Hi Mary!
/Places Tribute into arena in hopes of coaxing out more morsels/
TRIBUTE: Let’s see, here’s a bow and arrow. Now, where do I get more arrows from…
The Girlfriend Bet: An Interactive Fanfic (Part 1)
Wonderful, now you have to interact with virtual girlfriends, too. What is this, Virtually Destroyed?
It was ten years ago, today. Ten years ago, he had been seventeen, heartbroken, and completely and utterly stupid.
Is it wrong to at first go to at first go for “player got interactive, brunette girlfriend pregnant”?
Lana’s insistence that he needed her more than she needed him had been like acid under his skin, and so he’d opened his mouth and turned the insult into a wager.
Awwww, he’s training for being in a grown-up relationship.
LOIS: /stretches out her tongue/ he still won’t win against me.
Ten years. It had seemed like such a long time. Ten years, and then see who had the better partner, the better relationship, the better life. The outcome seemed obvious.
At first, I thought it was a wedding wager. But no, it’s a success competition. Will he get Lois to be his pretend girlfriend?
LANA: /shows up at the end of the Sewage Incident/ I win.
He knew what kind of woman he wanted to marry, even if the identity of his future wife turned out to be a wrong guess.
Oh?
From where he stood, he could just about see the future, with its picket fence and kids playing in the yard with their dog,
Yeah, those things won’t fly with Lois.
while Lana remained unpleasable and alone.
I think we had a story where Lana got together with Lex.
Two months after that day, he’d woken up a foot above his bed and realized that the future was less predictable than he’d realized.
Oops? He could say that his wife is the crown princess of… Kry-Canada. Yes, Canada. They’ve been married since like forever. It was… like destiny, like. Yes. Pre-ordained.
He’d done everything except get a girlfriend who could outclass both Lana and whatever sucker she’d gotten to fall for her.
Maybe he should phrase it slightly different when asking Lois to stand in for his … Canadian Princess Bride.
She hadn’t forgotten the bet, and she still intended to collect.
What did they get for? A night of passion?
Half of it was requests for interviews and movie deals, with some not-inconsiderable incentives attached.
Requests by female (and some male) studio execs?
Lois looked up suspiciously at the offerings being placed on her desk: next to her usual coffee sat a box with a German name stamped on the lid. Her eyes met Clark’s. “What’s this?”
When she bit into one, its exquisite bitterness gave way to a burst of creamy sweetness that nearly had her making inappropriate sounds at work.
/Cues When Harry Met Sally
. “Wow. Do you need a kidney or something? This is amazing!”
He took a deep breath. “My old girlfriend from high-school is in town, and I need her to think that we’re dating.”
A sip of coffee went down the wrong pipe. Lois sputtered a bit before staring up at her partner. “Excuse me?!”
Fascinating. So, Lois would be fine with all sorts of shenanigans happening, as long as she’s under anesthesia while it’s happening. Let’s not tell Lex, okay?
”Kent, are you crazy?! As if I would ever…” Her gaze drifted to the chocolates again. One smelled faintly like coffee when she picked it up, and notes of espresso melted on her tongue. “You said one of these every month?”
Oh, look, they’re negating price!
Her partner cringed. “Let’s just say that it’s for something she really can’t have, especially now.”
Wait, he did not offer his unicorn bait status as a wager, did he?
His hand came down over the box. “Okay, fine. I bet her my deepest secret, and she knows me well enough that she’ll know if I don’t actually give it. If I try to go back on our deal, everyone in Smallville will find out that I have something to hide from them. But please trust me when I say that telling her is absolutely not an option.”
He really could tell Lana about his being unicorn bait.
“Well, come on, Clark, how bad could this secret be? I mean, did you kill a man or something?” She chuckled.
No, those taxidermized squirrels all had passed before he took them home.
He didn’t. “I never killed anyone, no. But this is just as serious, and frankly, I’d rather not tell you either.”
He’s not good at making deals, is he?
She looked at the box. She looked at him. “Clark, if I’m going to do this, then…”
Box every week?
This is going to be a fun ride!
Michael
