Title: Displacement (1 of 6) Author: Nadia Mack Disclaimer: I Own Nothing Rating: PG-13 Summary: Their boyfriends are not who they seem to be. Author's Notes: Those of you that know me know that I can't stick to one storyline, and this particular plotline has been swimming in my head all night, it practically forced me to be told. So here it is. Don't worry, it's only six chapters.
She's a woman of many talents.
It's unfortunate that cooking isn't one of them.
"This is a disaster." She looked at the non-delicacy she attempted to make for the fourth time in two nights. "What am I doing wrong?"
"Maybe you're thinking too much"
"Great. The one time I'm actually taking something seriously, it blows up on my face. No pun intended"
Her companion laughed.
"Look at it this way, you've found four ways how not to make Italian cuisine"
"How very Benjamin Franklin of you"
He laughed again.
She frowned. "It's not funny." She threw her heating pads in the sink. "I don't see why you keep encouraging me to cook. I'm much more handy with a phone in one hand and a menu in the other."
"I can't help it." He grinned. "You look cute in an apron." He leaned down and kissed her. "And what's with the flour?" he asked, brows furrowed. She had flour all over herself.
He simply shook his head in amusement and leaned down to kiss her again, a gesture she was more than happy to return.
"I'll race you to the shower?"
She smirked. "You may be the king of the seas, but you're in my land now."
"Is that a challenge, Lane?"
"Depends. You up for it Curry?"
After a moment, he picked her up. "On second thought, let's go together"
He's a man of many talents.
He didn't think being a bad boyfriend would be one of them.
"It feels wrong sitting here with you playing video games when I should be spending time with Lana back in the dorms"
Chloe spun around from her seat, giving him a sympathetic look. Not all is well in the land of Lana and Clark.
"You two haven't been together like that for a while, huh?"
He nodded, albeit shyly. "Not since I got my powers back"
"Don't be. It never should've happened in the first place," he admits, sadly.
"I know how much you want to be with her. Have you guys talked about it yet?"
He shook his head. "I've been ignoring it"
"Yeah, skillfully, too"
He sighed. "I don't get it, Chloe. We worked so hard to be where we are, and now that we're together – It's not what I expected"
"Maybe that was your problem to begin with. It was always about expectations between the two of you. You've held each other at high esteem for so long; you never really gave yourselves a chance to fall in love. You already thought you loved her"
"I do love her," he shot back defiantly.
"Clark, who are you fooling? It's certainly isn't me. I've known you a long time. And I live with Lana. As your friend, I'm being honest and telling you what I see. You like to watch her, but it's obvious it doesn't feel the same way when you're with her"
"Great, so now I'm a stalker," he snarked, bitter.
"If my cousin were here, she would've riddled you with verbal bullets right now." She was even tempted to call her.
He chuckled, the first sound of him coming alive all night.
Chloe realized a couple of weeks ago that the only thing that seemed to lighten his mood since he and Lana had begun fighting, was mentioning Lois every chance she gets. It always did the trick for some odd reason.
She smiled to herself. Her older cousin can still put Clark in his place even when she's not around. She certainly wasn't surprised to see the three of them become close friends, even if in fact Lois didn't know everything about Clark.
What Lois knew was enough, and though Clark will never admit it, he was grateful for it.
Chloe looked back into her computer screen. One window had the Weather site in view. It looks like Smallville will be downing some heavy rain all night.
He watched the clothes on the weather map hover dangerously close to Smallville.
"I should run back over there, make sure nobody gets hurt in the storm"
She agreed. "Be careful Clark," she said, but once she looked back, he was already gone.
Back in Smallville…
Lois left the warm confines of her bed to watch her boyfriend stand out in the middle of the street in his boxers, soaked and wet. "You do realize it's pouring rain out there?" she asked loudly against the pouring rain, tightening her long rain coat in the process.
Arthur Curry loved the water.
"Come on! It feels great. Don't worry, I'll keep you warm." He smirked confidently back to her.
"That may be so but for how long?"
He jogged his way back to her, cupping her face with his hands and pulling her in for a deep kiss.
"You're getting me all wet." She smiled until she saw a flash of lightening hit something just beyond the distance. "Oh my god. Did you see that?"
"Yeah," he replied. "You stay here, I'm gonna go check it out"
"Relax." He lifted her one hand and brought it to his lips. "I'll be right back. I'm just gonna make sure that nobody was hurt." He let go and ran to the direction where they saw the lightning hit.
She watched him leave, a part of her worried that he could get hurt, and another glad that he cared enough to check it out.
As Arthur neared the destination, he caught the sight of a semi-truck flipped on its side in the middle of the road. He rushed for to help.
"Is anybody THERE?" he yelled, jumping up, he broke the passenger door easily. He saw the driver inside and he looked very hurt. "It's gonna be all right buddy, I'm gonna get you out of there." He had no idea if he was even alive.
Arthur turned and saw Clark standing behind him, drenched as much as he was. The Smallville native looked surprised to see him.
"What are you doing here?"
"Help me. There's a guy stuck inside"
Clark x-rayed through and saw the driver, he had several broken bones and moving him upright would no doubt cause some kind of irreparable damage.
"Wait!" He speeded to the other side of the fallen truck.
"What do you think you're doing?"
"The driver. He's hurt pretty bad. Get off, I have an idea." Arthur jumps off and met Clark on the side. "What's your plan – " before he could finish his question, Clark effortless lifted the trick from the side back to its rightful position.
Arthur stands, amazed.
"Bro, that was cool"
Clark didn't reply and went ahead to carefully remove the injured driver out of the truck, laying him down flat on the ground when another lightning strike hits the concrete ground besides them.
Unbeknownst to them both, beneath the asphalt, there were green meteorites below where the two young heroes stand, the lightning strike giving it a charge electrifying them both, throwing them apart.
Arthur was fazed from the shock. "What the hell was that?"
"I don't know." Clark blinked once. Then twice. He sees flashes in the distance. "Let's get out of here before they see us"
They both start to run, and Clark felt he wasn't running as fast as he should be. He slowed down when a force hit him, nearly knocking him unconscious.
He felt the bruise behind his head and noticed something strange.
They both stood, looking at one another. Shock evident on their faces.
Clark was looking at himself.
Arthur was doing the same.
This was not how they imagine their nights going.
To be continued…