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crossoverficTitle: Those Eyes That Burn Me Away
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Smallville/Twilight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Ships: Lois/Edward, Chloe
Setting: Smallville Season 4
Spoilers: heavy AU
Summary: “Good luck with that, Lois, just try to not get killed this time.”
Note: Needed a break from both Elle and Heroes (but don't worry a Pelle is in the works) so I thought it would be fun trying out this couple. This first one is a test but since I like these two a lot expect lots more. Hmmm...I have a whole lot of tables (10 or so) should I get another Lois Lane crossover one?
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Disclaimer: Not Mine.
“Who the hell is that?”
I've grown used to looks (and on rare occasions a whistle or two) from guys which most of the time I choose to ignore, like the one Lexy throws my way every now and then, but from this guy it was different then all the rest.
His eyes (that both look and act like they're on fire) always find me and never leave me the hell alone, they burn and I'm afraid one day they might turn me to ash, and this has been going on none-stop for weeks on end.
“Edward Cullen, him and his family just moved to Smallville. I believe after all the strange weather started happening, maybe they like never ending rain?”
Ever since after incident with the most troublesome rock in the whole goddamn world (can you guess what color it is?) Smallville has turned from the sunniest city in Kanas to one big pit of doom and gloom where the rain never seems to end.
And I guess that's what turns this freak on, oh and stalking me with those never blinking eyes of his (they change color faster then my hair).
“That's too easy, there is something fishy about both Edward and his family and I'm just the girl to figure it out!”
“Good luck with that, Lois, just try to not get killed this time.”
“Don't worry, Chlo, it will be just like all the times before. Finding out the truth, get kidnaped, get saved, the whole show.”
“Oh god.”
-
All of this should I have set off a warning (which I don't seem to have, just ask Kent) the moment I set out to do it, following stalker-boy this way and that, and of course the first thing I did was get caught.
Before I could make a u-turn and run like hell Edward was in front of me like a flash of light, his hands holding me in place (like blocks of stone keeping me still), eyes a ablaze with something I couldn't understand.
(irritation but not fully anger, if that would have been the case I would be one dead reporter)
“Why are you following me?”
“Whoa, hands off buddy! I could be asking the same thing, why the hell have you been staring me down ever since you got here? Huh, pretty boy, why?”
That's the moment when my warnings signs finally started to kick in (with his hands still closing me in), turning every color of the damn rainbow, but like always they were late.
(it's been this way since the very start, when being kidnapped or attacked was a daily thing)
“That's a easy one, Ms. Lane (Lois, Lois, I want to say it so bad), because I'm attracted to you, is that a good enough answer for you?”
I knew I should be fearing him, and the strength that was ten times greater then mine, but back then I knew something was up but I had no idea that it involved fangs and legends.
(the kind of stories I didn't even believe as a child, filled with the supernatural crap I hate)
“Fine, now can you let me go?”
“Of course, but first I need to do something I've wanted since I came here, since I first laid my eyes on you.”
His hands left my arms (leaving purple bruises behind, which wouldn't be last of them) and his cold lips found mine, and instead of fighting away I found a new pair of lips that I loved more then all others.
(even better then ones that would come in the future, yes, even my Superman is on that list)
But before I could ask why (why did he want the lips of a muffin peddling collage dropout?) or begin to get my brain back in working order he was gone faster then he came, only thing left was the last glimpse of a smirk and tingling lips.
-
“Lois, I see you're not A: dead or B: kidnapped, so I'm guessing you had a good day?”
“Hell yes, the best day I've had in a long time (better then any almost kiss from Kent), Chlo, and that's thanks to Edward freaking Cullen.”
Author: Rosie1234
Fandom: Smallville/Twilight
Rating: PG
Word Count: 705
Ships: Lois/Edward, Chloe
Setting: Smallville Season 4
Spoilers: heavy AU
Summary: “Good luck with that, Lois, just try to not get killed this time.”
Note: Needed a break from both Elle and Heroes (but don't worry a Pelle is in the works) so I thought it would be fun trying out this couple. This first one is a test but since I like these two a lot expect lots more. Hmmm...I have a whole lot of tables (10 or so) should I get another Lois Lane crossover one?
For:
brokengemDisclaimer: Not Mine.
“Who the hell is that?”
I've grown used to looks (and on rare occasions a whistle or two) from guys which most of the time I choose to ignore, like the one Lexy throws my way every now and then, but from this guy it was different then all the rest.
His eyes (that both look and act like they're on fire) always find me and never leave me the hell alone, they burn and I'm afraid one day they might turn me to ash, and this has been going on none-stop for weeks on end.
“Edward Cullen, him and his family just moved to Smallville. I believe after all the strange weather started happening, maybe they like never ending rain?”
Ever since after incident with the most troublesome rock in the whole goddamn world (can you guess what color it is?) Smallville has turned from the sunniest city in Kanas to one big pit of doom and gloom where the rain never seems to end.
And I guess that's what turns this freak on, oh and stalking me with those never blinking eyes of his (they change color faster then my hair).
“That's too easy, there is something fishy about both Edward and his family and I'm just the girl to figure it out!”
“Good luck with that, Lois, just try to not get killed this time.”
“Don't worry, Chlo, it will be just like all the times before. Finding out the truth, get kidnaped, get saved, the whole show.”
“Oh god.”
-
All of this should I have set off a warning (which I don't seem to have, just ask Kent) the moment I set out to do it, following stalker-boy this way and that, and of course the first thing I did was get caught.
Before I could make a u-turn and run like hell Edward was in front of me like a flash of light, his hands holding me in place (like blocks of stone keeping me still), eyes a ablaze with something I couldn't understand.
(irritation but not fully anger, if that would have been the case I would be one dead reporter)
“Why are you following me?”
“Whoa, hands off buddy! I could be asking the same thing, why the hell have you been staring me down ever since you got here? Huh, pretty boy, why?”
That's the moment when my warnings signs finally started to kick in (with his hands still closing me in), turning every color of the damn rainbow, but like always they were late.
(it's been this way since the very start, when being kidnapped or attacked was a daily thing)
“That's a easy one, Ms. Lane (Lois, Lois, I want to say it so bad), because I'm attracted to you, is that a good enough answer for you?”
I knew I should be fearing him, and the strength that was ten times greater then mine, but back then I knew something was up but I had no idea that it involved fangs and legends.
(the kind of stories I didn't even believe as a child, filled with the supernatural crap I hate)
“Fine, now can you let me go?”
“Of course, but first I need to do something I've wanted since I came here, since I first laid my eyes on you.”
His hands left my arms (leaving purple bruises behind, which wouldn't be last of them) and his cold lips found mine, and instead of fighting away I found a new pair of lips that I loved more then all others.
(even better then ones that would come in the future, yes, even my Superman is on that list)
But before I could ask why (why did he want the lips of a muffin peddling collage dropout?) or begin to get my brain back in working order he was gone faster then he came, only thing left was the last glimpse of a smirk and tingling lips.
-
“Lois, I see you're not A: dead or B: kidnapped, so I'm guessing you had a good day?”
“Hell yes, the best day I've had in a long time (better then any almost kiss from Kent), Chlo, and that's thanks to Edward freaking Cullen.”
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