Title: The Dangers of Muttering
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: Pg
Pairing: Dawn/Clark
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, WB, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: In response to the 04/09/2004 drabble at tthdrabbles.
Summary: A slip of the tongue, nothing more or less.
~*~*~
“Who’s that?”
Lana looked up, shrugging her shoulders. “Some girl from out of town, I think.”
“She looks lonely,” Clark frowned, missing the slow, smile that spread over Lana’s features.
”So go work that Kent charm.”
He looked up, noted her teasing expression, and nodded.
The Talon was busy and, as luck would have it, one of the only empty chairs in the place was right next to her.
“Hi,” he smiled.
She looked up, blushing, her eyes giving him a discreet once over that brought a flush to spread over his cheeks. Definitely not a small town girl with a move like that.
“Hi,” she offered, turning back to the book in front of her. Something old and worn looking.
“You. . .um. . .look lonely.”
She lowered her book, arching her eyebrow with a playful quirk of her lips before raising it again.
“My name is Dawn. I’m just waiting while our car gets fixed.”
Clark blinked in surprise at the mumbled part after; a slip of the tongue he was sure he wasn’t supposed to have heard.
“Stupid Tikar demon. Just had to go and jack up the engine and strand us in the middle of nowhere.”
~*~End Drabble~*~
Author: Jinni (druscilla@cox.net)
Rated: Pg
Pairing: Dawn/Clark
Disclaimer: All things BtVS belong to Joss Whedon, et al. All things Smallville belong to DC Comics, WB, et al.
Distribution: The normal places.
Author’s Notes: In response to the 04/09/2004 drabble at tthdrabbles.
Summary: A slip of the tongue, nothing more or less.
~*~*~
“Who’s that?”
Lana looked up, shrugging her shoulders. “Some girl from out of town, I think.”
“She looks lonely,” Clark frowned, missing the slow, smile that spread over Lana’s features.
”So go work that Kent charm.”
He looked up, noted her teasing expression, and nodded.
The Talon was busy and, as luck would have it, one of the only empty chairs in the place was right next to her.
“Hi,” he smiled.
She looked up, blushing, her eyes giving him a discreet once over that brought a flush to spread over his cheeks. Definitely not a small town girl with a move like that.
“Hi,” she offered, turning back to the book in front of her. Something old and worn looking.
“You. . .um. . .look lonely.”
She lowered her book, arching her eyebrow with a playful quirk of her lips before raising it again.
“My name is Dawn. I’m just waiting while our car gets fixed.”
Clark blinked in surprise at the mumbled part after; a slip of the tongue he was sure he wasn’t supposed to have heard.
“Stupid Tikar demon. Just had to go and jack up the engine and strand us in the middle of nowhere.”
~*~End Drabble~*~