DISTRIBUTION: Twisting the Hellmouth,
SUMMARY: Small towns have a way of keeping secrets.
DISCLAIMER: I don’t own any characters from lois and Clark. They belong to DC comics, Warner brothers and probably several others. I don’t own any characters from the Buffyverse either. Those belong to Joss.
The sonic boom overhead was hardly unexpected,
despite Smallville's being hundreds of miles from the
nearest airport or military base.
Bob Jones glanced up at the sky, then said, "It
looks like Clark is visiting the Kents again."
"Do they really think they're fooling anyone?" Bob's
best friend, Joe Peterson, set his post hole digger
into the ground and leaned against it. "What with
government men looking for spaceships the year that
Clark was born, that nutcase Trask kidnapping the
Kents for Kryptonite, and that whole Nor thing?"
"Half the town knew the minute that the first
pictures came out. A change in a haircut might be
enough to fool a city slicker, but we've been around
him for our whole lives."
Joe snickered. "Well, there's the glasses. I guess in
the big city, that's like having a ski mask."
"Well, city folks rush around so much, I guess they
don't have time to see much of anything. You have to
admit that we didn't really catch on to the whole
thing when he was growing up." Bob grabbed a beer
from the ice chest in the rear of the pickup truck.
"Well, what did we have? A few fires, a kid who was
adopted and never sick...one who seemed to know a
little too much? Most people just thought he was a
juvenile delinquent and a peeping tom."
"Makes you wonder just how much peeping he did when
he first got those x-ray eyes of his." Bob popped the
top and took a long pull. "Just imagine being fifteen
and being able to see into the girls locker room. I
seem to remember him being a lot happier that year."
"The girls say he was always a boy scout...you know
how word gets around. He probably didn't look any
more than he had to."
"With puberty, he might not have had a choice."
Joe pulled a beer from the truck and began to drink
it in silence.
"You think the Kents know that we all know?" Joe
"I don't see how they can't. Clark prances around in tights and doesn’t even wear a mask, and he expects us to ignore that?”
"So why doesn't anyone talk to them about it?"
"Well, it seems to be important to Clark. I think he
wants to feel normal or something, so most of us
pretend just to humor him." Bob shook his head. "It's
not like it costs us anything to be nice."
The next sonic boom appeared overhead.
"He didn't stay long. He's probably just dropping his
stuff off. They say he's going to ask that girl of
his to marry him. Wanda May overheard the Kents
talking about the ring he'd bought."
"Speaking of marriage...did you hear what Kim
Browning was doing while her husband was out of town
The sounds of Clark's flight faded into the distance.
“She acts like nobody knows anything now that she’s in college.” Jake stared at the beautiful blond at the table with her close group of friends.
John nodded. “After we gave her a sparkly umbrella and everything. Class protector.”
“Now she acts like Jane Normal college girl, like none of us actually remember what’s been going on around town.”
“The mayor turned into a snake on graduation day, and she told us it was going to happen. Does she think we all have brain damage?”
“I hear she’s dating another vampire.” A third friend stumbled up to the table with drinks.
“People are gonna call her the vampire layer if she keeps that up.” John grinned.
“Not to her face.” Jake said quietly.
“If someone who can kill you with her pinkie wants to pretend to be normal, I’m all for letting it go.”
The three friends glanced at each other, then back at the petite blonde. As far as they were concerned, what Buffy Summers wanted, Buffy Summers got.
Nobody would be stupid enough to let her know a thing, no matter what they said among themselves.
As for telling outsiders…who would believe them?
All three shook their heads and decided to move on to happier topics. “I’ve heard that there are nude photos of Lois Lane on the web.”
“Those are total fakes, man.”
“Next thing you know, you’re going to tell me you don’t believe in Superman.”
“Well, my cousin Ernest was saved by him last week, so he’s real. But carrying on an affair with a reporter? Come on….”