The Way You
Summary: It's all how
you define the terms, in this case: creepy.
Rating: Hmmm. no sex, no violence, no adult situations but a few too many bad words. Fluff.
Disclaimer: None of the universe belongs to me. I dabble and do not get paid.
Spoilers: Season three or four for Smallville
Word Count: 100
"Shit," Chloe grabbed Lois's arm and started moving quickly. "He's wearing that creepy smile."
Lois followed but not silently. "Lionel Luther?"
Lois stopped in her tracks. "Give me a clue, would ya? I don't retreat if it's not needed."
"Hi Chloe, Lois." A figure appeared in front of them. "What's up?"
"Smallville," Lois waved. "Good. Chloe's freaking and's not telling me why."
"Really?" Clark Kent smiled.
Lois backed up a step and realized that Chloe had deserted.
Clark pulled a water balloon from behind his back. "Aren't you hot, Lois?"
"Smallville, don't. You'll regret… Smallville!"