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Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 2

"Wow, who is that?” 

Angela is currently gawking at the man who is now walking in her direction. Brennan shrugs, but turns to the man. 

“Can we help you?” Brennan asks. 

“Yes, I’m looking for my friend.” 

Angela smiles.

“Cute, and an accent. I’m Angela. Nice to meet you.” She holds out her hand, and he takes it with a grin. 

“Pleasure to meet you. I’m Tom, but my friends call me-” 

“Loki?” 

You’re clearly surprised when you walk over and he releases Angela’s hand as he turns to you. A smile works its way on your face. 

“I was in the neighborhood, I figured I would grace you with my presence.” He jokes.

Loki has always been someone who does as he pleases. You can’t help but laugh as you recall some of the craziness you used to get up to. 

“Is there somewhere we can talk?”

“Of course. There’s a diner close by. We can head over.” 

Loki nods, turning back to your friends. 

“It’s been a pleasure.” 

“Likewise.” Angela responds. 

“If a case comes in just text me.” You advise. 

Angela nods, “Honey don’t worry about it, enjoy time with your English friend.” 

She shoos you away, and you giggle, guiding Loki out the institute. As you’re walking down the halls, you don’t catch sight of a certain psychologist that watches the both of you exit the building. 

~

“You’ve built a very comfortable life here. I’m impressed that you’ve blended in so effortlessly with the mortals.” 

You grin, sipping at your coffee. 

“This century has taken a bit of adjusting, but I think I’ve gotten it down. So why are you really in town Loki? Have you agitated your brother again.” He just chuckles. 

“No such thing. I was merely in the area and I felt your stream of energy. I also picked up on a familiar pattern. Are you aware that there is a reincarnation nearby.” 

You lowered your cup. 

“Can you sense him?” 

“Yes. From that statement I take it that you’ve already met them. Who is it?” 

You grip the cup. 

“It is Aether.” 

Loki’s playful smile drops. 

“I..I apologize for my insensitivity. I was not aware.” 

You shake your head. 

“It’s alright. It was a shock at first, but now I believe it might be destiny.” 

Loki is happy with the hopeful expression you wear.

“Have you already approached him? If I recall you always had a hard time keeping your hands off the god.” 

Your cheeks flush, because Loki often caught the both of you in some compromising positions. It was poor timing on his part. 

“It is a work in progress. He’s aware of my attraction but I have not exactly made a move. I don’t want to scare him away.”

“You can be a bit intimidating.” 

“Be quiet.” You grumble now hiding behind your cup. Loki  just laughs. 

For the remainder of his time there, Loki meets all your coworkers. Brennan is a bit enamored because Loki is very much a bookworm. He has knowledge that spans over multiple universes, multiple timelines. He’s currently engaging Angela, Brennan and Camille. 

He is a bit of a charmer. 

Sweets had stopped by to say hello. Obviously spotting the taller male. 

“So who’s the handsome guy?” 

Sweets hopes that you can’t spot the jealousy in his tone.

“Handsome guy?” 

You question. He nudges his head in Brennan’s direction. All three women are surrounding him like a piece of meat.

“Oh, Loki. He’s a friend of mine. I guess he’s one of theirs now too.” You joke. 

Sweets nods. 

“I’m guessing that the both of you are fairly close.” 

“Yeah, we’re really close.” 

You’re answering without really paying mind to the questions. So you don’t see the little glances Sweets sends you. 

“So how close are we talking?” 

You finally turn to him, and he flushes. 

“I-It’s really none of my business who you’re interested in!” He says hurriedly. 

It’s then that you seem to get why he’s been so curious. 

“I don’t see Loki romantically. He’s a friend. He’s known me for years.” 

Milenia actually. 

“I see, well alright.” 

Now he looks a bit more relaxed and you can’t hide your smile. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous, Dr. Lance.” 

The little jab causes color to rush to his cheeks and you walk away with a giggle as you join the conversation that Loki is having with the other attentive scientists. 

The day runs by easily, and when it’s time to leave, Loki escorts you out. As you make your way to the elevator of the FBI, you run into Sweets.

“Oh, I didn’t realize you were both still here.” He states. 

“I was wrapping up some case files.” 

Loki turns to Sweets.

“I don’t believe we’ve had the pleasure of meeting, Tom but you can call me Loki.” 

“Dr. Lance Sweets. I find it interesting that you relate with a god that was notorious for mischief and schemes. One would think that you associate those attributes with your own self image. By those means, a god complex.” 

Loki wears a smile. You know Sweets can’t really turn off that part of his brain. He seems to take a step back. Because his entire evaluation sounds a bit accusatory. 

“I apologize, I didn’t mean that in a judgemental manner.” 

Loki shakes his head with a smile. 

“No harm done Doctor. You remind me of a dear friend I had. He was quite the same.” 

Loki loves to tease. That’s why when you all step out the elevator, he leans over, placing a kiss on your cheek. 

“It was nice seeing you again (Y/N).” He sends a smirk in Sweets direction and you roll your eyes at his antics as he casually walks away. 

“Until next time!” 

He calls. 

Just like that he’s out the door. 

“Please don’t pay attention to him. He enjoys messing with people. Hence the nickname.” 

It’s not like you can tell him he’s the actual god of mischief.

“I’m starting to see that.” Sweets comments. 

His eyes move back to you, and you watch him curiously. 

“Is something wrong?” 

He shakes his head. 

“I guess I’m just still a little thrown by your previous confession.” 

So that’s it. Nothing has really been said since that night. You were grateful that he hadn’t straight out started to avoid you. 

“Maybe I should be less forward about certain things.” You offer with a smile. One that he returns. 

“I appreciate the honesty.” 

“I appreciate you not avoiding me.” 

This time he laughs and you join in. 

This is clearly a step in the right direction. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 21

The first thing you register is the lack of contact.

When you open your eyes, Clark and Harry are nowhere in sight.

Not that you’re surprised.

You try your best to focus.

On your surroundings, the feeling, Harry’s words.

“I believe in you.”

“I’ve got this.”

You have to conquer this, if nothing but to keep your own sanity. Letting out a breath, you take in the environment. Try to spot something familiar. Looking down, you’re surprised, your clothes have changed.

“Where am I?”

You turn in a circle, watching the space in front of you. It looks like you’re in a town, fairly similar to Smallville. You take some hesitant steps forward, down the path.

The old poster on the walls, the dated clothing that everyone seemed to be wearing. It’s not making any sense, not until you see the sign.

“The Talon.. “

You never thought you’d feel so happy to see something so simple. It appears you’re still in Smallville. Grinning you take off in a sprint, ignoring the stares that follow you.

~~

“She’s gone..”

Harry knew he was the one to encourage you, but it was terrifying, not knowing where you were. What would happen to you or if you would come back. He would never forgive himself if you got hurt.

Harry turns and Clark looks just as devastated.

“She’s going to be okay.” Clark looks over at Harry’s statement.

“It’s not a matter of what I hope, it’s faith. (Y/N) is strong. She’s going to come back.”

Harry’s firm words make a smile rise on Clark’s face. It’s obvious that he noticed the fear and decided to console. As stoic as Harry looks sometimes, he cares. More than he likes to show sometimes.

“Where do you think she ended up this time? Clark asks.

“Probably somewhere she feels at home, somewhere safe.”

It’s all he can hope for.

“Clark.”

Now that it’s just the two of them it seems appropriate to ask.

“Are you really an alien?”

Clark’s entire gait changes. His shoulders set almost protectively. It’s obvious this is a touchy subject.

“I wasn’t exactly born in Smallville.”

Harry watches him carefully, possibly waiting for someone to jump out and tell him it’s a prank. But even he knows better than that. If anything, Harry has to say that he’s indebted to Clark, because time and time again he’s shown up and done his best to keep you safe.

Your first meeting when you were both taken. That entire period when you were trying to figure out what to do about Aaron’s sudden arrival.

Now when you’re probably jumping through who knows how many realities.

“You love her.”

That’s not what Clark expects. Now his unease turns to bashfulness.

“I-I well I..you see I..”

Clark can’t get the words out. Despite the circumstances, Harry can’t help but smile. It’s clear Clark hasn’t said those words to you.

“Please just..don’t say anything to her. She’s been through a lot and I..I don’t think I could deal with losing her again.”

With so much still uncertain, when he finally sees you, he’d like nothing more than to confess it all, but it’s terrifying. Almost as terrifying as truly losing you.

“I won’t tell her.” Harry assures.

It’s not his place to tell you that. Clark has good intuition, he’ll know when the right moment is.

“Just remember, she loves me the most.”

Harry adjusts his glasses, and Clark actually laughs, because he makes it sound like a competition. He supposed he wouldn’t mind losing to Harry in that department. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 20

You’ve been trying to figure out what this means. 

Your intention was to go to Harry, but you aren’t sure what exactly you can say. So your decision is to just make it through this last class. With the weekend coming up, it’ll give you a window to work through all of this. 

That’s why that morning when you left you were determined to keep yourself grounded. Maybe if you divert your focus you won’t shift into some other reality again. 

Yet, even now as the teacher is droning on about some lesson but you can’t focus. 

Your vision is struggling to stay on the board, and you massage your eyelids. 

It’s getting harder.

“Where did you come from!!” 

You jump at the yell, and the students in your general area back up at your presence. There’s a boy sitting right next to you. He looks more intrigued than scared. 

“Peter, get away from her!!” 

A girl calls. 

He moves out of his seat. 

“You don’t have to be scared, I know you’re not bad. Spider sense.” He whispers. 

“Spider Sense.. A-Are you..Peter Parker?” 

He’s shocked. 

“You know my name..” 

You feel as though you’re going to hyperventilate. 

“Ms Wells, Ms.Wells Ms. Wells!” 

Your gasp, looking up, and all eyes in the room are trained in you. 

Clark is sitting at your side, and he watches you with worry. You swallow, massaging the bridge of your nose. 

“I-I’m sorry, I don’t feel too well.” 

Concern flashes in the teacher’s eyes.

Clark stands.

“I’ll take her to the nurse’s office.” Your teacher nods. 

“Y-Yes, thank you Mr. Kent.” 

Clark moves to your side immediately, helping you to your feet, You stand. 

“I’m sorry.” 

She shakes her head. 

“No need to apologize. Please just worry about getting better. “ Clark guides you out of the classroom. 

Walking through the hallway, you straighten, and Clark pulls his hands away hesitantly when you look unaffected. 

“(Y/N) are you okay?” 

“I’m fine, I just needed to get out of class. Clark, we need to make an excuse to leave early. Something is..something is happening.” 

He needs no more considering. From your tone, it’s clear that this is serious. 

So with the permission of the school, you both left. 

Clark hasn’t taken his eyes off you for a second. 

The minute you get through your door, you’re looking for Harry. 

He lifts his head, clearly confused as to why you’re home so early. His laptop is set in front of him and the second he catches wind of Clark’s worried expression he races to your side. 

“What’s wrong!” 

The wind has tossed your hair. Despite your uncertainty in this situation, you still wear a smile. Harry has proved time again that he’ll drop everything to protect you. 

You take a breath, guiding him to the couch. He follows and so does Clark. When you’re all seated you finally speak. 

“I think Aaron did something, triggered something in my body.” 

You play with the hem of your shirt. 

“I know I should have said something sooner but I wasn’t really sure how to say it. I think I might be..I think I might be traveling between realities.”

You know how crazy it sounds, and more than anything you want it to be a dream, but you had all literally seen a transparent apparition of your father. 

“Harry, the theory of the multiverse, is it real?” 

He stares in awe. He’d written about a lot in his time, but a lot of his works were theory at best. When he published that book, it was way before he could run at the speed of light. Although he hasn’t actually traveled through reality, he hasn’t completely abandoned the idea. There was so much he was still learning about his own power. 

“I..I always theorized, but I’ve never, I’ve never had proof.” 

You run a hand through your hair. 

“I think it’s possible. Harry I’ve been time traveling, or leaping or something. Whatever Aaron did it unlocked something. First at Star Labs and then in the library, now at school. It keeps happening.  I don’t know what’s going on, I don’t know how to control it. I-I’m scared..” 

You seem a bit panicked and Clark takes your hand. He can’t really get rid of it. Your fears. 

Harry wishes he could just tell you that it’ll all be alright that he’ll protect you. But he can’t promise that. 

What he realizes is that he can’t hope to protect you from everything. He needs to equip you to protect yourself. So that what happened with Aaron, it never occurs again. 

Harry swallows. 

“I need you to do it again. To jump.” 

The request makes your eyes crazy. 

“W-What! N-No I can’t!” I’ve just barely gotten it to stop. If I stop thinking for a moment I could get lost again. I can’t Harry, I can’t!” 

You stand and he rises, taking your shoulder. 

“Listen to me (Y/N), you know I’d never let anything happen to you if it were within my power. But I can’t protect you. Not from this. You need to jump. Whatever he did, you can control it. The both of you are blood. You must have similar abilities. You have to tap into it. It’s the only way you can hope to gain control.” 

You’re on the verge of tears. 

“W-What if..what if I do and it turns me into him. What if I become a monster..” 

The very thought is frightening, and Harry smiles, wiping the single tear that runs down your cheek. 

“I have faith in you. You’re my sister and I trust you. I trust your ability. You can do this.” 

His encouragement is any if not motivating. You mirror his smile a bit shakily and Harry presses his forehead against your own. 

With an even breath, you nod slowly, closing your eyes. 

You just barely feel Clark’s hand on your shoulder right before all the sound in the room fades out. 

“I believe in you.”

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 5 -Final

Diana had decided to take the following day off and spend some time with you. Possibly discover what other abilities you might have. She’s talking, but you can’t quite focus. Because the thought of kissing Clark again seems to be the only thing on your mind.

“Are you alright?”

You flinch, nodding quickly.

“Yes! I’m sorry. Go on.”

Diana narrows her eyes with a playful smile.

“I’ve never seen you like this. Does it have anything to do with a certain boy?”

You frown, because you supposed this is what you should expect from an older sister.

“It’s nothing Diana.”

You try to brush it off, but from the look on her face, she’s not going to let it go until you tell her. If you’re being honest you have no idea what to do. You’ve always been careful about keeping that distance. You can cripple a man with your bare hands. Safe to say you haven’t been out there pursuing relationships. It’s also still a bit weird considering that you spent most of your life on an island with only women.

The opposite sex has always been a minefield and the ones you typically run into usually are the ones you want to punch in the face.

The knock at your door interrupts you, and Diana stands, heading for the door. The moment she opens it, you can almost see the smile from across the room as she speaks.

“It’s Clark.”

You wish you could just become invisible.

Maybe that’s one of your powers.

She welcomes him in, excusing herself with a playful smile. You roll your eyes, clearly displeased with her lack of tact.

Now that he’s standing right there it just makes it harder.

Clark looks just as uncomfortable as you. Dropping your head, you sigh.

“I’m sorry for running.” You mutter.

More specifically, flying right out of his barn window.

Of course he predicts the apology.

He decides to take a seat in hopes that it will help him feel more settled.

“It’s okay. I guess I would have done the same.”

He laughs, but it’s a bit awkward. There’s no way to talk about this in a way that it’s not. Truthfully you’re just curious as to why. He knows practically everything about you yet he still kissed you.

Logically, that doesn’t make sense.

At least not to you.

“Doesn’t this..bother you?”

You can’t help but ask the question.

Clark is far from normal, but even he should have reservations about your situation.

“You mean because you’re a demigod?”

“Yes.”

“Why does it matter?”

You stare at him in disbelief. He’s talking as if it’s a condiment on your food or a rock in someone’s shoe.

Clark tries to move closer, and it’s almost your instinct now to flee. Because around him you can’t seem to control your emotions. He pauses, noticing your need to keep a distance.

“Do you care that I’m Kryptonian?”

“Not really.”

That doesn’t really matter.

“Then why would it be a problem? Shouldn’t I give you the same benefit that you’re giving me?”

His rationalizations make sense. You know that. But it still feels like a lot.

“I don’t care about any of it. You’re the only thing that matters.”

The sincerity behind those words actually make you blush.

You look away.

“This is..strange..”

You’ve never really met a boy that you didn’t want to punch.

Clark smiles at the little furrow in your brows.

“You’ve never been kissed before, have you?”

You bit your lip, shaking your head, refusing to look at him.

“I’ve never had a desire to but that day I…”

Your hand moves to your lips.

“I liked it.”

You admit bashfully.

He’s happy with that statement.

“Do you want to try again?”

It’s a bit of a whisper and you swallow, looking up when he’s managed to close the little distance. He’s right in front of you. His arms settle on your shoulder, and this time it’s much harder to get rid of the redness of your cheeks.

“I-I don’t know how to mph-”

He kisses you softly, and you let out an involuntary moan. Clark smiles against your lips, pulling you close. You love it. The feel of him, of this. It’s amazing. Otherworldly. You never realized how good such human activities felt. You always just summed it up to their often primitive behavior. But you never considered a lot. Like how similar you are to them.

Control is not your strong suit either.

Clark parts after a few heated seconds, and you’re left trying to even your breathing. He hasn’t fully pulled away.

“I can teach you everything..”

He whispers against your lips.

You gulp.

Surely you have a lot to learn.

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Lance Sweets (Bones)- Short Story : Chapter 1

Life for you has always been just a thing to go through.

Living as long as you have, there was very little that took you by surprise. There was a certain predictability that came with humanity. There has been a time where you recall being happy. Truly effortlessly happy. 

You had friends and someone you loved more than your own existence.

But that was centuries ago. 

You’d learn to adapt to the changes. Ran through many professions. 

This century had honestly been the most alive you felt since that time. 

That’s why you promised yourself you would protect this group. They were too precious to lose.

“Booth, I’m serious, the results confirm the origin.” 

“It’s not possible, Bones. Are you saying this person lived way back when. His remains should be dust.” 

Brennan went on to explain that there were certain ways to preserve human remains. Although when your eyes landed on the bones before you on the table, you couldn’t stop the smile. She’d already laid out some characteristics of the unidentified individual. 

Your smile caught their attention. 

“You're kind of creeping us out there (Y/N).” 

The moment you realized, you shook your head. 

“I’m sorry. This description, it just reminds me of a friend I had. Someone I was very fond of. “ You explained. 

Brennan seems to understand and she mirrors your smile. It’s not often that she understands the modern comments or traditions, but when it comes to bones, she tends to see a lot more of the individual.

“This person was loved very much, I can feel it.” You state. 

Booth wore a similar smile. He didn’t question who it was you meant. He just understood it was someone important to you. 

“Well, I have to get going. I’m supposed to meet that psychologist today.” 

You hadn’t been here when Lance Sweets joined the team dynamic. Since he was asked to assess the entire squad, it was your turn to meet and keep him updated on any changes in your lifestyle after you return from your assignment in Washington. 

“Don’t let him bore you with his shrink talk!” Booth calls. 

You laugh, waving him off as you head out. 

It’s been a long time since you’ve truly felt like you were a part of a family. Working as an agent with the Jeffersonian was purely luck. Loving these people, well, that was a choice. It’s taken you quite a bit to get back to a point where you felt comfortable enough to let anyone in. You’re protective of them. That’s why this meeting needs to go well. The last thing you want is for anything in your life to change. 

The trip to Sweet’s office isn’t long. 

When you’re standing at the door, you knock. 

“Come in.” 

You push it open, stepping inside with a smile.

That expression immediately changes once you take in the face of the man before you.

“Aether..” 

You’re a bit frozen in place. 

“You’re quite beautiful.” 

“Flattery doesn’t work on me. Especially from a god.” 

His dark curls looked soft to the touch. Despite your statement, you couldn’t deny that he was remarkably charming. It wasn’t common for you to mingle with gods. You usually stick to yourself. Observing and enjoying nature.

“I apologize if I come off as too straightforward. I’ve seen you here conversing with the humans. I initially thought that you were one of them. I’ll admit that I was enamored with you. Now that we are speaking it’s clear that you are something more.” 

“I am me. That is all.” 

You turned your attention back to the waves before you as the sea remained calm in the afternoon light. 

The male stepped forward.

“My name is Aether. It’s a pleasure to meet you.” 

“Ms, (L/N)? Are you alright?” 

You blinked, because it seems your little trip down memory lane had distracted you. He’s standing right there and you realize that you need to collect yourself. 

“Y-Yes. I’m sorry. Please just call me (Y/N), it’s nice to meet you.” 

You do your best to cover it up with a smile as you hold out your hand. You’re very aware of his capabilities, so it’s expected that he’s going to revisit this. He takes your outstretched hand, and you do your best to ignore the streams of electricity that rush through your fingertips. You feel as though you’re drowning and flying at the very same time. Because you remember those sparks as if it were yesterday. 

It was impossible to ever forget. 

“Dr. Lance Sweets. I hope we can work well together. “ 

“So do I.” 

The encounter had you reeling. 

For one you were astonished that the love of your life had somehow managed to be reincarnated. It’s not like the possibility was unheard of. You’ve just lived through many decades without ever seeing any other variations. You never even considered it. Seeing him again. It was a bit painful. Being a complete stranger to him. 

The first few weeks of being there you found yourself forcing a smile, or limiting your interactions in a way that he wouldn’t notice. The last thing you needed was his suspicions. You were adamant on doing this job. You’ve finally found people that made life worth living again. You had no intention of giving it up. 

“He’s the personification of the bright upper sky. According to Hesiod, he was the son of Erebus and Nyx, and the brother of Hemera. In Orphic cosmogony Aether was the offspring of Chronos, and the brother of Chaos and Erebus.” 

The conversation you walk in on is not what you expect. 

“Are you talking about Aether?” 

Brennan’s face lights up the second you mention it. 

“Yes, are you familiar with the mythology?” 

More familiar than she realizes. 

“Yeah. I was a bit of a Greek geek back in college. The stories were actually very educational.” 

“See Booth, it’s not boring. (Y/N) likes it too.” 

He just rolled his eyes dramatically. 

“Please, who wants to talk about a bunch of guys running around in robes and having sex with everyone they know.” 

“That’s actually a poor depiction of what the Greek gods were. That fact that you’ve retained such an image speaks a lot about how you see mythology as opposed to your own faith and beliefs.” 

Sweets walks over, obviously catching the end of the conversation. Booth just sends Sweets that look when he’s annoyed with his observations. 

Sweets is standing right next to you, wearing that smile that he has when he’s called over to give his insight on a case. You try your best not to stare. It’s increasingly hard when the second he’s by your side your brain runs through all those memories. 

“You’ve never been in the water?” 

Aether laughs. 

“I’m associated with the wind, we don’t typically manipulate the other elements. I’ve also only recently been on this plane. There is a lot I haven’t done.” 

You’re surprised to say the least. Sitting at the beach, you stare at the waves. You’ve always been taken with everything that nature has to offer. Given that you’ve been on the planet for what feels like eternity, there is very little that you haven’t done. 

“I suppose I could offer you assistance. Show you all the sights. Is there something particular that you’ve been longing to experience?” 

He turns to you, eyes relishing in the curiosity behind your stare. You look completely willing to fulfill any request. 

“There is something that has recently caught my attention. It is a human custom. I believe it is called kissing.” 

Your eyes widen at the request and you look away almost instantly. Your ears feel as if they are burning with heat. 

“T-That is a custom done to people that you hold romantic feelings for. It is undesirable to kiss someone just for the sake of doing it.” 

You still refuse to look at him, and when his hand lands right over the top of yours, you’re convinced that he can almost hear your thoughts. 

“I’m positive that I’ve been very clear about how I feel for you.”

You’d like to deny it, but you’ve felt the same way since the moment that you met him. It’s infuriating how much you feel. Because you’ve seen and done so much that he could only dream of. Yet you’ve never encountered emotions so strong. Not like this. Not with anyone but him. 

“Am I alone?” 

His inquiry is almost a whisper, and you bit your bottom lip, shaking your head slowly. You still avoid eye contact. 

“You are..not alone..” You confess. 

His smile brightens, and he gives your hand a soft squeeze.

“I’m glad.” 

Back then it always felt like he could see right through you. It was both agitating and invigorating. 

You tune back into the conversation when Booth makes a statement. 

“It’s almost as entertaining as listening to Sweets run about his shrink stuff.” 

“I think it’s nice to understand the how and why sometimes. Even if it is psychology.” 

Sweets smiles. 

“Thank you (Y/N), it’s good to know that at least some people recognize my contributions.”

“She’s just saying that because she doesn’t want to hurt your feelings.” 

“That’s hurtful.” Sweets says in which Booth just grins. 

It’s safe to say that Sweets’s presence has added a bit of a comedic flare to the group. He’s relentless in his efforts to help Booth and Brennan function to the best of their abilities while making his own scientific discoveries. 

Hodgins tends to say that he just likes the entertainment the pair brings. 

Given how tragic the stories that you discover on the job, it’s nice to know there could still be highlights. 

Your most recent case is a bit of a minefield. 

This is the first time Booth has requested that Sweets conduct the interview. You’re just there as a back up. 

The suspect sitting before you is a bit unpredictable. 

“If you know I did it, why am I still here?” 

Sweets says nothing just watches him. You’re not sure what angle he’s using, but it’s clearly working, because James seems to be more agitated by the second. 

“Are you mocking me?!” 

Neither of you expect him to yank his way out of the cuffs. He jumps to his feet and lounges for Sweets. Maybe it’s instinct on your part, but you fire a punch and his head makes a sharp whip to the left. His eyes rolled back and he hunched forward on the table. Booth and Brennan have already rushed into the room with two other officers. 

You immediately turn to Sweets, placing your hand on his shoulder as you search for an injury. 

“Are you alright?!” 

He hadn’t even gotten a chance to touch Sweets, but you’re still worried. 

Sweets nods, still clearly a bit on edge. 

“Y-You knocked him out cold..” He mutters.

You pull away, turning and Booth just grins with a thumbs up. 

“Nice shot.” 

You sigh heavily. 

“You’re terrible Booth.” 

He just starts laughing and Brennan looks equally as impressed. 

Surely you would never tire of them. 

During the course of a month, you’ve gotten a better handle on your emotions and strength. After the whole one punch fiasco, you lectured yourself to be careful. Everyone had basically chalked it up to adrenaline, so you were in the clear. But that could have just as easily been perceived differently.

It’s a bit unnerving, you know that Sweets is different. 

He’s Aether, but he also isn’t. 

Although you process this, the thought of anything happening to him has you weary.

“It’s beautiful isn’t it?” 

You nod as you both walk through the village. 

“Someday they may all perish. Despite knowing this, they still enjoy life to the fullest. It’s remarkable. Humanity never ceases to surprise me.” 

He tends to go on these little rambles when he makes a new discovery. Like the first time he’d seen a group of villagers create a fire, he looked astonished. He couldn’t stop smiling the entire day. It was hard to look at him and not want to kiss those perfectly pink lips. Enjoy the brightness and warmth those chocolate hues provide. 

“These thoughts have been plaguing me..” 

The both of you haven’t truly shared even a kiss. Aether is respectful and clearly patient. Because despite his often straightforward confessions, he’s never made a move. He respects you, and you admire him. But you feel anxious. Because this feeling is unlike anything you’ve ever felt and you aren’t truly sure how to approach the situation without evaporating into dust. 

The frustration of the situation has begun to manifest in your thoughts, your dreams..

“We’re here, are you alright?” 

You blink, noticing that you in fact have arrived at your destination. You’re standing in front of your small hut. You nod, opening the door as you invite him in like you’ve done many times before. 

“I apologize, I’ve been distracted as of late.” 

“I’m sorry to hear that. Is it something that I can help with?” 

He’s so attentive and it just makes you want to grab him and do unthinkable things. 

This is irritating. 

“It’s your fault!” 

You don’t mean to snap and he looks worried and confused. 

“My fault?” 

“Yes, you’re consuming my every thought. I’ve never cared much for gods, but I can’t stop thinking about you. Do you understand how frustrating that is!” 

The recognition passes over his features, and his eyes soften in that manner that only happens when he’s looking at you. 

Further proving your point. 

“The way you gaze at me with such fondness, it’s disarming..” You express, softly. 

Aether moves closer, and you tell yourself you should look away, but it is impossible. 

“I have felt the very same way since the moment I laid eyes on you.” 

He reaches out for you, hesitant at first. But the moment his hand touches your face, you melt and he lets out a soft sigh of relief. His smile emits excitement. 

“Is this alright? Is it okay for me to touch you this way?” 

You realize then that your meeting where he’d expressed his interest in kissing you, he’s been careful. He took all your words into consideration. 

“It is alright for you to touch me.” You confirm. 

His smile grows bigger, and he cups your cheeks, pressing his forehead to your own. 

“I’m content with this.” 

He says emitting nothing but elation. You swallow, shaking your head. 

“I am not.” 

He pulls back slowly, and the heat you display must speak for itself. 

“I want more..” 

Aether’s eyes drift to your lips, and you take notice of the way he gulps. He looks more than a little eager. 

His lips descend on yours slowly. 

Carefully. 

The entire moment is what you assumed a miracle to be. He pulls back letting out a shaky breath, but you grip at his robes to ensure he doesn’t get too far away. 

“More..” 

You insist.

He nods and this time when your lips join, it’s much more firm. You feel as if you’re being consumed by him. His hands circle your body, and you know it’s impossible to pretend that he isn’t everything that you’ve ever dreamed of. 

All those moments you shared with him, it’s impossible to just banish them. It’s a bit comforting that despite the centuries that have passed, you still feel the same. It’s clear that there is only one person in the world you’re destined for and that’s him. 

It will always be him, regardless of what time you’re in.

Your most recent visit to Sweet’s office is your scheduled evaluation. 

You take a seat, ready to hear whatever he has to say. For the first few minutes you just look as he goes over some of your files. Your assignment in Washington was assistance on a serial killer that you’d faced a few years ago. The BAU has requested you specifically since you were the only one who’d gotten close to catching the man. 

The end result was better than expected considering that he’d kill over a dozen people before he was stopped. There’s always a sense of accomplishment when you stop a really bad man. 

You return your focus to Sweets who still seems on a short rant. Your expression softens considerably. You should probably be more subtle about your gawking, but he’s always been such a beautiful man to you. His features display a boyish charm, but his structure also has that subtle maturity. 

“I realize that my addition to the team might be a change but I assure you that I’m only here to help. From our meetings and what I’ve read from your files, you’re an exceptional agent. Intellectually and emotionally strong. That’s not something that is easy given what you deal with daily. I can tell from your place on the team that you care about all the members. I just want you to know that I don’t pose a threat to that.” 

It’s clear that he’s assumed that you’re weary of what his position could do to your friends. Of course you understand from his perspective. You appreciate his forwardness. Another characteristic that seems to be imprinted in him. Regardless of the century. 

“I appreciate you saying that. I guess I should be honest since you’ve been so transparent with me.” 

Sweets offers a smile, because he’s ecstatic that you’re about to open up. He’s usually the one poking and prodding. The switch is nice for a change. 

“I’ve been a little anxious around you because I find you very attractive, Dr. Lance Sweets.” 

There’s a slow pause, and it’s then your words catch up. You don’t miss the slight tinge of his cheeks. Doubled with the way he now shifts in place. 

“Oh!I-I..I had no idea that you…that you were…” 

He’s stumbling over his words and you nod. 

“I hope that this doesn’t make you uncomfortable. We work together. I figured if I just spit it out then we can go back to working as normal without the awkwardness. I really respect what you do.”

He runs a hand through his hair. 

“T-Thank you. I-I respect what you do as well. Very much.” 

His shyness is quite literally the cutest thing you’ve ever seen. 

“I'm glad I was able to get this off my chest. I guess I’ll see you on Monday.” 

“Yes! Monday. See you then.” 

Standing, you turn. You can't fight the smile as you exit the office. 

It’s apparent that you have a lot more to look forward to in life.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 4

The weekends are nice.

Diana is away doing her little trips and conferences, so you’re left to entertain yourself this time around. That’s why when Clark invited you over to have lunch with his family you were glad to go.

Mostly for Mrs. Kent’s great cooking.

The second you step in you get a whiff of her pie and you can feel your mouth watering. You knock on the door and Clark opens it, smiling at the eager look in your eyes.

“Mom made the pie just for you. It looks like you’re ready to dig in.”

You nod, stepping inside and Martha smiles at you.

“Make yourself at home sweetheart. Clark, would you go call your father, he’s out by the windmill.”

“Is it still broken?”

Martha nods.

“He’s been trying to fix it all week. I told him he should hire some help but you know your father.”

He’s always been a bit stubborn. Clark knows he’ll have to grow and drag him away from it. He means to head over, but he catches the look you wear.

You’re just staring at him expectantly.

“Do..do you want to come?”

You nod, and Martha hides a smile when she catches the interaction.

Clark leads you out to the farm and you follow, taking in the expense of grass and animals.

“I suppose it’s easy to mask super strength when you work in an area that requires so much manual labor.”

Clark smiles at the observation.

“It is.”

You continue down your path and as you get closer to the field, you can make out Mr. Kent’s form. He’s on a scaffolding pretty high up. There’s a bunch of tools next to his feet and you can hear him physically fighting with the metal structure.

“Damn thing..”

He’s grumbling loudly and Clark smiles.

“Dad, lunch is ready!!”

“I’ll be there in a bit, Clark.”

From Clark’s expression he expected the response.

“Come on, maybe mom can get him to come down.”

Clark turns away and you mean to follow, but your eyes are fixated on the shaky structure. It makes you a little weary. Jonathan has a tool in his hand and he’s pulling at some part inside the open part of the metal. He makes a particular tug that disrupts his balance. The yell alerts Clark and when he begins falling backwards, you jump to try and catch him.

At least you attempt to.

Your body pivots in the air and you do catch him.

Clark’s steps stop right under the both of you when he realizes.

You fully expected your body to drop with gravity. He weighs practically nothing. However, you’re all in awe, because you’re just hovering in place.

“(Y/N)...”

Your hands are secured around Jonathan’s back and slowly you can feel yourself lowering to the ground. Both your feet touch the ground and you release, still a bit astonished.

Jonathan is clearly speechless. You take a step back, looking down at your legs as if they’ll answer the mystery of what the hell just happened.

“I can fly..”

Your knowledge of the amazons might not be as extensive as the others who have lived hundreds years before you, but you know for a fact that the only one who has powers such as this is Diana.

You swallow.

“I…I have to go..”

You looked confused, angry…lost.

Clark isn’t even offered a chance to say much because your expression hardens as you shoot off into the sky.

~~

“Ms. Prince, you have a visitor.”

The attendant gestured towards the entrance and Diana was a bit surprised to see you there in Central City. When she asked you to join earlier that day you seemed content with just staying at home. Now there’s a level of urgency on your face as you stand at the entrance. Diana nodded, excusing herself from the conversation. She paced over to you, a bit worried by your expression.

“(Y/N), what’s wrong?”

She guided you away from the crowd to a more secluded area right outside the atrium.

“Why didn’t you ever tell me?”

Diana was clearly confused.

“Tell you what?”

You appeared to be searching for the words.

Right ones.

“That we are the same.”

Learning that you could literally fly, it seemed to be the only explanation.

You can see the regret on her face, and now it makes sense. You weren’t crazy. There’s a possibility that you are the offspring of a god. That Diana might be your actual family. All those years after your mother passed you thought that you were alone.

Misunderstood.

Now it appears there was an explanation for everything.

“I’m sorry. I should have told you sooner. You were in pain when your mother died. I wanted to protect you.”

You should be furious.

This seems like a very big detail to omit about your life.

Yet, you can’t truly be mad. She could have easily left you there. After hearing about the truth of her origins, you finally understand how she felt when she herself found out she was a demigod.

“I suppose this explains my short temper. I must be the offspring of hades.”

A little smile breaks out on Diana’s face, and she steps over, pulling you into a hug.

“Our fathers are not our legacy. You are your own person. I have faith in you.”

You relax in the embrace.

“Thank you, Diana.”

If nothing else, you’re grateful.

~Clark’s Loft~

“That’s how the conversation went.”

Sitting on the couch, you're filling Clark in.

“I can’t imagine what that’s like.”

It seems you learn more about yourself everyday.

“Thank you Clark.”

It’s nice to have someone to confide in. You both might be different, but you share a lot of similarities.

“For what?”

If anything he should be thanking you.

“For being a good friend. I know that I’m not the most open, or expressive. I’m not the best when it comes to people, but it’s easier with you. I guess in a lot of ways I’m glad you turned out to be a kryptonian. I’m grateful to have another person I can confide in. ”

He means to say that it’s nothing. He enjoys your company. Your time.

Your presence.

The words don’t get out, because you’re wearing a soft expression.

Any words he intends to form falls off. Your expression begins to drop when you realize how intensely Clark is staring. You find yourself swallowing, and when he starts leaning in, you seem to follow the action. You both meet in the middle and a soft sigh escapes when his lips press to your own. Clark reaches over and places a hand on your cheek, deepening the kiss.

It’s that particular move that has you pulling back hurriedly. You stumble to your feet, covering your lips.

“I-I’m sorry!”

Clark moves back, shaking his head frantically.

“N-No it was my fault. I’m sorry.”

You’re both at a distance now, and you look down at your lap.

You have no idea where that came from.

Moving to the open window, you just jump out.

Clark stares as you disappear into the sky.

He wonders if that’s something he’s going to have to worry about.

You seem to be constantly flying away from him. 

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot: Extra

“There’s three guys in there!”

Hodgins sounds a bit panicked. When Booth brought the two of you to the most recent crime scene, you hadn’t actually expected assassins to show up. You’re all hiding in the bathroom.

“Booth, did you see any guns?”

He shakes his head.

You nod, reaching for the knob.

“See you on the other side.”

When you dart out the door, Hodgins looks at you as if you’ve grown another head.

“What is she doing!!” Hodgins asks quietly.

He doesn’t get an answer. Booth shakes his head when he hears the many grunts and punches. There’s a distinct sound of a table breaking. It finally quiets down.

“We’re clear.” You call.

Booth holsters his gun, pushing the door open. Hodgins follows behind, still a bit hesitant. When they break the corner, all three bodies are on the ground. One of them has his head stuck through the broken glass table. The others are groaning on the floor.

“That last one put up a fight.” You state as you rotate your arm.

“Are you freaking Wonder Woman!?”

With a shrug, you bend down, reaching into their pockets. There’s no surprise that they lack identification.

“You should probably call this in, we’ll need to question them.”

Booth just walks away with a grumble as he pulls out his phone.

“I could have helped.” He mutters dejectedly.

You smile, and Hodgins is still trying to wrap his head around what just happened.

By the time you all make it back to the lab Hodgins is telling some crazy story about what went down. You all have the three men in custody as the bureau continues to work at their identities.

“I swear it was like a freaking movie. She took out all three of them.” Hodgins exclaims. Angela laughs.

“You shouldn’t mess with women, am I right?”

Brennan nods in approval.

Camile chuckles.

“I guess we all have our specialties. You’re going to have to show me some moves sometime. Given how often we tend to get breached, it might come in handy.”

She’s not exactly wrong.

Your eyes stray for a second when you see the suit. You assume it’s Booth, but when you spot the face of a certain psychologist, your once confident stance changes.

“What’s the occasion?”

He jokes when he spots the small group. His eyes take a moment, but the second he sees you, his gait slightly changes.

Your silence to his question catches the attention of everyone present. Angela and Hodgins exchange a look. Camille smiles. Brennan is the only one who looks a bit unclear of what’s happening.

“I just remembered that we have to go do something. Don’t we?” Angela questions. They all nod, but Brennan still looks lost.

“What thing?” Brennan asks.

“Oh sweetie, just follow me.” Angela takes her arm, leading her away and the rest of the following suit.

Now it’s just the two of you. Your pointed glare follows your friends who have undoubtedly betrayed you.

It’s impossible to make this any less awkward.

“I should get going. Booth probably needs a hand interrogating those guys.” You finally work out.

“O-Of course, they aren’t going to interrogate themselves, am I right?” His laughter is obviously to cover up the uncomfortable atmosphere. You just give a stiff nod, turning with the intention of walking away as fast as you possibly can.

“(Y/N), wait.”

He reaches over, taking your wrist softly to stop you. The action makes you pause. You’re overly conscious of the warmth from his hand. You look up and he guides you to the side, out of the main view of others. Once he does, he seems to realize that he’s still holding you. He releases almost immediately.

“I feel like we should address this matter. The longer we prolong it the worse it’s going to get. It doesn’t exactly make for an efficiently functioning work environment.”

He’s right. But what exactly does he want you to say?

Maybe you should just pretend.

“I don’t really see a problem.”

He looks a bit confused, then he smiles.

“I see what you’re doing. By avoiding the problem you think that you could rationalize that there’s nothing between us.”

“There is nothing between us.” You reason.

“Really?”

“Really.” You confirm.

Sweets takes a step forward, and you find yourself backing up. You stumble against the wall, and his eyes search yours.

“I’ll admit that given my profession I should have seen it sooner. If you’d like to pretend that you don’t feel a thing then I can’t force you to admit it. I just want you to know that I do have feelings for you. As unprofessional as it is, I have to be honest about how I feel. “

You gulp, it’s easier to deny it when you assume these feelings are one sided. But what are you supposed to do now that he has admitted that. Sweets takes another step,and you press your hand to his shoulder, lips quiver.

“W-Wait..”

You need to be the voice of reason. If he gets any closer that won’t happen.

“We..” You take a breath to calm yourself down.

“We work together. Y-You can’t..w-we can’t…”

“That statement implies that you feel the same way.” He adds.

“I-I don’t.”

“Then you should probably push me away. You easily took down three guys, subduing me should be simple.”

So he did hear.

That’s a bit infuriating.

Why was he testing you right now?

“Damn psychologists.”

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

“Push me away (Y/N).”

He whispers.

You bite your lip, gripping the collar of his shirt, you pull him down for a kiss. He’s obviously caught a bit off guard, but he reciprocates, sliding one hand against the wall as he draws you closer.

You should not be doing this. There’s so many reasons why this is a bad idea, but you’ve been dreaming about his lips for too long to stop now. Your hand moves from his collar, sliding over his chest. A soft sound escapes your lips at the feel of him, and his mouth opens as his tongue slips past your lips. You welcome it, meeting him halfway. He’s the one that moans this time and you’re almost positive you’ve never heard something more beautiful.

“Sweets?”

Booth’s voice pulls you out of your daze and you push Sweets back. He staggers, and you stare, clearly shocked. Booth pretty much gapes, and you press a hand to your lips.

“I-I have to go.” You say hurriedly as you rush past Booth.

That’s apparently your trademark now.

Running away.

“H-Hey wait sorry I didn’t mean to interrupt.”

His words fall on deaf ears. Booth turns back to Sweets who is licking his lips, clearly still a bit thrown by the kiss.

“Really, (Y/N)? You know she can snap you like a twig right?” Booth’s words aren’t fully acknowledged.

“I have to go.”

Sweets is clearly distracted. He just walks away.

“Come on!!”

The rest of the day you try your best to limit your interactions with Sweets. You’re at least a bit grateful for Booth’s discretion. He hasn’t spread your little incident to a certain group of nosy scientists. Not that they are ignorant to what’s going on.

“So, are you going to avoid him forever?”

Booth had swung by your office, no doubt to torment you.

“I don’t know what you mean.”

“Come on, I was there. I saw you shoving your tongue down the guy’s throat.”

You blush, sending him the most venomous look. Booth lifts his hands.

“Hey, I’m just saying what I saw.”

You hate that he’s right. Even more that you haven’t been able to think about much but that kiss. How good it felt. Not just to touch him, but to have those feelings reciprocated. The both of you have been working together for a few months, almost a year. In all that time you can’t believe you never noticed. Maybe you just didn’t want to. Somehow pretending to be blind made it easier.

“Sweets might be a handful, but he’s a good guy. You should give him a chance.”

“Really, you’re giving me relationship advice.”

“I give good advice!” Booth defends.

“Mhmm.”

“Whatever, you could say what you want, but you must have it bad for him. Otherwise you would have floored him the second he even got within an inch of your space. Honestly I can’t believe I didn’t notice before. I guess this explains that little fight in the office last time. All that pent up frustration.”

“Do you want me to hit you?” Booth smiles.

“All I’m saying is that you should give it a shot. You never know what could happen.”

You hate it when he actually makes a reasonable point.

It’s irritating.

You intend to say just that, but there’s a knock on your door and someone enters. You both turn your focus.

“Hey.”

Sweets look a bit awkward, and unconsciously, you cross your legs under the desk. The heat of that kiss has returned.

Booth smirks.

“I’ll get out of the way of you two love birds.”

Booth moves to the door, giving Sweets a pat on the shoulder.

“Don’t mess it up, shrink.”

Nothing else is said. The door closes and you stand. You feel like you should make a run for it again.

“I’m sorry.”

His apology wasn’t where you saw the conversation going.

“I shouldn’t have made a move on you like that. It was unprofessional.” He runs a hand over the back of his head.

“I was the one who kissed you.”

He nods, a bashful smile on his face.

“You did, but I didn’t exactly stop it.”

You fidget.

“I’m glad you didn’t.” You finally admit.

He looks at you, and you can tell just from his expression that he’s picturing it. Kissing you, touching you. Your face must look quite the same.

Just looking at him seems to be too much. You clear your throat, breaking contact.

“Listen, I like my job. It’s the first time in years that I feel like I’m doing something good that doesn’t compromise my values.”

He knows you’re referring to your time in the navy.

Sweets nods.

“I understand. I’m sorry I put you in this position.”

You shake your head, and you will yourself to take a step closer. He meets your gaze when you’re directly in front of him.

“I’ll admit that everything about this, it terrifies me. But someone wise just told me that it’s better to take a chance. I’d like to give this a try, if that’s something you’re interested in. “

“I am!”

His immediate response isn’t what you expect. Sweets swallows, running a hand down his tie.

“I mean I’d like to see where this goes too.”

You smile.

“Whatever happens from here on out, I just need to know that it won’t affect our work. It’s not like I’m planning for this to implode in our faces. But we need to be realistic. This job needs to take precedence regardless of what happens in the future.”

“I agree. No matter what, we always get the job done.”

Sweets holds out his hand for you to shake. You can’t stop smiling at the gesture.

“I guess I know why you’re called Sweets.”

His brows furrow.

“Why do you think they-”

You step forward, grabbing his cheeks as you pull him in for a kiss. His eyebrows shoot up, hands automatically going around your waist. You grin against his lips and he spins around, pressing you against the door. The collision has you humming, and his expression softens and he slides both to your cheeks, trying to taste as much as he possibly can from your lips.

You have absolutely no complaints. 

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Lance Sweets (Bones) - Oneshot

"Bones I'm serious, you have to at least know that it's possible."

"Logically it isn't Booth."

You've long gotten used to their bickering. You're not even going to ask what the topic is this time. When your supervisor recommended you for the job, you honestly thought it would be different. As weird and chaotic as they all were, you actually enjoyed your job. Not something you could say for the last few years of your life.

Booth understood what it was like, coming from the navy. Adjusting was difficult, but you made it. Your main job at this point though was to be a babysitter. With the amount of cases being processed through the Jeffersonian, the FBI just thought they would need an extra hand.

Another detective just to listen to these two argue like a married couple.

"Back me up (Y/N)."

"I would like to be excluded from your argument."

You say stepping through the doors of the institute. Bones sent you a little smile which you returned.

"I saw that! You two are ganging up on me!"

"That's not a statement you can prove."

Brennan said smoothly. You try your best to hide your laughter as he goes back to the case when you finally make it to Brennan's office.

To your surprise, a certain psychologist is seated there.

"Great, I caught you at the right time." He stands, and you take that as your cue to leave.

"I'm going to check in with Camile." You advise. You expect Sweets to start his little psychology assessment on those two, but he moves in your direction.

"Actually, you're the one I needed to see. I can walk with you."

Those were not the words you wanted to hear.

Sweets move to your side as you both walk through the hall.

"Did I do something that warrants an assessment?" You question.

"Oh, no, you're probably the most sane on this team aside from Camile and Angela." He assures with a laugh.

"So, is there a reason you're walking with me to the lab?"

"Well this is more of an unofficial visit. I was hoping we could get more acquainted. We're both the youngest of this group. I figured we could exchange notes."

"No offense, but I have a job to do." You've made it to the lab, reaching for the handle, you pull open the door.

"If that's all."

You just watch him and Sweets laughs nervously.

"You're right, sorry. Maybe another time when you're not working an active case. I'll be around."

The door slams in his face and he slides his hands in his pocket, walking away.

Once inside, you let out a sigh.

"Was that Sweets?"

Camile asks.

You nod, eyes moving to the corpse she has displayed on the table.

"So when are you going to tell him you have a crush on him?"

She questions while casually removing the organs from your most recent victim. The sight should have thrown you off way more than the question did.

"W-What are you talking about?"

Camile smiles.

"Come on, I'm not an idiot. Booth and Brennan might not be as perceptive, but I've picked up on it. Your short replies, those lingering glances. You like him. From the sound of his dejected tone, he might like you too if you'd stop shutting him down. "

You frown.

"I don't have a crush on Sweets."

"Whatever you say."

It's clear she doesn't believe you .

You sort of hoped if you said it enough times you might be able to convince yourself of it. You couldn't deny that he was cute. He'd also helped on a significant number of cases. It's been driving you crazy. You literally fought in a war. Dealing with these feelings should be a piece of cake. Yet anytime he's around you just feel at ease, possibly vulnerable.

Maybe that's why it's so hard to admit.

Vulnerability isn't something you can afford.

For the remainder of the day, you try to focus all your energy into the case.

It's a tougher one.

Mostly because your victim was an ex navy. A girl just a few years older than you. At first you didn't think much of it. But the deeper you get into the case, the more it feels like this person is a reflection of you.

The war had changed her. Led her down a shaky path.

Drugs, violence.

She was a soldier that fought for the country and was tossed away. It's a reminder of how easily that could have been you. When you came back, you were never the same. You know that they often said that. War changes people.

You changed.

Maybe if this woman had gotten the same guidance that you did, then she would still be alive.

Every lead you all received seemed to run to another dead end.

Your current suspect is out there enjoying life while you all fight to find anything to pin him to the murder that you know he committed, but can't easily prove. Your number one suspect is a politician. So far you all have a motive. But no evidence. The corrupted bastard had apparently assaulted a woman, and to save his image he blackmailed her. Your victim had evidence. She was just trying to do the right thing and now she was dead because of it.

"I checked it, he's not clean. I'm telling you this guy is involved."

"I know but we don't have proof, if we go over there without the necessary proof then he'll just deny it. We need more time"

You slammed your hand on the desk.

"We don't have time!"

Sweets stands.

"Maybe you're acting so emotional because you relate with her, the victim. You feel guilty because you see a reflection of what she's been through. You feel responsible even though there's nothing you could have done."

You glare at his words.

"Don't profile me."

He doesn't need a doctorate to spot the hostility. You drop the document on the desk, storming out of your office. Sweets turns, a subtle look of guilt on his face. Booth just gives Sweets a pat on his shoulder.

"Don't worry about her. She's dealing with it in her own way. I'll talk to her."

Booth follows you out the door.

You know it's stupid to get emotional. You end up in a hallway, just pacing back and forth. Booth smiles when he spots you.

"Keep going like that and you'll run a hole into the floor."

Your movement stops and when you look up, Booth sends an understanding look.

"I know you feel responsible, but Sweets is right. There's nothing you could have done. She may have had a hard run, but she didn't die in vain. We just need one solid trail of evidence and then we got him. That girl and our victim will have justice. We just need to be patient."

With a soft sigh, you nod, hands moving from your hips.

"I'm sorry for exploding like that."

"It's okay, I get it."

Booth more than anyone does.

The frantic footsteps of someone catches your attention. Hodgins is standing there with a big smile. Booth returns it.

"We got him?" Booth asks.

"We got him." Hodgins clarifies. You find yourself sharing the smile when Booth does a mini fist pump.

With the results Hodgins has found, you now have proof that your politician Ed Johnson was not only at the scene of the crime, but a piece of his unnecessarily expensive cufflink was more than enough to show that there was at least probable cause to search his residence.

When they showed up with the warrant, he didn't look pleased. Especially when you found the murder weapon, his golf club which would undoubtedly match the indent and fragments Hodgins pulled. You felt satisfied watching him get lead away in those cuffs.

"She was nobody!"

Ed spat at you.

You just smiled.

"She was a soldier. No one is going to forget her. Have fun where you're going. I bet the guys can't wait to get their hands on you."

You could see the dread on his face, and it just felt that much more satisfying. Booth and Brennan moved to your side after the exchange. Booth gave your shoulder a pat.

"See that, the squints always come through."

You offer Brennan a smile.

"Thank you."

She knows how much the case meant to you, so you know she'd been working vigorously. So did the rest of the team. She shares your smile as you all prepare to leave.

The trip back to your office is much better.

Another case solved, a monster apprehended. This is all you can truly hope for out of such cases.

It's nice to have that sense of resolve.

Speaking of resolve..

"Sweets."

You completely forgot about that.

The only thing is you haven't truly faced Sweets since that situation in Booth's office. You know you should apologize. He's just trying to help in any way he can. His little mind tricks are a bit irritating, but you know he can't turn it off. Asking him to stop would be the same as telling you to abandon your badge and gun.

You let out another sigh as you hang your coat on the rack in your office.

It feels nice to be back in the comfort of your own space after such a trying day. You drop the case file on your desk. Your intention is to finally relax, but the sound of your door opening can only mean that you probably have another case.

"Okay, now that the case is closed we need to talk."

Sweets is the last person you thought you'd see. Especially after all the effort you put in to avoid him.

"Why do you dislike me? I know seeing me for most people isn't exactly the best considering the circumstances. Given my job description it's understandable. But I'm a pretty likable guy."

You're not really ready to face him just yet.

"I don't have a problem with you Sweets, I just have a lot of paperwork. So if you could please."

You try to move to the door, maybe find an escape, but he blocks your way and you pause in place.

Because he's much closer now.

"No, we have a conflict and I'd like to figure this out. I'm assigned to your team, so we need to deal with this now. I've been watching you and it's clear that you have some very strong feelings about me. So either you hate my guts or you're madly in love with me."

He lets out a little laugh at that. Because he doesn't truly mean it. He just wants you both to get along.

You know he's just rambling. Somehow the statement has your cheeks warming. You finally truly look at him and his words have started to slow. He takes it all in, your silence, the way your eyes linger over him. He looks a bit dumbfounded for a moment. Then his eyes stray to your lips, and you lick them unconsciously.

Sweets swallowed.

"I..I do you.."

He's lost for words and you're embarrassed. You really hoped that if you just avoided him it would never be known. He spends most of his time with Booth and Bones, so you just hoped he'd be too distracted.

"I have to go."

You sidestep, rushing out the door. The second you're out, you feel like it's much easier to breathe.

"Damn it."

This is definitely going to be a problem. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 8 - Final

Learning your feelings were mutual was the best thing. So you aren’t sure why you’re a few feet away from Lex and acting so weird.

It’s not abnormal for you to stop by the mansion. Yet this time you’re distracted. Lex is working casually right across from you.

Before it was easy, but now you know of his feelings. You can offer comfort.

Love.

He’s literally so close.

“Let’s make out.”

The words leave before you can stop them and Lex stops typing. For a second he’s surprised, but that quickly changes to a playful smile.

“Excuse me?”

You groan.

“You don’t get it. I had one boyfriend. One! High school romance was nice and all but this is different. It’s the first time I’ve been this crazy about a guy who isn’t all over me. You older guys sure have a lot of restraint. It’s actually a little irritating.”

Now that you’ve already embarrassed yourself there is no use keeping those thoughts to yourself. Lex is only a few years older, but he’s so mature that sometimes it feels like the gap is much bigger. Possibly another tough part of his upbringing.

Lex chuckles.

“I apologize for not groping you every chance I get. I’ll try to be better.”

You roll your eyes at his sarcasm.

Lex turns his chair, and you think he’s going to tease you again, but there’s a subtle change in his eyes.

“Come here.”

There’s a soft demand behind those words that send a little tingle up your spine. You nod shyly, as you move to his side. He pats his thigh, and you get the message. You slide into his lap, legs slightly straddling him. His hands lay comfortably on either of your thighs and he gives a soft squeeze.

“I didn’t realize I made you so horny.”

You blush and Lex smiles, pulling you in for a kiss before you can retaliate. The perfection of his kiss makes you forget all his snide remarks.

There’s a part of you that can’t imagine that you ever truly disliked this guy. Yes, there was a reason behind it. But it feels like he’s been slowly trying to redeem himself in his own way.

It’s times like this, when he holds you so lovingly that you remind yourself at the end of the day, he’s still a man.

Lex’s hands slide up your back and you whimper softly. This all feels so good. He pulls back for a moment to look at you. Enjoying the breathless expression on your face. The light dust of blush on your cheeks. You were so fiery when he first met you. Ready to put him in his place. The complete change of your views not just on him, but his actions, he can’t help but feel grateful. There were very few people left in Smallville willing to give him a second chance. Yet here you are, an actual empath.

He’s lucky, he knows that.

He also likes that he’s able to get such a soft and caring reaction.

Especially when it’s directed at him.

“I’m sorry I’ve been so distracted. I’ve got a meeting in Tokyo in two weeks and I just need everything to be perfect.”

You nod. It’s understandable. His work is important to him. Especially since he’s been trying to start a clean slate.

It’s then that it really clicks that he’ll be gone for a while.

You hold on a bit tighter.

“How..how long are you going to be away?”

The thought of him being away brings a sudden stream of loneliness, and Lex takes it all in. He always wanted this. Someone to miss him. To look at him and actually appreciate his presence. Not just his wealth or status. Right now, you see him and that’s all he could ever ask for.

“I’ll be gone for three weeks.”

He replies a bit sullenly. Because it goes both ways. How is he supposed to survive three weeks without seeing your smile or enjoying the sweet taste of your lips that he’s just had the pleasure of experiencing.

“Three weeks..”

You say it with a frown as if you repeat it enough, that simple fact will change. He means to assure you that it won’t be too bad. He’ll call often. The time zone might cause some difficulty, but he doesn’t mind being awake at crazy times if it meant he could just hear your voice every night.

You lean in, and when you leave a kiss right at the back of his ear, he swallows.

“Is there any way I can convince you to stay?”

You sound so innocent, but when he feels the gentle grind of your hip against his, your intentions are clear. His grip tightens, and this time you kiss his neck. Lex closes his eyes.

“Don’t go..”

He groans.

“I-I have to..”

He’s really battling right now, your careful movements against his body are making it hard to focus. Your fingers get busy, and when you start opening the collar of his shirt, he knows he’s in trouble. You just flick the first two buttons. Giving your better access to his neck. This time you bite down softly and he has to fight to keep in the moan.

You’re actually trying to leave a mark on him.

It looks like he’ll have to find a way to keep his resolve. Because if it were up to you, Lex wouldn’t be going anywhere.

Love might be much better than what he expected.

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 3

It’s one of those slow evenings that Lex is entertaining a certain farm boy.

“You seem to be getting along with Ms. Prince much better. I haven’t heard you complain about her in a while.”

Lex had stopped by the Talon and ran into Clark. So now they're both seated at a table as Clark informs Lex of all his school activities.

“I think we’ve finally found common ground.” Clark informs.

Lex nods.

“So when do you plan to tell her about your crush?”

Clark sputters.

“Who said anything about a crush!”

Lex laughs.

“Because it’s obvious. Any woman that drives you that crazy, well there is usually a reason.”

Clark directs his eyes back at his textbook.

Lana walks over when she spots the pair.

“Lex, Clark.”

Lex lifts his head with a wave and Clark smiles.

“Hey Lana.”

“What can I get you two?”

“The usual.” Clark states, Lex says the same.

“I heard there was a fight here last time, is everything okay?” Lex inquires.

Lana nods.

“Some of the football players can get rowdy. One of them was harassing the waitresses but we actually found someone to help with the problem. I haven’t had an issue since.”

“So you got a body guard.” Lex concludes.

Lana simply laughs.

“Something like that. Oh, there she is now.”

Lana waves excitedly and the female walks over.

When they spot you, Clark looks a bit surprised.

“This is (Y/N).”

Lex’s smile widens.

“Oh, we’re well acquainted. "

You give a little nod.

“Hey Clark, Mr. Luthor.”

Your expression settles to the usual stoic state.

“You’ve all met?”

“Yes. Clark and I worked on a project together and Lex is doing an initiative with Diana.”

Now it all makes sense.

“So you’re freelancing as a security detail.” Lex asks.

“Obnoxious males irritate me.”

Clark just lets out an awkward laugh. You quirk a brow at his strange behavior.

“I have to get back to work. Enjoy your evening.”

You walk away and Lana wears a little smile.

“I can’t really read her. She’s a bit of a mystery. But she’s really sweet and she does a good job.” Lana comments.

Clark is a bit distracted. Seeing your serious face with that apron on is cute.

“Wouldn’t you agree? Clark?”

He blinks, tuning back in. Lex says nothing, just sends Clark a knowing look.

Clark is too much of an open book.

~~

The week seems to be awfully calm.

Your shifts at the Talon are quiet and you know it has to do with the newfound fear that you’ve instilled in the football players. They’ve been on their best behavior since you floored the linebacker who was causing a commotion on your first day there.

What you’ve noticed is that Clark and his friends have been coming in quite regularly. You sort of like the fact that you get to see him so often. Not all your classes crossover. So you only see him on certain days that you share periods together. Outside of school you’re either at the Talon or helping Diana in any way you can.

That evening as you’re getting off, you see Clark moving to the counter.

“Is your shift over?”

You nod.

“Yes, I just need to clock out with Lana. “

“I can give you a ride home.”

“Okay, give me a few minutes.”

So he does.

When he sees you again, you have your bag ready to go. Clark guides you to the door, opening it as you step out.

“My truck is a few blocks down.”

You nod, adjusting your strap as you both head down the street.

It’s nice to have someone around who you don’t need to have a filter around. Clark is also protective by nature as you’ve learned. That must be the reason he’s been hanging around so often.

“You don’t have to keep looking out for me Clark.”

His steps slow just a bit and you don’t miss the little expression that crosses his face. Like he’s been caught. It's sweet that he’s being so thoughtful. Given what you’re capable of, he really has no reason to worry.

“I’ve never said this but I think it’s very noble what you do. You protect your friends and others and take no credit. Diana told me you saved Mr. Luthor in that car accident.”

“Anyone would have done the same.”

You reach for his sleeve and he stops altogether at the tug.

“That’s not true. It seems your selfless nature is tied to your modesty. I suppose my mother was right. Kryptonians are a special kind.”

You offer a smile. Clark knows more than anything that it’s rare. He’s so used to your stoic expressions that when he sees the lighter ones it makes his heart race just a bit quicker.

“I'm glad that we were able to become friends, Clark.”

You were wrong about a lot of things, but you can’t help but feel a bit happy that you were truly wrong about how you viewed him. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 19

After the whole ordeal with your brother, you knew it would be a while before you could fall back into that rhythm.

So much has happened.

You’re still internalizing. Although you’ve managed to mend the bridge with Harry, you know that expecting that pain of losing Aaron won’t just vanish. You need time. There’s also the issue about his powers.

“I’m going to turn you into a god.”

Those words are a distant echo.

Your brother was probably insane, but you couldn’t deny that he had power. He seemed so sure when he spoke that you possessed the same. You want to chalk it up to delusions, but you haven’t felt the same since that night.

With a heavy sigh, you step through the door of Harry’s lab.

“This place seems to get bigger every time I come.” You mumble.

Harry smiles, tinkering with some device. He’s at his desk, helping some of the scientists with who knows what.

“I built Star Labs to manifest all my greatest ideas.”

His cube box lights up, and the intern grins excitedly.

“There you go. Remember to charge thoroughly.”

Y-Yes sir! Thank you!”

The younger man runs off with a brilliant smile and you roll your eyes.

“It’s weird the way they worship you. You’re such a nerd.”

Harry places his index finger on your forehead pushing you and you slap it away as you smack his shoulder. Caitlin walks into the cortex, clearly accustomed to your fighting. Some of the other scientists just watch the exchange with a laugh.

“He’s a bully!” You protest.

Caitlin smiles.

“Stop bullying your sister Harry.”

Harry lowers his hand almost obediently. You smirk.

“Yeah Harry, listen to Dr. Snow.”

You send a suggestive wink and Caitlin looks puzzled. Harry just sends you a death stare.

You reach to give his arm another playful hit, but the second your hand makes contact you feel your body jolt. You blink, and the structure of the room has changed remarkably. You turn in a panic.

“H-Harry!!”

A spark of lightning appears before you and you’re relieved.

It must be him.

The man that is standing before you however is definitely not your brother.

“Who are you? How did you get in here?”

The brunette male isn’t a face you recognize. You back up, clearly scared.

“I-I don’t…t-this doesn’t..”

You try to make a run for it. Spinning around, you run right into someone. You grab their arm, and with another panicked breath, your eyes adjust to the room.

“Keep hitting me and I’m going to retaliate.”

Harry’s blank tone pulls you back in. Your expression must be comedic.

“Did your brain finally have a short?” He snarks.

You mean to say something, anything. Pulling away from him, you look around, trying to ensure that you are indeed standing in Star Labs.

“(Y/N)?”

You look back at him. You’d like to tell him what just happened. Explain to him that you might be going crazy, but you still don’t know what this is. So causing him unnecessary panic won’t do any good. You exhale and work up the best smile that you can.

“You’re still a nerd.”

Harry rolls his eyes, turning back to his work, and you move to take a seat and gather your bearings.

It’ll be a long week.

~

“Mythology, mythology..”

You keep mumbling the words as you search for the section with fiction. Since you couldn’t truly explain what happened, you figured the next best thing would be to research. Mythology is what Aaron mentioned when he took you. There must be something. Anything that could give you just the slightest idea of what the hell you saw back at Star Labs.

Your fingers brush over the books.

“This is taking longer than I expected.”

You hate that you have to sneak out behind Harry’s back.

“Damn it where are you!!”

You probably shouldn’t be screaming in the middle of a library. You’re just expecting the librarian to rush over angrily, but it appears your little quirk has struck again. You feel like you’ve just fallen off a cliff.

Your shoulder hits the side of a desk and you hear gasps echo right as you tumble to the floor. You groan at the fall, and when you open your eyes. Some people are leaning over looking down at you.

“Jenkins, where did she come from?”

“If I knew that Mr. Jones, I wouldn’t be standing here just as confused.”

“She looks hungry, are you hungry?” The redhead asks.

“Guys, let her breathe.” The blond woman states.

You jump to your feet and they all back up.

“W-Where am I?”

The place is stacked with books all around.

“Why, you’re in the library of course. Cassandra, it’s nice to meet you.” The redhead holds out her hand, and you just stare.

“The library..w-what library?! What the hell is going on!!”

“Okay calm down. Maybe we can help? My name is Eve Baird. We’re just here to help I promise.”

You’re still weary, and the older man standing ahead of you narrows his eyes.

“You got into the library, that’s not common. What kind of god are you?”

“I’m not a god!!”

You yell defensively, slamming your hand on the desk.

That clearly wasn’t the best choice. You roll forward as the wood gives away from the weight, and you crash into something hard. When you gather your footing, you’re holding onto a bookshelf.

“Please leave.”

The angry older woman is actually a face you recognize.

“I-I’m back..”

Your eyes shift around to ensure that you are actually back in Smallville. You catch sight of a sign behind her head, and you sigh, running out of there.

“Whatever this is..I need to stop it.”

It needs to happen now. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 18

There was so much that needed to be discussed. The Sheriff had dropped you and Harry off first. Clark has moved to the door just to give you one last hug before he leaves.

Harry was watching him carefully.

“I suppose we’ll wait to discuss your abilities tomorrow Mr. Kent.”

You’re a bit shocked. But you shouldn’t have been surprised that Harry saw Clark using his powers.

“Can’t wait.”

Clark doesn't seem as enthusiastic, not that you can blame him. He reaches for you, giving you one tight hug.

“I’ll see you tomorrow.” He whispers.

You nod as he pulls away.

“Thank you for everything Clark.”

He just smiles, placing a hand on your cheek. You’re positive he’s going to kiss you good night. But Harry clears his throat and Clark fumbles.

“I-I should get going.”

He pulls away and Harry simply glares as Clark practically sprints into the car. It pulls away and you direct your unimpressed expression at Harry.

“He was getting fresh.”

You just roll your eyes. At this point you should expect it.

The door closes and the events of the night seem to catch up. You’re exhausted, but there is still something bothering you.

“When Aaron mentioned the speedforce, what did he mean?”

You may have been out of it, but you remember everything. Everything that was said.

Harry lets out a soft breath. He promised himself after Aaron showed up that he would no longer keep secrets. If he’d been honest from the start, this could have all been avoided.

“It’s because I’m a speedster. There was an explosion in my lab two years ago when I went to visit. One of the interns had left a prototype next to my upcoming particle accelerator and triggered a fire. Thankfully no one died. However..”

His eyes seem to waver.

“I was caught in the residual shockwave and it did something to the cells in my body.”

You’re about to ask what, but when you begin to see the sparks that are now bouncing off his body, you don’t know what to say. His body seems to disappear and you jolt at the wind that hits your face.

“I’m faster than the average man. The explosion made me into a metahuman.”

The spin at the sound of his voice and now he’s standing right behind you.

This all seems a little crazy.

Your real brother is a mutant, your guardian is a metahuman and your boyfriend is an alien.

So much for having a normal high school experience.

“I understand if this is too much. All of this, it should have never happened. I promised your parents I would protect you and I ended up being the one causing you pain.”

You shake your head.

“You were protecting me. I-I’m sorry I didn’t see it before. I was just scared. When he showed up and told me that we weren’t biological siblings it just..it hurt.”

Harry fully understands why there would be turmoil.

“But none of that matters anymore. We’re together and I’m just happy that we’re both okay.” You express.

He’s thankful for the same. Aaron could have just as easily taken you away. That fight you both had could have been your last encounter and it would have gutted him if that were the case.

There’s still so much that needs to be discussed, but for now, you feel more at ease being back.

~

The following day you’re excused from school. Harry has spent the better part of the morning preparing breakfast and sending you careful looks every now and then to ensure that you’re alright. It’s endearing, you know he’ll never stop worrying, especially after what happened.

For the most part you both just relax. Not a whole lot of words are exchanged. But you feel comfortable.

Later in the afternoon Harry is making a snack and he glances at your spot on the couch as you read through one of his many published books.

“Was Clark affected by the meteor shower?”

You finally look up, lowering the book.

“No, he’s an alien.”

Harry watches as though waiting for the punchline. But your expression is very calm.

“Alien?”

“Yep.”

“As in extraterrestrial beings?”

“Are you sure you’re a genius? I’m pretty sure I’m speaking english.”

Harry glares.

“No need to get smart.”

You just smile. You’ve missed the banter.

“You’re okay with Clark being an alien. “

“Yep.”

Harry looks down at his plate.

“You’re okay with me..being a speedster..”

He sounds a bit hesitant and you catch on. It’s normal that he would assume that this scares you. That you might have doubts. But if there’s one thing that you’ve learned, it’s that Harry’s always been there for you, and he always will.

“I’m okay with it.” You reply.

He looks a little more at ease, and you adjust yourself on the couch when he walks over with the sandwiches. He places the plate down on the table before you, taking a seat. It’s only then that you take notice of the box he has under his arm.

You perk up.

“What’s that?”

He turns to you holding it out.

“For me?”

Harry nods, handing you the small box.

Once it’s within your grasp you can’t help but marvel at it. It’s clear that it’s old. Made out of some type of wood. The texture feels a bit smooth.

“Your parents were really into the time capsule fad back in the day. They did one for me when I turned eighteen after I graduated with my first Phd. I promised them I would do the same for you, so we organized a box. I have no idea what’s inside. When you turned eighteen my plan was to give it to you, along with this. “

He stands, picking up a folder from the desk nearby and you’re a bit confused. When you open it, you’re shocked at the bank information, along with an emancipation form. You look back at him for an explanation.

“I was going to tell you everything. If you decided that you didn’t want me to be a part of your life, then I wanted to make sure you were supported. I made a trust fund. You have enough money to cover four years at any college you want. If that’s what you choose to do. In the event that you didn’t want to be here anymore, I didn’t want you to feel trapped. I love you and I only want what's best for yo-”

He doesn’t even have a chance to finish, because you're hugging him. Harry is quiet.

“(Y/N) I-”

“I love you Harry. More than anyone in the world.”

His hands give a bit of a tremor and he returns the embrace slowly.

Cautiously.

“That won’t ever change, no matter what we’re going through.”

It feels like that’s exactly what he needed to hear.

“I hope Kent knows that you love me more than anyone.”

You roll your eyes at Harry’s childish words.

“Don’t make me take it back. “

“No take backs.”

He’s such a kid. 

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Amazon (Smallville) : Short Story - Chapter 2

“Kent,”

Clark's eyes shift from his seat as he’s having lunch. One of the football players stood looking anything but pleased. Chloe raised an brow and Pete looked ready to step up.

“You been eyeing my girl Kent.”

This teen is notorious for being the jealous type. He’s dating one of the cheerleaders and apparently that came with paranoia.

“Beat it Cole, Clark isn’t that type of guy.” Pete states.

Cole slaps Clark’s tray right off the table and Chloe lifts her arm.

“Hey you jerk!!”

Both of them look like they’re about to go to battle. Clark stands to deescalate the situation, except Cole’s entire face is now pressed to the table. They all jolt, stepping back.

You’re standing over the side, hand pressed to the back of his head. They aren’t sure what’s more impressive. The fact that you’re keeping him down, or that you’re holding your tray in the other hand.

You’re wearing that frown that seems to always be planted on your face and by now most of the cafeteria is tuned in. Cole is grunting, trying to get free, but your hold offers no resistance.

“Take your macho male crap somewhere else or I’ll make you eat the tray, you hear me?”

He still looks defiant, and you add pressure.

“Fine, fine!!”

You release him and he stumbles to his feet, looking a little unnerved. He sends you a look before rushing away. Chloe just laughs.

“That was awesome! Where did you learn to do that?”

“I grew up with a lot of siblings.”

It’s not entirely a lie.

“Sorry about your lunch.” You state.

He shakes his head.

“It’s okay. Thank you.”

You nod, then your eyes drift over your own lunch. You eye the sandwich, then lift the plate, placing it down right in front of him.

“Here, enjoy the rest of your lunch.”

You don’t say anything else, just walk away.

When Clark finally takes a seat, he just stares at the sandwich for a moment. That’s until he feels two pairs of eyes on him. Both Chloe and Pete are wearing a smirk.

“What?”

“I think someone has a crush.” Pete teases.

“There’s no way she has a crush on me.” Clark denies. Although he says that, his cheeks are becoming just a tinge red.

“He wasn’t talking about her.” Chloe inputs.

They both laugh when a brighter color begins to rush to his face. Clark says nothing, just eats his sandwich.

The remainder of the day is uneventful.

Like most evenings, Clark intends to visit Lex. He’s used to just walking in and seeing Lex doing something or the other. That’s why when he walks in and Lex has company, he feels like he’s intruding. Lex simply waves him over.

“Clark, come in.”

He’s a bit awkward.

“Sorry, I should have asked if you were free before I came.” Lex shakes his head to introduce his guest.

The woman turns around, and the teen that steps out from the side has his eyes widening.

“(Y/N)?”

“Hi Clark.”

You’re still wearing that overly serious expression and the woman smiles.

“Clark Kent, it’s nice to put a name to the face. (Y/N) speaks highly of you. I’m Diana Prince.”

You nudged Diana with a little glare at the statement, and she brushed it off, shaking Clark’s hand.

“Nice to meet you too Ms Prince.”

“Please, just Diana is fine.”

Lex is trying to hide his smile.

“Ms. Prince here is interested in joining my earth day initiative. The foundation is still very new, but with our collective companies it is sure to be a success. Since you’re here Clark, why don’t you show (Y/N) around while we discuss.”

“Yes, I’m sure she would like that.” Diana agrees.

You just roll your eyes.

“Let’s go, Clark. She’s just trying to get rid of me.”

Clark follows, sending Lex a look in which he returns with a subtle good luck.

Your steps disappear down the hall and you take in the portraits and other displays in Lex’s mansion. A few minutes in you notice Clark’s lack of commentary.

“You’re quiet.”

Your words seem to pull him back.

“Sorry.”

“You don’t have to apologize.”

You turn another corner.

“Last time you said that Ms. Prince wasn’t your mother. Is she your sister?”

He could spot the subtle resemblance.

That’s not really the question you expect.

Nevertheless, you answer. You literally know his biggest secret. If nothing, you could at least show a little good faith.

“My mother died when I was younger. Diana is my guardian. She took me in when she didn’t have to. I left home because being there just reminded me of what I no longer had.”

He suddenly feels like he shouldn’t have asked. Because if the story of your mother is that tragic, he can only imagine what you would have to say about your father.

“I never really knew them, my birth parents. I came here when I was really young. They sent me here to save me.”

You glance at him. There’s a look on his face. One that expresses that he wishes he could have shared those moments with them, even if it were his last.

It’s weird that you feel so comfortable around him. You’ve always been good at compartmentalizing. Keeping your emotions, friends, secrets, processing it all separately. There’s no one on this planet but Diana that knows your identity.

Well, now Clark.

“I never knew my father. My mother told me stories, but I have a feeling that’s all they were. If he were so honorable, he would not have abandoned his child. Maybe that’s why I’m so unhinged. He probably had a shitty temper too.”

Clark can’t help but smile at the statement.

“Is that why you made a scene in the cafeteria?”

“Maybe.”

You send a little smile and he chuckles.

“I appreciate it, regardless of the reason. Thank you.”

He stops walking, turning to you. You pause in place.

“You don’t have to thank me. Mortals are easy to restrain. It must be frightening being that weak. Back on the island he would not last a day.”

Clark has half the mind to ask about this island, but that might be a conversation for another day.

“We should head back.”

You nod, following him as you both begin to walk in step back to the main room.

As you’re walking, Clark steals a glance. He feels a bit satisfied that you aren’t glaring like you usually do. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 7

Friday afternoons were made for getting all your grading done so you could enjoy a stress free weekend.

You'd planned to go to Central City to visit your uncle, but that idea was sort of in the air because you were still a bit worried about Lex. He told you that he needed a few more days with his project and you were a little worried that he wasn't taking proper breaks or getting rest.

The plan was to stop by his place tomorrow and drag him out of the mansion.

You just needed to get through this.

Also apparently get a lollipop for Clark because he looks like a kid deprived of candy. He's been sulking since he showed up at your place that evening.

"Why are you so mopey?"

"I just feel like you're replacing me. Plus I'll probably end up walking in on you two if I just decided to show up at your place without warning."

Your brows scrunch up as you try to listen, but also concentrate on the answers before you.

"What are you complaining about?"

"Lex's crush on you."

The statement caused you to create a long scratch on the paper.

You cursed when you realized and Clark now looks invested.

"W-What do you mean a crush, are you crazy!! Lex doesn't see me that way!!"

Your denial was a bit suspicious.

Any other person would have brushed it off, but your face was actually getting red.

Clark looked like he was assessing the situation.

"(Y/N) do you..have feelings for Lex?"

You really should have seen it coming.

Clark may be blind, but he's not stupid.

Except when it comes to his own life.

"THAT'S NONE OF YOUR BUSINESS!!"

So that was a definite yes.

Clark sighed.

"You should tell Lex."

"Are you mad!"

"Trust me."

"Yeah, cause that has never bitten me in the butt before."

"That was one time and it wasn't my fault!!"

"Sure."

With the current topic, you knew you couldn't even think, much less work on the papers. You dropped the red pen with a frown.

"Because of you I have to give this kid an A+. If I give back this paper they might think I'm out to get them."

You slid it to the bottom of the stack, running a hand through your hair.

"Where the hell did this come from all of a sudden?"

"It's not that sudden. You've been spending all your time with Lex. You were probably planning to hang out with him this weekend."

You bite your lip guilty and Clark sent you an accusatory look.

"I knew it!!"

"Whatever!! When did you become such a clingy puppy?"

His face fell.

'I'm not clingy."

Then he persisted to look like an actual puppy that was just denied a pat on the head.

"He says, looking like a kicked puppy."

There was literally no winning.

You try your best not to think about it. Even when you do stop by Lex's place.

It's hard to pretend that you don't wonder what it would be like. To be with him. To watch him smile, because more often than not he's wearing that blank expression. Almost like he's guarding himself. 

Guarding his feelings.

You don't want to be just another person that he has to wear a mask around.

So you sort of take the coward's way out. In the event that you're wrong and he doesn't see you that way, at least this conversation would be something you can both laugh off.

"Clark thinks you have a thing for me."

Lex's shoulders became tense, and you're sitting there waiting for him to vehemently deny it, but he just looked stunned. Like you'd just found out something you shouldn't have.

He wanted to punch Clark at that moment because he distinctly remembered telling him not to say a word.

Despite yourself, you blushed, clearly caught off guard. This is what you were hoping for, but it's still a shock.

"Listen, this doesn't mean that we..that you have to.."

For the first time Lex was speechless. You were so used to being the one flustered. Yet Lex was the one losing his composure.

He looks away.

"I don't expect anything from you." He finally says.

Although those are his words, you feel the pulse of disappointment that streams from his body. It's become clear that he's been keeping this from you to maintain this newfound friendship.

"I care about you. I didn't want to sacrifice that. I want to have someone that I can trust who knows parts of me that no one else does. I enjoy your company and this friendship. Wanting anymore than that would be selfish. I've ruined too many relationships by being selfish. I wasn't about to lose this one."

Now that seems unavoidable.

"So you..have a crush on me?"

Lex huffs.

"You make it sound like we're high schoolers."

You have to admit that at this moment you feel like one. Your list of suitors is fairly small. You dated one guy back in high school and that was before you discovered your powers. The second you learned what you were capable of you sort of turned yourself off. More as a defense.

Yet...Lex knows everything and he still wants that chance. You know a lot of his indiscretions and you can say for a fact that you do have faith in him as a person. If anything, his past has made you respect what he's trying to become.

Lex's back is still turned, so you know he doesn't truly hear when you approach. You're hesitant. When you reach for him, you do your best to control your powers, because you don't want them to influence anything. You want to see, feel all that Lex is trying to convey naturally. He turns at the touch, clearly a bit startled at the lack of distance. Your eyes search for him, and when you touch his cheek, he's frozen in place. Everything is so easily displayed on his face and you can't help but wonder how you never noticed before. The pulse that releases from his body is so sudden that you gasp. Your hand drops to his shoulder and your knees buckle. Lex is quick to catch you.

"What's wrong!!"

He looks terrified at the prospect of you being hurt, and you can't seem to stop yourself. You lean up and kiss him. Lex is stunned for a moment, but the second your hands wrap around his neck, he pulls you back to your feet and flush to his body. He's holding on so tightly, like he's afraid this will all be a dream. His hand immediately finds purchase in your hair and you grip at his clothing.

This all feels like a fever, and illusion.

When you begin sliding his jacket off his shoulder, Lex pulls back.

"W-Wait we.."

He's breathing heavily.

You're still trying to collect yourself. When you do, he can see the way color rushes to your cheeks. It's frankly the cutest thing he's ever seen.

"L-Lex I'm sorry I don't know what-"

He shakes his head, still holding you close.

"It was my fault. You were reacting to me, weren't you?"

You swallow, licking your lips. Right now you should be focusing on his words, but his lips look so enticing.

He never thought that such a desperate look would have that effect on him.

"Do you really feel the same way or are you just..responding to me?"

Lex looks a bit unsure. Because more than anything he wants these feelings to be real. Looking at him, you understand. So you take a breath to settle your heart rate. To clear your mind. When you feel ready, you smile at him and press your palm over his heart.

"This is how I feel."

There's a distinct pink glow and Lex is the one who gasps, because what he feels in his chest is hard to explain. You've never truly used your abilities on him. Partly because of fear and the other due to uncertainty. He's not the only one who's been hiding his feelings.

It takes a few seconds, and the glow dissipates. You're smiling at him shyly and Lex takes your open palm, still a bit breathless.

There's no words he can use to describe how incredible that just felt. He squeezes your hand just a little, and you bite your lip, right before Lex leans in and claims it. You accept the kiss happily, smiling against his lips.

At this very moment, all you feel is content. 

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Lex Luthor (Smallville) - Short Story : Chapter 6

It’s usually custom to use the door, but some people don’t seem to get that concept.

“Hi there.”

You screeched at the voice, and Clark raced into your room. It probably didn’t help that you’d just gotten out of the shower and you were still standing in a towel. He was in hero mode the minute he stepped inside your room, but the second he caught sight of you dripping wet, it was as if all his brain power had dissolved.

“CLARK!!”

“Sorry!!” He replied. He spun around in the other direction.

“What are you doing!! Catch that freaking hot stranger in my bed!!” You yelled.

Clark’s gaze moved to the brunette and she just smiled.

“Zatanna, nice to meet you.”

She was dressed like a circus performer, holding out a hand.

“GET OUT OF MY HOUSE!!!”

It’s clear that the morning was off to an interesting start.

After getting dressed, you met Clark and his friend downstairs. Clearly annoyed.

“We’ve talked about this, you can’t just show up. Especially at my friend’s house.”

“She’s the one that called me here.” Zatanna reasoned.

“I don’t even know you lady.” You were glaring and she smiled.

“I was summoned by the call of your magic. I thought I was the only gifted being here, but it seems I was wrong.” She was still wearing that knowing smile, and now you took a seat on your couch, clearly trying to follow what she was saying.

“What do you mean by magic? I don’t have magic.”

She was looking at you as if it were a joke, then she started laughing.

“You’re kidding right. Do you really not know that you’re magical? You have empathic abilities, where did you think they came from?”

“The meteor shower.”

“Oh, please. That meteor shower may have been supernatural, but there is so much more out there than our alien friend here.” She pointed to Clark.

“You’re a crossbreed, just like me. I got my powers from my father, but your abilities must have been further down your familial tree. Mages don’t typically manifest one so prominently. It must mean that your other abilities are still growing. “

You weren’t sure if you liked the sound of that. Because you were still struggling to get a grasp on this one.

Zatanna could see your worried look, and she moved closer, patting your arm teasingly.

“Relax, you have me now. I’m a little busy, but I can pop by now and then to show you the ropes. I’m relieved you didn’t turn out to be a lust craze deity like my last trip.”

“A what?”

She brushed it off.

“Don’t worry about it, I’ll be seeing you both soon.”

You wanted more questions, but you blinked and she was gone.

That was irritating. Your eyes moved to Clark who tensed up from his spot next to your couch.

“Why are all your superhuman friends so weird?”

He just chuckled nervously.

“The next time one of them breaks in I’m shooting you.”

“Why me!!”

“BECAUSE I CAN!!”

Maybe you were still a bit bitter that she’d scared the crap out of you while you were almost naked. You had a right to hold a grudge.

~

Lex wasn’t a stranger to being alone. He’d gotten used to it. The isolation. Although lately he’d become much more used to company. Just not the kind he expected. That’s why he told himself he should have called. You shouldn’t just show up at someone’ s house.

That’s what he thought, but now that he was at your door, he couldn’t turn away now. Sucking in a breath, he knocked twice. He could vaguely hear shuffling, or was that yelling?

The door opened, and the last person he wanted to see was Clark.

The space became quiet.

Too quiet.

“Who’s at the door Clark!!”

You sound so casual and Lex couldn’t help but feel jealous at how familiar you sound as you call Clark.

“It’s Lex.”

His tone was almost emotionless. Lex knew better than to expect anything less.

“Good to see you too, Clark.”

The door opened just a bit wider, and you peeked your head out from under Clark’s arm. For a brief moment his mind forgot about his giant of an ex-best friend. Because of the clear size difference, well, he couldn’t deny that you looked unnaturally cute. Especially with wet hair.

Wait..wet hair?

“Geez, do none of you have a good concept of manners. First Clark almost catches me with the towel down and now you’re randomly showing up.”

Your words caused a shift. Lex wasn’t sure why, but he felt a sense of relief at your explanation. The thought of you with Clark, it..it didn’t sit well with him.

You pushed Clark out the door and he stumbled, looking at you incredulously. Lex moved to the side, obviously not expecting it either.

“Go and find your weird friend and tell her not to pop up in my bedroom again.” You said taking Lex’s hand as you guided him inside.

“Come on Lex, at least you don’t have your millionaire friends sneaking into my bedroom.”

“It’s not my fault she’s crazy!!” Clark called.

“Goodbye Clark!”

You closed the door in his face, and Lex just stood there, trying to process what happened.

“Did you really just kick him out?”

“Wanna join him?”

“No ma’am.”

“Good, make yourself at home, I was just about to have lunch.”

“It’s two in the afternoon.”

“Oh,”

You supposed talking to that witch messed with your plans.

“A snack it is.”

You turned to the kitchen and Lex followed behind hesitantly. He’d never been inside your house. This wasn't exactly how he pictured his first visit.

“(Y/N)..”

Clark’s whiny voice on the other side of your door pulled you back.

“What, why are you still here!!”

“Let me in!”

You huff.

You wanted to hang out with Lex, but you didn’t want two of them glaring at each other the entire afternoon.

“Fine, I’ll let you in, but you play nice with Lex.”

There’s a prolonged silence on the other side.

“Fine.”

You smile, and Lex is anything if not impressed.

“It’s open.” You call.

He turned the knob, stepping in, clearly mad that you hadn’t even bothered to lock it just to torment him.

It was definitely going to be an interesting evening. 

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Clark Kent (Smallville) Short Story - Chapter 17

The aftermath is messy. 

Turns out Aaron Morgan had been running from a lot of people.

Your eyes seemed trained on the van. 

There’s a number of vehicles parked in the space. 

News, sheriff, ambulance..FBI.

You can’t believe that your own brother was a felon. 

“Apparently he’s been on the FBI’s radar for months. They're going to take him back to Washington. He’s going to be given a trial. Twenty years if he’s lucky. For a kid he sure got around. Larceny, trespassing, assault.  You name it. He’s done it. “ 

The agents are giving you a rundown of his crimes. 

“We’ll be in contact. If he happens to make parole they’ll notify you of his release. The chances of that are slim.” His partner advised. 

Harry hasn’t left your side and Clark looks sullen. You catch a glimpse of them carrying Aaron into the van. He looks at you for just a second, then diverts his gaze. His form disappears behind the glass and you sigh just as the agents begin to pack up and leave. 

You aren’t really sure how to feel about any of this. 

You’ve already been checked out by the paramedics. Nothing appears wrong. They had instructed that you come back to the hospital just to be safe. But you refused. You have no intention of spending the night at a hospital. 

After carefully wrapping your bruised wrists, you were free to go. A few of the vehicles are beginning to leave and the Sheriff turns to you.

“I can give you all a ride back.” She offers. 

Harry nods and you follow as you all climb into the car.

As you’re pulling away, you look down at your hands. Although you see no difference, something has changed. After what you witnessed with Aaron you know there must have been some truth to what he said. 

Either that or you’d been hallucinating. 

Neither option is very desirable at the moment. 

“She can take you back to the farm if that’s what you want.” Harry states.  

Clark is seated at the front, and he listens attentively. You and Harry are at the back but he’s made an attempt to sit at a distance. Something tells you that’s more for your peace of mind than anything else. 

With a shake of your head, you scoot closer to him, taking his hand. Harry is a bit stunned, but you just lay your head on his shoulder. 

“I want to go home.” You whisper. 

You squeeze his hand a bit tighter, and he finally returns it. He wraps his hand around your shoulder, pulling you into his chest and it’s at that moment that you break down. 

You know for a fact that both Clark and the Sheriff hear your cries.

No other words are exchanged.

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