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Frozen Solitude
Warning: This fic has a dark side and has been described as a tissue fic. Rated M for future mature themes and language.
Prologue
This was just great. This was the single weirdest thing that had ever happened to her, this was the weirdest thing she had ever even heard of happening to someone, and she had listened to the whole wall of weird explanation. You go to bed one night every thing's normal, the next thing you know your locked in some weird room hoping the tights brigade aren't as insane as their wardrobes. Now what Lane?
Having nothing better to do in this room that looked somewhat like a walk in closet and desperate for some form of answers she pressed her ear against the plastic looking door and strained to hear. She could just barely make out the voices on the other side.
“So do you think maybe it's a robot?” an all too enthusiastic boyish voice questioned.
“No she's flesh and blood...” She recognized that voice, the flying guy who brought her here.
What on earth are they talking about? I seem to be the new development... but they must have sad lives to conjecture about me, so I fell from no where on to a freeway... okay so maybe their lives aren't that sad.
“What ever you called me for had better be important.” The voice was cold, harsh, commanding and strangely familiar.
“I wouldn't have called you if...” flying guy starts up but then is quickly interrupted by cold familiar voice guy.
“If it's another piece of Brainiac I already told you what to do with those things.”
“No, nothing like that - at least we don't think it's anything like that - I said she could be a robot but no body else thinks so - she's kinda hot a little weird and wearing bunny slippers. Oh! she could be an evil alien shape shifter - er no offense there - but to get to the point when we heard what she called herself we knew you were the only one who would know what to do.” The kid voiced out in about 2 seconds.
Lois looked down at her now horribly scuffed bunny slippers, Yep talking about me. What I called myself? I just told the flying tights man my name-Before she could finish her thought creepy cold guy spoke.
“What did she call herself.” It wasn't a question it was a demand worded like a question.
“Well *gulp*... she ah called herself Lois Lane.” Flying guy said.
“Show me.” Lois jumped back from the door ...not knowing what would appear when it opened up. That and the prospect of falling on her face when her support fell through got her moving fast. What she saw when the door slid up shocked her more than anything else to date.
He was tall, his hair slick backed, wearing some weird black and white unitard. His stance, dress and grooming all made her think of the military, he stood tall shoulders back not a hair out of place or a wrinkle to be found. His lips were pulled back into a snarl, his blue-green eyes were colder then his voice, which she had not thought possible, and a flash of anger seemed to jump into them as he examined her closely, but like the rest of him the anger was as cold as ice.
Despite all these things she recognized him at once. She had just seen him yesterday, but everything about him was so wrong it made it hard to believe. So she did the only logical thing she could do. She looked him straight in the eye and said: “Smallville?”
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Author's note and excuses:
This fic is my first huge fic and I am afraid to finish it. Seriously. It hasn't been worked on in 2 years (I first started working on it in 2007!) sorry... really sorry for anyone who has read what I have posted elsewhere, but I really do WANT to work on it and finish it. Right now it has 26 chapters including the prologue finished and will probably be about 29-30 chapters long, it's that close to the end, probably where the horrible anxity is coming from... possibly. I plan to try and post one chapter every week, while rereading and hopefully by the time what's written is up, what's written will be the whole fic. You have all been warned...