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I had an attack of the schmoops today, probably a reaction to the post of earlier. Anyway, can you stand a little Smallville Babies ficlet? I hope so!
Here’s BabyPete and BabyClark, come on now, all together—awwwwww!!!
“One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three-Mississippi…” Pete pumped his legs and made the swing fly, when he got to five Mississippi he was going to jump real high and go right in the air, like flying. Anyway, that’s what his big brother said it was like.
He was concentrating so hard that he jumped and lost track of his Mississippi’s when someone made noise, on the edge of the playground. He looked over and saw a great big first grader staring at him.
Wow. He’s big—he better not try to take my swing…Pete looked closer, a frown wrinkling his face. The big boy had his thumb in his mouth and was holding a stuffed animal or something. Gosh, what a big old baby.
Pete dragged his feet under the swing until he stopped, and looked at the big boy standing at the end of the swing set, blinking in the dust cloud he’d made.
“How old are you?”
The big boy held up five fingers and popped his thumb back in his mouth.
Gee he *is* a baby. “Do you swing?”
The kid shook his head no and his hair flopped back and forth and Pete thought that was pretty funny.
“Are you a duck?”
The big boy looked confused and shook his head. Flop. Flop.
“Are you a puppy?”
The big boys eyes crinkled a little and he shook his head harder--flop! flop! and Pete laughed.
“Are you a crocodile?”
Now the big boy grinned around his thumb and shook his head really hard and his hair flew all around his head—he’d figured out what Pete was laughing at.
“No! I’m a Clark! He laughed and Pete laughed too.
“Come on, you can use my swing.”
Clark shook his head again but this time the smile was gone.
“I---I don’t like to.” He put his thumb back in his mouth and looked at Pete mournfully.
Pete jumped down and grabbed Clark’s hand, knocking his stuffed cow to the ground. “Come on, it’s fun, I promise. I’ll help.” The big boy was *real* big up close but something about him made Pete felt like he was the older brother sort of.
He gave Clark his swing and held it while Clark climbed on. He pushed really careful. Clark made a little funny noise when the swing began to move. “Hold on, Clark!”
and Clark gulped and grabbed the chains and held tight.
Pete made sure that he pushed slowly and gently and told him that swinging was lots of fun. Clark started to smile. “It’s nice,” he said and Pete felt pretty good.
“See, I told you! Let’s go faster, okay!”
Clark nodded and looked kind of scared but Pete pushed faster and faster because every body liked to go fast on the swing. But Clark was quiet--maybe too quiet? Pete thought and ran to the front of the swing and saw that his eyes were closed and his fists clenched around the chains and tears were running down his face.
Oh- oh! Poor guy!Pete jumped in front of the swing, oofing as Clark ran into him and knocked him off his feet.
Clark’s eyes flew open. “Friend! Are you hurt?” Clark tumbled from the swing, worried and afraid for his new friend, lying all dusty in the dirt.
Pete acted like it hurt a lot more than it did because Clark thought he was real brave and saved his life, and he was generous back to Clark.
“Clark you were the brave one! You jumped right out of the swing! Only the third graders do that!”
“Really?” Clark blushed and beamed. “I’m a kindergarter,” he said.
Pete grinned back, and climbed back in his swing. “Hey! Me too, I’m a kindergardner too!” Something felt funny and he looked at the chain and it was kind of squished looking. Right where Clark had been holding it. Weird.
Clark blushed real hard and said, “ I have chocolate, Friend. Do you want some?”
Pete nodded and figured he had to tell Clark his real name soon, but not right now because it was kind of funny and cool the way Clark called him Friend.
Clark pulled some half melted kisses from his pocket. “My mommy gave me kisses this morning. She said if I got sad remember I had kisses from mommy in my pocket. Hold out your hand, Friend.”
Pete held out his hands and nodded, yep, that was smart, and Clark was really nice to share the kisses like that. They chewed up the kisses and licked the foil just like you were supposed to.
Pete felt pretty good; he had a feeling that Clark was going to be his very best friend.
7-25-05
Here’s BabyPete and BabyClark, come on now, all together—awwwwww!!!
“One Mississippi, two Mississippi, three-Mississippi…” Pete pumped his legs and made the swing fly, when he got to five Mississippi he was going to jump real high and go right in the air, like flying. Anyway, that’s what his big brother said it was like.
He was concentrating so hard that he jumped and lost track of his Mississippi’s when someone made noise, on the edge of the playground. He looked over and saw a great big first grader staring at him.
Wow. He’s big—he better not try to take my swing…Pete looked closer, a frown wrinkling his face. The big boy had his thumb in his mouth and was holding a stuffed animal or something. Gosh, what a big old baby.
Pete dragged his feet under the swing until he stopped, and looked at the big boy standing at the end of the swing set, blinking in the dust cloud he’d made.
“How old are you?”
The big boy held up five fingers and popped his thumb back in his mouth.
Gee he *is* a baby. “Do you swing?”
The kid shook his head no and his hair flopped back and forth and Pete thought that was pretty funny.
“Are you a duck?”
The big boy looked confused and shook his head. Flop. Flop.
“Are you a puppy?”
The big boys eyes crinkled a little and he shook his head harder--flop! flop! and Pete laughed.
“Are you a crocodile?”
Now the big boy grinned around his thumb and shook his head really hard and his hair flew all around his head—he’d figured out what Pete was laughing at.
“No! I’m a Clark! He laughed and Pete laughed too.
“Come on, you can use my swing.”
Clark shook his head again but this time the smile was gone.
“I---I don’t like to.” He put his thumb back in his mouth and looked at Pete mournfully.
Pete jumped down and grabbed Clark’s hand, knocking his stuffed cow to the ground. “Come on, it’s fun, I promise. I’ll help.” The big boy was *real* big up close but something about him made Pete felt like he was the older brother sort of.
He gave Clark his swing and held it while Clark climbed on. He pushed really careful. Clark made a little funny noise when the swing began to move. “Hold on, Clark!”
and Clark gulped and grabbed the chains and held tight.
Pete made sure that he pushed slowly and gently and told him that swinging was lots of fun. Clark started to smile. “It’s nice,” he said and Pete felt pretty good.
“See, I told you! Let’s go faster, okay!”
Clark nodded and looked kind of scared but Pete pushed faster and faster because every body liked to go fast on the swing. But Clark was quiet--maybe too quiet? Pete thought and ran to the front of the swing and saw that his eyes were closed and his fists clenched around the chains and tears were running down his face.
Oh- oh! Poor guy!Pete jumped in front of the swing, oofing as Clark ran into him and knocked him off his feet.
Clark’s eyes flew open. “Friend! Are you hurt?” Clark tumbled from the swing, worried and afraid for his new friend, lying all dusty in the dirt.
Pete acted like it hurt a lot more than it did because Clark thought he was real brave and saved his life, and he was generous back to Clark.
“Clark you were the brave one! You jumped right out of the swing! Only the third graders do that!”
“Really?” Clark blushed and beamed. “I’m a kindergarter,” he said.
Pete grinned back, and climbed back in his swing. “Hey! Me too, I’m a kindergardner too!” Something felt funny and he looked at the chain and it was kind of squished looking. Right where Clark had been holding it. Weird.
Clark blushed real hard and said, “ I have chocolate, Friend. Do you want some?”
Pete nodded and figured he had to tell Clark his real name soon, but not right now because it was kind of funny and cool the way Clark called him Friend.
Clark pulled some half melted kisses from his pocket. “My mommy gave me kisses this morning. She said if I got sad remember I had kisses from mommy in my pocket. Hold out your hand, Friend.”
Pete held out his hands and nodded, yep, that was smart, and Clark was really nice to share the kisses like that. They chewed up the kisses and licked the foil just like you were supposed to.
Pete felt pretty good; he had a feeling that Clark was going to be his very best friend.
7-25-05
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P-E-T-E & C-L-A-R-K!
Friends forever. Sweetest thing ever!
*hugs big time*
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Daaaaaw!
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you fic, and then hugepedlars vid "brothers in arms"...
(go here: http://www.hugepedlar.com/download.php?list.4
if you can, dl the large version, its such a beautiful, tragic vid, pete, clark and lex....OMG the lyrics and the clips choosen always want to make me cry...)
its killing me...your cuteness...and the sadness of the vid...
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so sweet!
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You have seen the complete picture, right? :-)
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*g*
xoxo,
Monica
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I wish the same boy had done older Lex in Memoria, he was so adoringly cute!!
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