New Year's Eve
By Nan Smith
Rated: G

Disclaimer: The familiar characters and settings in this
story are not mine. They belong to DC Comics, Warner
Bros., December 3rd Productions and whoever else may
legally claim them. I'm only borrowing them for a little
while and am not profiting by their use.

This story follows the ending of "Best Laid Plans" by one
week. It's just a little piece of fluff, for the fun of it
and my New Year's present to everyone here.

Nan



New Year's Eve
By Nan Smith

Lois sat by the window of the Kent farmhouse, looking out
at the snowy lawn.

It had been snowing all day, but the snow had stopped
barely an hour ago, leaving the moon and stars shining down
from a cloudless sky on a snow-covered landscape so white
that it hurt the eyes, even at this hour.

From the other room, she could hear Martha Kent humming to
herself as she moved around the kitchen, and the occasional
clink of glassware. From the fireplace, red and gold, the
dancing light from a burning cedar log flickered ruddily
across the room. The warmth of the Kent family home
surrounded her. In the corner, the Christmas tree
glittered in the muted light. Martha had said that they
would have to take it down tomorrow, and this time she
could help as she had not been able to when the three Kents
had decorated it a week ago, although Clark had lifted her
so that she could have the honor of placing the star on the
very top.

On her finger, the modest diamond that Clark had given her
on Christmas Eve glinted with a tiny rainbow of refracted
lights. She turned her hand, watching the play of color,
smiling a little. It was the season for miracles, she
thought, not the least of which was that she was here in
Smallville with her family--her new family. Her mother was
in rehab again this year, her father was who-knew-where,
and her sister was off in California somewhere, "finding
herself". If not for Clark, she would have been sitting
alone in her apartment with only her fish for company--or
worse, she might have been in Paris as the fiancee of the
wealthy and powerful Lex Luthor, blindly unaware that he
was one of the world's richest and most successful
criminals.

But she wasn't. That was her own, personal miracle.

As she watched, a shadow crossed the moon and descended
swiftly toward the earth. With a movement as graceful as
any dancer's, Superman landed lightly on the snow-covered
lawn. He glanced up to see her watching him and a smile
lit his face. As he strode toward the front steps, his
form shimmered slightly, resolving itself into the figure
of Clark Kent. She started to rise, to open the door for
him, but before she could get to her feet the door opened
and he stepped inside, closing it behind him.

"Hi, honey." It was an ordinary enough greeting, but to
her it meant far more than the words. It meant that he had
the right to address her in that way; that they belonged
with each other. What could be more of a miracle than
that?

"How did everything go?" she asked.

He came forward to join her by the window, looking out at
the snowy landscape. Superman's footprints showed up
brightly in the otherwise pristine lawn, brilliant under
the moonlight.

"Metropolis is snowed completely under," he said. "But it
didn't stop everyone from ringing in the New Year in
Centennial Park. Superman said his piece and made sure the
celebration didn't get out of hand before midnight. He
even rescued a cat from a tree and caught a couple of
pickpockets who thought people might be enjoying themselves
so much at midnight that they'd get careless. He left the
party early, though--to celebrate his own, personal New
Year."

"I hoped you'd get here before midnight," she said.

He glanced at his watch. "With a good five minutes to
spare," he said. "I wasn't about to be late. We have the
beginning of a brand new year together to toast."

There was a slight stir from the direction of the kitchen
and Martha Kent, followed by Jonathan, entered the living
room. She was carrying a tray of champagne glasses with
great care, and Lois could see the amber liquid sparkling
merrily in them.

"Turn on the television, Jonathan," she commanded. "The
Topeka station will be doing the countdown."

Her husband hurried to obey, and a few seconds later the
sound of the announcer's voice, nearly drowned out by music
and the cheers and shouts of New Year's revelers, filled
the room. At the bottom of the screen, a digital readout
was counting down the minutes and seconds until midnight.

"Three minutes," Jonathan said. "Everybody better get a
glass. Clark brought this champagne home from France
especially for this occasion."

Clark selected one for Lois and one for himself as the
countdown continued. Lois accepted it with a smile.

Jonathan lifted his glass. "I have a toast," he said. "To
Lois and Clark--'And they lived happily ever after'."

Martha smiled. "To my new daughter," she said.

"To my new family," Lois said, remembering what she had
been thinking about a few minutes earlier.

Clark glanced at the television, and Lois saw that the
countdown clock was down to only a few remaining seconds.
"To a new beginning," he said.

The clock reached zero and the crowd on the television
raised a cheer. Fireworks and glittering confetti filled
the screen.

"Happy New Year, everybody," Jonathan said. Together, they
drank the champagne.

The End

Happy New Year, everyone!

Nan
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