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Dealing With the Unexpected by jenn (PG-13)
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lex
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seperis
Author Website: Here... I think.
Why this must be read: In SV, the mpreg fics are kinda a mandatory thing, but this one leaves all others behind for this sheer crackiness and sweetness. Plus it has a kick ass Lois, a motherly Martha, a great X-men crossover and all of it happens in Lex's filled to the gill with house guests penthouse.
Author's Synopsis - Being knocked up by Lex Luthor is *awesome*.
The thing is, Clark really *couldn't* have seen this coming.
"Lois. Shut up." From his position kneeling by the toilet, staring in dread down at the newly refreshed water, Clark considers how much his life has changed.
"I'm just saying, fried oysters from a kiosk--not a good idea." Even with the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears, he can hear her snapping her gum.
Life, he thinks wistfully. It had been better once. Before the uncontrollable vomiting.
"Smallville?" Lois taps on the bathroom door with the tips of her nails, and Clark wonders for a second what she'll do if anyone else comes in the men's room, which leads to thoughts of the sewer he had to rescue a sanitation worker from recently, reminding him of his sense of smell and how he'd wished he didn't have it, leading to--
"Fuck." And there goes breakfast from yesterday, he thinks sadly, keeping his eyes tightly closed as his stomach clenches, thoughtfully, like it's deciding if Clark's suffered enough.
"Wow," Lois says, sounding impressed. "So do you have a second stomach or something? I've always wondered about that, the way you eat--"
"Oh my God shut *up*," Clark grits out, hating her so much he would kill her with her own purse strap if that meant she would *shut up*. A twisting thread of dread starts weaving through his head that he ruthlessly quashes, because honestly, he can't deal with that. "I think I'm dying."
Lois is quiet for a moment. "Am I still in your will?"
Dealing With the Unexpected
Pairing: Clark/Lex
Author on LJ
seperisAuthor Website: Here... I think.
Why this must be read: In SV, the mpreg fics are kinda a mandatory thing, but this one leaves all others behind for this sheer crackiness and sweetness. Plus it has a kick ass Lois, a motherly Martha, a great X-men crossover and all of it happens in Lex's filled to the gill with house guests penthouse.
Author's Synopsis - Being knocked up by Lex Luthor is *awesome*.
The thing is, Clark really *couldn't* have seen this coming.
"Lois. Shut up." From his position kneeling by the toilet, staring in dread down at the newly refreshed water, Clark considers how much his life has changed.
"I'm just saying, fried oysters from a kiosk--not a good idea." Even with the sound of his own blood pounding in his ears, he can hear her snapping her gum.
Life, he thinks wistfully. It had been better once. Before the uncontrollable vomiting.
"Smallville?" Lois taps on the bathroom door with the tips of her nails, and Clark wonders for a second what she'll do if anyone else comes in the men's room, which leads to thoughts of the sewer he had to rescue a sanitation worker from recently, reminding him of his sense of smell and how he'd wished he didn't have it, leading to--
"Fuck." And there goes breakfast from yesterday, he thinks sadly, keeping his eyes tightly closed as his stomach clenches, thoughtfully, like it's deciding if Clark's suffered enough.
"Wow," Lois says, sounding impressed. "So do you have a second stomach or something? I've always wondered about that, the way you eat--"
"Oh my God shut *up*," Clark grits out, hating her so much he would kill her with her own purse strap if that meant she would *shut up*. A twisting thread of dread starts weaving through his head that he ruthlessly quashes, because honestly, he can't deal with that. "I think I'm dying."
Lois is quiet for a moment. "Am I still in your will?"
Dealing With the Unexpected
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