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26 August 2010 @ 01:43 pm

After the BS that was last night, I had forgotten how much fun it is to crawl into a familiar place and flesh it out. It's been a bit since a fic made me giggle like a schoolgirl. And I had forgotten how much fun it is to show my OTP at the very beginning. :D I really hope that everyone will enjoy this Snapshot half as much as I am. 


< An update to your left.
On the Verge of: creativecreative
Trekkie6trekkie6 on August 27th, 2010 04:57 am (UTC)
I *could* enjoy it if I could see it on my phone. Yay for LJ going mobile! Hi LoLo!
Lois: LS :: Snapshots :: Kal-El & Tiekalalanekent on August 27th, 2010 06:11 am (UTC)
Re: HEE!
Well, then, here we go!

~The Final Act?~

The ‘copter began to spin wildly, smashing into the control tower and careening back toward the edge of the roof. The entire world had narrowed to the sickening flash of red, blue, and white lights as they turned in ever faster, even wider circles. Lois couldn’t hold back a wail, forced to admit that she was unable to get herself out of this situation, her mind vapor-locked in sheer panic. There was nothing she could do, nothing at all, no way out, not a shred of control…

Then the helicopter struck the roof railing and caught, losing its lift and momentum as the two of them were bounced around in their seats. A moment later it was hung up on the very edge by one skid, the rotors spinning to a stop, the smell of burning in the air. The pilot collapsed, and Lois shook him, trying to wake him up. They had to get out of here now, dammit!

One final lurch sideways threw Lois against the door, which popped open. She found herself hanging by her seat belt, staring out the open door at the sidewalk sixty-five stories below. It felt like her heart stopped and her lungs froze at that moment, her eyes huge as she stared down at the pavement yawning below her. This was surreal. Her day had been filled with a lot of little worries: how to keep Galloway from realizing he’d been scooped, what to ask the President, how to give Clark a hint without crushing his innocent Midwestern soul, what to wear to the press conference. Yet now she had only one thing on her mind: surviving to plant her ankle-strap heels on solid ground once more.

With no easy options, Lois found herself doing the sensible thing, and screamed for help.
She heard no reply. No one came running, and the helicopter was still rocking precariously. Bracing herself, she took a deep breath. No rescue from that quarter. Only one thing to do, then. Unbuckling her seat belt went against every instinct, but she’d rather not be strapped into this bird when it went over the side for good. Which, eventually, it would. Resolutely not looking down, Lois started to climb over the unconscious pilot. She’d help him later if she could, but the first rule in any emergency was to secure your own safety before helping others.

Lois was almost to the far door when she lost her grip and started to slip into gravity’s embrace. She caught herself immediately, but happened to glance down again and felt her stomach lurch. There were people were gathering on the street below now, and their screams of horror and shock were drifting up to her. And here she was, sixty-five stories from the ground, clinging to an accident waiting to happen She couldn’t help a howl of sheer terror.

~Little Secrets Snapshots:
Once Upon A Time...In The City of Metropolis

HI, YONNIE! *tacklesnuggles*

Edited at 2010-08-27 06:12 am (UTC)