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Drawing Passion with Blood

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Clark lands in his apartment complex, sluggishly. Tossing his cape on the bed with noodle arms and flops on the mattress. Groaning into his pillow. "Apple briskets." Mumbles to the cotton. Lifting his head to the clock on the end table. 3:06 am. Flipping over, spread eagle, staring at his white void of a ceiling. "Bruce." Lays there until the sun comes up. Sighing again, he sits up and begins getting ready for work.

Two fires and one mugging later, Clark gets to his job, late. "Kent! Where the Hell have you-"

"Donuts?" He held up his peace offerings, which made him the feast of the zombie workers.

"You dodged a bullet this time," Perry walks between the vultures to snag a vanilla one for himself. "But get your ass into gear!" And goes back to his office.

Clark looks briefly at his lone double chocolate coated one, smiles a little and reaches for it. Right as his fingers brush it, another hand snatches it up and gets eaten by red covered lips. "Oh, sorry, Smallville. Was this one yours?" Lois asks around her bakery.

He stares, miserably at the broken circle, feeling absolutely defeated, "No. No. It was never mine." He slumps over to his desk and drones on his computer.

Lois, very slowly chews her mouthful. Swallowing, she stolls over to him and offers the rest of the treat with some guilt. Clark gazes with sorrow at the donut. Lois shoulders fall as she puts it down on his desk, "Well, I'm not eating it now! So, spill!" The Beta asked.

Clark fiddles with the keys, side glancing every so often to the stolen goodie that still looks very tasty to him, "I… you know the Omega I have a crush on?"

"The lucky mystery chap, yes?"

"Well, he sort of… got knocked up."

"... Clark, you dog!" She slapped him playfully with a smirk.

"By a different guy. An Alpha to be exact."

"Oh… sorry."

"I just… don't know."

"Well, is he nice to him?" She asks while sipping her coffee.

"I don't know, I've only seen them together once, and they only met twice. But, he already seems mad about the Omega. And they already agreed on a Hunt together."

Lois spits all over her desk, coughing the remaining drink from her lungs, "A Hunt? Cah! That's serious!"

"I know." Looking at the donut sadly.

Lois sat in her cushioned chair for a little while, drumming her fingers on the metal, "Alright, that settles it."

Clark turns away from the donut, "I know."

"You have to follow them."

"I kn- what!?" He turned to the smirking woman with bafflement, "Follow them? Like a stalker?"

"No, no! Like a concerned neighbor. If you would tell me this mystery Omega, I'd do it for you. But, since you won't, you have to do it yourself."

Clark readjusts in his chair, "I don't know, I don't like spying on people."

"Think about it this way, your crush just met this guy and they're going on a Hunt together. For all you know, he could be a serial killer or something."

Clark rolls his eyes, "You think everyone you meet is a serial killer."

"I'm still here, aren't I?" She leans closer to him, as if ready to tell a secret, "Think of it this way, you're an investigative reporter, it's your job to snoop."


"Tomato-tomáto!... Well?"

He leaned back in his chair with some thought then shook his head, "No, it's his life. Unless I think he's in some sort of danger, I'm not doing it."

"Ugh, you're hopeless, Smallville!" Lois threw up her hands and went to work on her paper.

Clark looked down to see the partly eaten treat still on his desk, he chews on his lip.