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Revenge Looks Best in a Dress"Clark," Brainy tried not to plea as he spoke to his boyfriend through the bathroom door. "This is stupid."
"This is brilliant," Clark countered, sounding excited.
"You're just mad that Kara flirted with me."
"No, I'm mad because people seem to think you're a cute couple."
"And how is this proving your point?"
"It's not about proving my point; it's about annoying Kara. If I wanted to prove my point I'd give you a victory kiss in front of a crowd after saving the day from Lex Luthor, again."
As tempting as that sounded, Brainy's sense of discretion still made his face heat up and he hoped Clark wasn't watching him through the door with his X-ray vision.
"Don't tempt me; I just might do it one day."
This only made Brainy blush more and he wished Ma and Pa were here to talk some sense into their first adopted son. Well, Pa anyway, Ma would just take pictures.
"I can't talk you out of this; can I?"
"Nope; besides, it's too late to get another costume."
Clark opened the door and st
Just a Little Bit LongerIt was a tradition that every Halloween, after trick or treating, Clark would go into Querl's room and they would set up a fort on his bed. They tied the corners of the sheets to the bedpost and drape other sheets over the sides. One year they tried propping up the center more with a baseball bat but it kept falling over and hitting them so they boys were forced to be content with lying on the bed facing each other.
Though Brainy didn't understand most human traditions, he had to admit he rather enjoyed this one. After the fort was set up they would turn off all the lights except for Clark's old night light that he gave to Querl when he first came to live at the Kent farm. The night light, a porcelain teddy bear that plugged into the wall and had a switch along the cord that controlled its brightness, sat by their pillows and they pretended it was a camp fire.
The part that followed was not Querl's favorite part of the evening. For long into the night Clark would tell what he called "g
Star Crossed MeetingHis first attempt at time travel was less then a complete success.
Querl coughed at the fumes filling his pod and tried to open the door. It wouldn't comply with its manual opening mechanism or budge when he pushed against it. Still coughing he leaned as far back as he could go and kicked the door once, twice, three times before it opened.
The young coluan crawled out of the pod and into the chilly night air. He wrapped his arms around himself and stumbled a few times before he came to rest against a tree and brought his knees to his chest.
He was alone, his time travel pod as broken, he was at a unknown location at a unknown time and he had no way of returning home; especially without outside help. It was an impossibly bleak situation. But he wasn't going to cry.
As hot tears threatened to escape his eyes, Querl wondered what would become of him; if he would be the last of the Brainiacs.
There was a sound somewhere behind him; a snap like something breaking.
Magenta eyes darted around
Imitated KissFor some odd reason Superman felt the need to bring some childhood toys of his to show the Legion. It may have been because he and the other Legionnaires, excluding Brainy whom had more wisely spent his time in his lab, had compared childhood games and stories during Superman's last visit.
The small box labeled "attic" entertained the others for hours, listening to Superman tell them about the past adventures he had with his cow folk and potatoes and have mock new adventures of their own. Lightning Lad particularly enjoyed using the spaceman's arm "laser" to annoy Brainy, who was attempting to work at Computo's main frame in the shared living space. The former leader complied to leave Brainy alone after the Coluan threatened him with his arm canon.
When the others had gone to bed, Brainy briefly thought he would finally have a moment of peace, which was shattered when someone sat beside him. Unsurprisingly it was Superman, the box refilled with its treasures in his lap.
"There's no nee
You Were Not An Aquarium BoySea-glass became your bones,
brine your blood, and seashells
melded into your skin.
You were not quite an ocean
when you said "This is your sign to love me."
My body was like a building;
tall, cold, almost unbreakable.
I was metallic and sharp,
towering over your waters.
I remember taking your hand in mine,
conch and coral shells scrubbing
my skyscraper wrists, and laughing
about how one day you would
submerge every last bit of me.
Your lips, riddled with argonauts,
found my cheek and I cringed
at the coarseness.
You asked if they bothered me
and I finally told you "I
think I love you."
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