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iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-07-30 05:07 pm
iluvroadrunner6) wrote2011-07-30 05:07 pm
Dean/Lois - kiss with a fist is better than none
Fandom: Supernatural/Smallville
Title: kiss with a fist is better than none
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iluvroadrunner6
Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lois Lane, Castiel
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Lois mistakes Dean for someone else.
Author’s Note: Written forsmokeandsong for the Five Acts meme which was ages ago, but I never crossposted. There’s going to be a couple of these so … I’m sorry in advance for the spam. Title is from "Kiss with a Fist" by Florence + the Machine.
Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Why me. Why do I always have to be the one to hit amnesiacs in cornfields with my car.”
Lois was guiding the tall man next to her by the arm, right through the crowded hallways of Smallville General Hosptial, while he looked around like he was seeing a hospital for the first time. It also didn’t help matters that the guy was Jason Teague, the psychopath who almost murdered the Kents and was supposedly killed in the meteor shower, but apparently that wasn’t the case. It was probably another cover-up job by people with more money than God. She would have to dig into that later, though. For now, she had to deal with the guy who had no idea who he was.
He seemed to snap to attention at the mention of her hitting him with his car, however, and frowned. “You hit me with your car? Is that how I—”
“Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” she snapped before he could finish his sentence. She did not want to consider the fact that she might have given Jason Teague amnesia. As much as she may have wanted to hit the jackass with his car, she didn’t think that she would actually commit the crime of hit and run. Besides, there was a nagging feeling that maybe this guy wasn’t quite Jason. He just seemed a little too … rough.
Then again, it had been five years, so who was she to talk.
Regardless, she didn’t stop until they wound up in a room, waiting for the doctor, and Jason just sat on the bed, staring at her as she paced back and forth in front of him. He seemed amused. Lois was not laughing. “Okay. First things first. If you happen to regain your memory in the next five minutes, which—I’m really hoping you don’t, because amnesia is really doing wonders for your personality—can you convince your cray-cray father not to sue me? Because that’s really not what I need right now, and I don’t think I hit you all that hard.”
“Wait.” There was a heavy frown of confusion there. “We know each other.”
“Yes, Jason, we know each other. Unfortunately.”
“Jason. Is that my name?” He mouthed around the word for a moment, before shaking his head. “I don’t feel like a Jason.”
“How do you know?” Lois replied, with her hands on her hips. “You can’t remember anything.”
Jason shook his head. “It doesn’t feel familiar at all. And neither do you, for that matter.” He then licked his lips a bit and smirked. “In fact, I’m damn sure I would have remembered you.”
Lois rolled her eyes again. “Stop thinking, before you make your amnesia worse.”
“Eh—I think it’d be a pretty decent way to go.” His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he leaned back against the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. “I’m betting that there’s a wild child under all that. I’m thinking black lace. Maybe even commando.”
… Was this guy seriously trying to guess what kind of underwear she was wearing? Something was … wrong here, and the doubts were starting to rear their ugly heads again. She shook them off, instead deciding to foster the blame elsewhere. “Who knew Lana was so into pervs.”
Jason continued to leer at her, and she was about to say something else when they suddenly weren’t alone anymore. There was a tall man in a trench coat, glancing back and forth between the two of them. He didn’t say anything at first, which meant that clearly Lois was going to have to.
“Who the hell are you?” The man didn’t respond, just made his way forward, extending his hand towards Jason’s forehead. Lois frowned, before starting to move forward. “Hey! What’re you doing?”
It was just a tap of fingers to the other man’s forehead, and suddenly Jason’s eyes regained a little focus. He blinked, a little disoriented for the moment, before giving the man a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Cas.”
Trenchcoat nodded, before looking back at her. “Who is she?”
“You first, CPA. I think that given I got him to the hospital, I deserve a little bit of an explanation here.” Lois’s hands landed on her hips, as she glared at them both. “Same from you, Jason.”
Jason smirked, before pushing himself to his feet. “First of all, I don’t know who this Jason guy is? But I ain’t him. My name’s Dean. Second of all, if I tried to explain him to you, we’d probably be here a while. Third of all—” He took another step closer until he was inches from her, and then let his eyes angle downwards. “—I totally called the black lace.”
Lois’s jaw clenched, he stance shifted, and her fist went flying out to crack across “Dean’s” jaw. She didn’t say a word as she stormed out of the room, but she could still hear well enough to hear the conversation behind her.
“Was that absolutely necessary, Dean?”
“Yup.” She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “And totally worth it.”
Title: kiss with a fist is better than none
Author:
iluvroadrunner6Rating: PG-13
Characters: Dean Winchester/Lois Lane, Castiel
Content Warning: N/A
Summary: In which Lois mistakes Dean for someone else.
Author’s Note: Written for
smokeandsong for the Five Acts meme which was ages ago, but I never crossposted. There’s going to be a couple of these so … I’m sorry in advance for the spam. Title is from "Kiss with a Fist" by Florence + the Machine.Disclaimer: I don’t own. They belong to the CW. I’m just borrowing and will put everything back where I found it.
“Why me. Why do I always have to be the one to hit amnesiacs in cornfields with my car.”
Lois was guiding the tall man next to her by the arm, right through the crowded hallways of Smallville General Hosptial, while he looked around like he was seeing a hospital for the first time. It also didn’t help matters that the guy was Jason Teague, the psychopath who almost murdered the Kents and was supposedly killed in the meteor shower, but apparently that wasn’t the case. It was probably another cover-up job by people with more money than God. She would have to dig into that later, though. For now, she had to deal with the guy who had no idea who he was.
He seemed to snap to attention at the mention of her hitting him with his car, however, and frowned. “You hit me with your car? Is that how I—”
“Let’s not jump to any conclusions,” she snapped before he could finish his sentence. She did not want to consider the fact that she might have given Jason Teague amnesia. As much as she may have wanted to hit the jackass with his car, she didn’t think that she would actually commit the crime of hit and run. Besides, there was a nagging feeling that maybe this guy wasn’t quite Jason. He just seemed a little too … rough.
Then again, it had been five years, so who was she to talk.
Regardless, she didn’t stop until they wound up in a room, waiting for the doctor, and Jason just sat on the bed, staring at her as she paced back and forth in front of him. He seemed amused. Lois was not laughing. “Okay. First things first. If you happen to regain your memory in the next five minutes, which—I’m really hoping you don’t, because amnesia is really doing wonders for your personality—can you convince your cray-cray father not to sue me? Because that’s really not what I need right now, and I don’t think I hit you all that hard.”
“Wait.” There was a heavy frown of confusion there. “We know each other.”
“Yes, Jason, we know each other. Unfortunately.”
“Jason. Is that my name?” He mouthed around the word for a moment, before shaking his head. “I don’t feel like a Jason.”
“How do you know?” Lois replied, with her hands on her hips. “You can’t remember anything.”
Jason shook his head. “It doesn’t feel familiar at all. And neither do you, for that matter.” He then licked his lips a bit and smirked. “In fact, I’m damn sure I would have remembered you.”
Lois rolled her eyes again. “Stop thinking, before you make your amnesia worse.”
“Eh—I think it’d be a pretty decent way to go.” His bottom lip caught between his teeth as he leaned back against the bed, lacing his fingers behind his head. “I’m betting that there’s a wild child under all that. I’m thinking black lace. Maybe even commando.”
… Was this guy seriously trying to guess what kind of underwear she was wearing? Something was … wrong here, and the doubts were starting to rear their ugly heads again. She shook them off, instead deciding to foster the blame elsewhere. “Who knew Lana was so into pervs.”
Jason continued to leer at her, and she was about to say something else when they suddenly weren’t alone anymore. There was a tall man in a trench coat, glancing back and forth between the two of them. He didn’t say anything at first, which meant that clearly Lois was going to have to.
“Who the hell are you?” The man didn’t respond, just made his way forward, extending his hand towards Jason’s forehead. Lois frowned, before starting to move forward. “Hey! What’re you doing?”
It was just a tap of fingers to the other man’s forehead, and suddenly Jason’s eyes regained a little focus. He blinked, a little disoriented for the moment, before giving the man a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, Cas.”
Trenchcoat nodded, before looking back at her. “Who is she?”
“You first, CPA. I think that given I got him to the hospital, I deserve a little bit of an explanation here.” Lois’s hands landed on her hips, as she glared at them both. “Same from you, Jason.”
Jason smirked, before pushing himself to his feet. “First of all, I don’t know who this Jason guy is? But I ain’t him. My name’s Dean. Second of all, if I tried to explain him to you, we’d probably be here a while. Third of all—” He took another step closer until he was inches from her, and then let his eyes angle downwards. “—I totally called the black lace.”
Lois’s jaw clenched, he stance shifted, and her fist went flying out to crack across “Dean’s” jaw. She didn’t say a word as she stormed out of the room, but she could still hear well enough to hear the conversation behind her.
“Was that absolutely necessary, Dean?”
“Yup.” She could practically hear the smirk in his voice. “And totally worth it.”