A Year in the Life Of [008/365] (Smallville // Clark/Lois)

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Title: A Year in the Life Of aka 365 Ways to Say 'I Love You' (008/365)
Author: Krys Yuy
Prompt: #107/gun (table HERE; chapter list HERE)
Summary: A year in the life of Clark Kent and Lois Lane. Glimpses into the first full year of their lives as a couple - the ups, downs and everything in between. Post-Pandora. A version of Offscreenville. Drabble/ficlet series.
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois
Warning: None.
Rating: PG-13/T
Word Count: 946
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. This fic is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Notes: Written for ayearinwriting. I’ve done a lot of ‘ups’. Time to touch on some ‘downs’. This has been a source of tension for them, to varying degrees, so I will of course come back to this topic later.


January 8 aka Party Crasher

A loud rip sounded in the relative quiet of the warehouse, making Lois wince. She looked back. Her pant leg had caught on a loose hook from one of the aisle’s many shelving racks.

Damn. These are my favorite pair, too.

The thought flitted briefly through her head. She knelt on the ground and held her breath, straining her ears to see if anyone had heard. Or maybe the rip wasn’t as noticeable as she imagined?

A chair scooted back.

“Hey, where you going?” A gruff, deep voice.

Lois closed her eyes and kept very still behind the crates. The two guards shuffled around in the large space she had snuck by earlier. She could hear the scraping of the chairs as they got up. Though she was now three rows away in a separate aisle, there was no actual cover for her if they decided to search the area. She reached down and fiddled with the rip in her jeans in order to keep her fidgety fingers occupied.

“I heard… didn’t you hear that?” This voice was slightly higher, a bit more nervous. She guessed he was the slimmer one, the one that looked a bit more thickheaded than his partner.

“Will you stop squirming?” A thump and some other sounds she couldn’t distinguish. “All right. I’ll sweep the north side. Take the south.”

Lois tensed. Great. She peeked through the cracks in time to see a shadow move in her general direction, towards the aisle perpendicular to hers. She crept backwards, thanking all her years of sneaking around military bases for her stealth now. That and her trusty boots.

When she reached the end of the aisle, she turned and looked out to see if the coast was clear. The anxious guard was further down, his back to her as he checked the rows on his side. The footsteps of the other lackey echoed louder and she took her chances, slipping into the aisle with the antsier of the two. Quickly, but quietly, she made her way in the direction opposite his, praying he didn’t turn around. She patted the inner pocket of her maroon jacket, the outline of her camera – her evidence – soothing her considerably.

Lois was almost at the door. She looked back one last time – the flustered guard was no longer there. Apprehension settled in her bones. She reached for the door handle, but froze as cold metal settled on her neck, the barrel of a gun unfortunately familiar.

“The boss hates sneaky little rats.” Lois recognized the rough voice. It was the guard with a calmer demeanor than his companion. He continued, “You’re out of luck, sweetheart.”

He grabbed one of her wrists. Her muscles tightened. Then he gave her a small opening – the moment he moved to pocket his gun so he could free his other hand. She didn’t question why he made such a rookie mistake; she exploited it. She whirled, smashing her elbow into his throat. She ignored the pain that burst from the point of contact, instead seizing the hand that held the gun, and slammed her shoulder into his chest with all her strength, bashing him against one of the warehouse racks.

He cried out as his head bounced on steel, but still struggled against her for a hold on his gun. The shock of the impact, however, had him off balance, and Lois didn’t give him a chance to regain it. She kneed him in the groin, hard, and he crumpled easily, much easier than she expected of such a stocky man. Without pause, she picked up the gun he dropped and pointed it at him.

“It’s a good thing I make my own luck,” she said.

He groaned, his eyes turning to slits as he glared at her. “Bitch.”

She opened her mouth, but then felt a presence behind her, remembering too late the other guard. She spun around in a roundhouse kick, aiming high, but started when her foot was caught. She balanced on her right foot and blinked up at her captor.

Blue eyes narrowed at her in disapproval and concern.

“Smallville!” She looked beyond him as if that would answer where he came from. She said, “Late to the party, as usual.”

He squeezed her ankle, the intensity of his expression not diminishing. “I wasn’t invited,” he said, releasing her foot. She lowered it smoothly and held the gun at her side. He added, “Neither were you.”

“Like that was gonna stop me,” she replied, snorting.

Clark walked around her, producing plastic ties from somewhere on his person, and knelt beside the guard on the ground. He bound the man’s hands with an efficiency that surprised Lois. But he was already talking before she could question him. “Why didn’t you call me?” he asked.

“It didn’t occur to me,” she replied honestly. She had stumbled upon a break and her first instinct was to investigate. The next thing she knew she was hiding her parked car and sneaking into a seedy warehouse.

He ran a hand through his hair, and she could see the frustration in the stern set of his jaw. “Lois, you just can’t –”

A shout rang out from the opposite side of the warehouse. “What the hell is this?”

“You leave Gumby tied up as a surprise for his boss?” she asked, referring to the other guard.

Clark nodded sharply.

“What the fuck am I paying you for? Search the building! And you – make sure everything’s accounted for.”

Anger still simmered on Clark’s face and Lois rolled her eyes. “Bottle up the attitude, Smallville,” she said, grabbing his hand. “And follow me.”

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Crossposted to ayearinwriting, clois, cloisfic, svclois, smallville, Divine Intervention.