throw at it, snuffing out lives like nothing so much as a timid little match against the darkness. The flooding in the Northeast is crazy, day after day of rain with too few breaks inbetween to get a handle on things. Especially since he has to be twenty different places at once, and can't concentrate soley on the flooding when there's so much happening elsewhere in the world. It's like the planet saw his 'going global not-a-bluff' and raised him a few dozen disasters just to see if he was serious. He was.
The school bus sinking before all the children were off, and before he could get there, sort of takes tonight's cake.
And in the middle of all this, he's still trying to recover from the reunion. If things had gone as planned there, he would have spent the first night chatting with old classmates and staying out of the limelight. But
no, too easy. Instead he practically got a tickertape parade as the last football star to get the team to state and suffered through a horrible rendition of a Christmas Carol, only with a once-psychotic Kryptonian supercomputer, trying to shake him out of his mood with a couple of time trips. Because that was always fun, to see how badly he'd screwed things up. He still wasn't sure what to do with the idea that Oliver was miserable because he hadn't called. Or that Lois, years in the future, somehow knew about his powers and was actively helping with what he considered the worst disguise in history.
Really? Glasses and a bad haircut?
Not that Clark feels he can complain right about now, too busy to even check his voicemail, dirty from head to foot and in desperate want of a shower - at least until he wanders into his kitchen and finds a row of take-out boxes, soda, and Lois sprawled out on the couch in the living room with her laptop. Okay, then.
He performs the fastest quick-change caught on record, stashing his red jacket in a safe place, and then re-enters normally through the front door ... hopefully looking like he's been out bailing hay and not failing at being a superhero.
"Hey. What's the occasion?"
Tags: [verse] scout, [what] rp, [who] lois lane
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