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21 December 2008 @ 07:03 pm
Serena's Hooks (or the Frustrations of Jason White with His Parents)  
Title: Serena's Hooks
Author: starrylites
Prompt: #24 Secret Santa
Category: Superman Returns / DCU (14-15 years post SR)
Rating: PG-13 for suggestive content, ha
Word Count: 4300
Summary: Sequel to last year's Those Deep Blue Eyes. However, don't worry, it's not required to enjoy this one. Lois and Clark have a wedding planned for the day after Christmas, that is assuming nothing goes wrong.
Author's Notes: Thanks to katshakespeare for her quick read through and bistyboo1974 for telling me where to find my prompt pic. Oh, Serena and Grant are OCs created by myself and katshakespeare slowly adapted over time.

You would think being half Kryptonian -- meaning you have perfect skin, a perfect physique, and the combined features of Clark Kent and Lois Lane -- getting a date would be easy. I am here to tell you -- as Jason White -- getting a date is no easier for me as it is for the rest of the world, be it this one or the one that blew up.

So there was I was, chilling on one side of the student union, staring with my super-vision at a comfy studying chair half the building away. Serena was in my direct line of sight, but far enough away that it was hard to stay focused on her because there were about twenty different places someone could walk between us. It was giving me a bit of a headache.

A chair skidded up beside mine and I heard my best friend flop into it; Grant has this heavy sigh he likes to do every time he plops down, makes his arrival just a smidgen more dramatic. “Earth to Jason. You look like you’re staring through walls again.”

“But I’m not.”

“I know you’re not. I passed Serena on my way over, but it still looks like you are.” He leaned forward and snapped his fingers in front of my face.

My vision blurred into extra large fingers, which caused me to jump and cover my eyes with a hiss. “Hey man, you know now much that kills, don’t you?”

Grant snorted and slouched back comfortably into his chair. “You shouldn’t have been staring anyway. It’s rude.”

“She can’t see me.”

“Still rude. And it makes you look like a stalker. Not sure anyone’s explained it to you, but ‘Jason, make sure you have a date for the wedding’ generally requires a bit more action than staring across an obscenely large room at her.” Grant craned his neck, trying to spot Serena without sitting up straight.

I focused on her again. Her back was turned away from me, thick curly hair forced into a braid with pastel ribbons laced throughout. On most girls it would’ve looked stupid and Amish, but on Serena it just enhanced and matched her Mediterranean accent. She was talking animatedly to a friend, laughing and letting her smile shine. Grant shifted and groaned, so I looked back at him. He was giving me the “dude, you’re seriously pathetic” look. I turned my chair to face him. “I am going to ask her. Besides, I haven’t heard you ask anybody to be your date.”

Grant held up two fingers. “Two reasons. One: it’s not my parents so they aren’t requiring me to come with a date. Two: I have mine, just did it when you weren’t looking.”

“You have yours? Who?” Generally he told me these things. Apparently he’d been saving it for a gloating moment.

And good grief, was he gloating. Grant sat up, straightened his shirt, and cleared his throat. “Barbara Gordon.”

“Barbara --“ I frowned. “How the hell did you manage that?”

“I was at home last weekend, we happened to end up at the same charity function Saturday night, we took some time to enjoy ourselves in her dad’s office, and I asked her to come with me somewhere in there.”

“Somewhere in there?”

“Yep.” He grinned. I had the sudden desire to belt him in the stomach. I wasn’t jealous -- I’d rather have a dark Mediterranean girl than a fiery redhead any day -- but I had to admit that having a date already -- and a good looking one at that -- was something to be jealous of.

I wasn’t afraid to ask Serena, really I wasn’t. If this were just a date I think I could do it without any problem. But this was my parent’s wedding. It had been featured in the Daily Planet for the last year, the long-time reporting partners and their budding romance, their full-bloom romance, and finally the engagement. All of Metropolis had been watching my parents come together. And yet here I was, a week from the wedding of the year, completely incapable of asking a girl.

It’s just the baggage of it being a wedding. Really, that was all it was. Otherwise asking her would be a piece of cake. At least that’s what I told myself.

Grant looked down at his watch lazily. “If you’re going to catch her before we go take a nap in Econ, you’d better do it fast. I’m going to grab our mid-lecture, highly disruptive, Chinese food break. I’ll even spring for the sodas if you promise to go ask Serena. Got it?” He stood up and threw his backpack over his shoulder.

I sighed and stood up as well, ruffling up my already rowdy hair. “Yeah, yeah. Got it.”

“You better.” Grant grinned and started off in the direction of the food court. That left me with nothing else to do but procrastinate talking to Serena and risk her leaving, or just sucking it up and going over. I took a long breath and walked across the student union.

She had her head down, three curls dangling down out of her hair in front of her face. Her books were open in her lap, but it didn’t look like she was reading. She had pushed her feet out of her flats, and her toes were curling a little bit. My heart wanted to jump out of my chest. “Serena?” My voice sounded foreign.

Her surprised jump was a little too late to be convincing, and my heart flipped; she’d been waiting for me. She smiled warmly. “Jason! Hello. How are you?”

“I’m okay, Rena, how are you?”

“I am well. Is this a social call, or do you need to talk to me?” She stood up and touched my forearm lightly. I really wished I could’ve yelled at her how hard she was making this.

I cleared my throat and rubbed my neck. “Well, I guess I need to talk to you, but about a social -- thing, like my parents’ -- uh, my mom’s -- wedding.”

“Oh. Okay. What about the wedding did you want to talk to me about?”

“Well, I need a date.” I swallowed hard.

Serena blinked. “That really shouldn’t be too hard for an attractive young man such as yourself.”

“Oh, but it is!”

“It is?”


“Why?” The worst part was she wasn’t mocking me, or laughing. She was genuinely concerned and curious why I didn’t have a date yet. She squeezed my arm tighter.

My throat tightened and I wanted to swallow again, but I held it back by holding her gaze. “Because I want to take you but I’m too embarrassed to ask.”

She smiled, just barely curling her lips. “Don’t worry. If you ask, I will not say no.”

“Do I have to ask?”

Serena grinned. “I think I can spare you this one time.” I smiled a bit goofily, and she kissed my cheek. “I will look my best just for you at the wedding.” With that, she grabbed her things, and fluttered off down a hallway.

I, as a result, had to fight to keep my feet on the ground. Literally.


A week went by. It was Christmas Eve, the plan was to spend Christmas together at Dad’s, and the wedding was planned for the twenty-sixth. That meant that all the planning had to be done before the staff party started. For this very reason, I steered clear of Mom, Dad, and the Planet since I’d asked Serena. Around two in the morning I’d gotten a panicked phone call from Mom, worried that I still didn’t have a date. It took me twenty minutes to convince her in my drowsy state that I did in fact have a date.

That said, I went into the Daily Planet with trepidation. Planning was supposed to reconvene at the Planet this morning, assuming I’d understood Dad’s mumbles this morning. It was something like “Bed really late, Planet this morning, have to finish, can’t believe, so last minute, Mother’s impossible.” It was very coherent and very eloquent.

The elevator doors opened and my mother slammed into me. I was about to open my mouth when she screamed, “And you shouldn’t even exist!” Continuing in her good mood, she shoved me out of the elevator into the newsroom, and impatiently pushed the door close button. I faced the office to find half of the reporters staring at me and the other half staring at a dumbfounded Dad in the entrance of the conference room.

“Jason, a word?”

I nodded. “Coming, Clark.” The gazes followed me as I crossed the room, and closed the two of us in the conference room. “So what was that all about?”

Dad sighed and took a seat at the end of the table, letting his face fall against the palms of his hands. “We got off on a conversation about coming clean on everything. She asked me if I was still keeping any big dark secrets from her. I made the mistake of saying yes.”

Dad looked terrible. Judging by the lack of tie and a complete mess of hair, I had a feeling either the last minute planning had been going awfully or they had been at this fight for a good long while. “So do I want to know what you’ve been keeping from her?” I asked, walking around the room and turning all the blinds to give us some privacy.

“I’ve actually told it to you before,” he said, lifting his face enough to watch me close the blinds. “I never bothered to tell your mother she died and I changed time to bring her back.”

The incident had been years ago, before I was born. According to Dad, when Hoover Dam crumbled the first time around, he set to work saving a small Nevada town in jeopardy of being flooded completely. When he realized that Mom had died, however, he couldn’t stand it and turned back time, saving Mom and not that Nevada town, which to the best of my knowledge is still covered in water. Not one of his proudest moments, I’m sure, but personally I’m grateful he did.

“The news didn’t go well, then?”

He shook his head. “She called me any number of censor-worthy things, and accused me of letting my love for her get in the way of being Superman again, even though the Zod incident happened after that. So really ‘again’ was a poor word choice.”

I blinked at him. “You didn’t give her that argument, did you? That ‘again’ was a poor word choice? Please tell me you had a better argument than that for her.”

He took a moment to respond. “I could think of anything else.”

Sometimes my Dad really is a nerd.

Dad sighed and shook his head. “Anyway, it fell into this big fight and she left screaming at me that the wedding was off. That’s when the elevator opened with you in it.”

“So…what are you going to do?”

“Let her cool down, I guess. I do think I’m going to skip out on the staff Secret Santa tonight, though. I really don’t have any desire to celebrate, be merry, or exchange gifts. I’ll go find something Super to do.”

I frowned. “Don’t you have a Christmas gift exchange at the children’s hospital?”

“Damn.” Dad stood and stretched out his back, popping almost every one of his vertebrae in the process; it was a teeth-clenching noise. I did my best not to flinch. “I mean --“ he started and groaned. “Oh, Jason, you know what I mean. I love those kids. It’s just --“

“The idea of ditching a gift exchange in order to go to a different one. Yeah, Dad, I know. It’s cool.”

Dad nodded and stood up. I was trying to come up with some great piece of wisdom, but what do you tell a man who has just been told the wedding is off for something that happened twenty years ago? Yeah, exactly; there really is nothing to say. “Dad, I’m sorry. Do you want me to talk to her?”

He shook his head. “I don’t think it’s going to do any good. I’m just going to have to go talk to her after Christmas, I guess. I’ll see you at home later, Jace.” With that he walked out quickly, probably just a little too quickly because he blew five manila folders off a neat stack by the conference room door.

Suddenly staying for the Christmas party and the Secret Santa gift exchange seemed awkward. I opted for hot chocolate and peanut butter cookies at home as my Christmas Eve activity.


Christmas Day was just as lonely as the night before. I can deal with Christmas Eve alone. Me, myself, and I enjoyed the Christmas tree and the riveting activity of lighting the Yule Log with heat vision and putting it out with super-breath…repeatedly. One night of that was acceptable.

But it was evening on Christmas and Dad had never come home, Mom had never come over, and I opened my presents by myself. I called them both, and both of their phones were turned off. I thought briefly maybe they patched things up and were up to something they shouldn’t be the day before the on-again wedding, but when I tried listening for heartbeats I found Dad at least half the world away and Mom somewhere downtown. Apparently their son wasn’t in the Christmas plans this year.

However, I refused to spend another night like that. I called Grant, but our conversation went something like this:

“Hey, man. What’s up?”

“Absolutely nothing. The parents are fighting again.”

“That sucks the day before the wedding.”

“There is no wedding anymore.”

“That sucks more.”

“Yeah, pretty much. You want to chill with me? Celebrate Christmas family-free?”

“Hey, Jace, you know I would, but Barbara came in this morning, and…well, I think we’re going to be plenty busy from now until when the wedding is back on, so…talk to you later?”

I heard Babs giggle and then the phone clicked off. Obviously Grant would not be joining me for the evening.

Just as I was considering some really exciting activity like making “Wedding Cancelled” signs, there was a knock at the door. Forgetting I could x-ray and see if the door was worth opening, I leaped up and answered it. Needless to say I was stunned to see Serena standing it front of me in an adorable powder blue cocktail dress and a small box. “Good evening, Jason.”

It took a second to force my jaw to work again. “Serena, hi. To what do I owe the pleasure?” I motioned for her to come inside and she walked inside gracefully, her short skirt flowing away from her legs.

She pushed her hair back behind her ears and put the present out in front of her. “I heard the rumor that the wedding is no longer happening tomorrow, so I thought that you could use your Christmas present tonight; I was going to just give it to you tomorrow.”

I took the present from her and looked up at her face. She was smiling at me, swaying back and forth so her skirt kept flowing and ruffling. Figuring I was supposed to open it, I pulled the ribbon off and opened the box.

It was three mini candy canes. That was all, just three mini candy canes.

Speechless I looked back up at her. “Gee, Rena, I—uh, thanks.”

She was smirking at me. I was just waiting to be let in on the joke. “Oh dear. I gave you all three. That wasn’t supposed to happen.” I watched her pull two-thirds of my meager present out. I was left with a single mini candy cane. Nothing makes you feel as gypped as having three mini candy canes to begin only to have them turn into one.

“A single candy cane?”

She sighed and rolled her eyes at me. “Are you complaining?”

Suddenly I realized I didn’t know what her financial status was, or if this particular candy cane has some sort of special meaning. I also probably looked like quite the jerk. “Oh, no, I’m sorry. No, I’m not.”

“Good. Because if you were complaining, I wasn’t going to give you the rest of your present.” And just like that, she leaned in and kissed me. It wasn’t long, it wasn’t deep, but it made me tingle from my shoulders to my toes. It was the perfect Christmas present, I must admit.

She pulled back, grabbed my own piece of candy, and hung it on my shirt. “A hook for you, which I am not going to tug on for the moment. I have a couple of other hooks to plant tonight. But please, don’t let someone else hook you in the meantime.”

I grinned. It was cheesy, but I was still floating on a tingly kiss cloud. “I won’t.”

She smiled and kissed my cheek. “I will see you tomorrow.” And she was gone.

Alone really wasn’t so bad anymore.


I woke up in the morning to find a message on my mirror in dry erase marker: Wedding is on! Actually, Dad used more exclamation marks than that, but there’s no need to waste as much space as he did. Not about the question the good news, I hopped in the shower then went hunting for my dark maroon suit, cream shirt, and mauve tie. Don’t look at me; I had no say in the wedding colors and whether or not I had to wear them.

When I got out to the living room, I found the entire couch engulfed in a large frame. Curious and baffled, I walked around it and gave it a good look. Dad’s Met U football jersey was folded inside with a scholarship award letter in the front. I never knew he even had a football scholarship. A post-it was stuck to the top corner and it read, “I’ll have you know I am now in the debt of Met U for buying this jersey off of them. But I love you anyway. - Secret Santa Lo.” Beside her signature she had kissed the post-it with her reddest lipstick and then taped on a mini candy cane. I smiled.


I arrived at the church to find a pretty large crowd already there and waiting. My tie was still crooked -- I blame the hideous colors I was wearing and the tie refusing to be a part of it -- and my hair was as impossible as ever, but I think I looked like a Best Man. At least I remembered the rings.

I found Grant standing in the church’s foyer, an arm around Barbara’s waist. He too had been dragged into the maroon and cream mess, and Barbara was a good enough sport to match it. She was wearing a slender red dress that worked beautifully with her figure but clashed terribly against her fiery hair. At least she’d gone to the effort of twisting it into a French twist so they didn’t have direct contact.

“Jason, you told me this shindig was off last night. What happened?” Grant pulled Babs a little tighter and she yelped, slapping his shoulder before smiling at me.

“Well, you did say you’d see me when it was back on, so we could blame you.” I walked over to them with my hands in my pockets. “It was. I woke up this morning and had a message from Dad saying it was back on. I didn’t see or talk to either one of them yesterday. Not complaining, though.”

“About not talking to them?”

“No, about the wedding being back on.”

“Oh,” Grant frowned. “Yeah, I guess. So what do you think did it? I really doubt it was me.”

I shrugged and turned to lean against the door. “Well, to be honest, I think Serena had something to do with it.”

Barbara and Grant both raised their eyebrows. “Serena?”

“Yeah. She showed up at Dad’s place last night to see me, gave me a candy cane, kissed me, and then said she had a couple more hooks to plant, and Dad’s Secret Santa gift was sitting on the couch this morning with a candy cane attached.”

Grant frowned. “Who was your dad’s secret Santa?”

“Oh, Mom was.”

“…and that connects this whole thing to Serena how?”

Now that he said it out loud, it did sound pretty ridiculous. But no…why would Serena have acted the way she acted unless they weren’t? That just wouldn’t make sense. “Gut feeling apparently.”

“I can deal with that,” Barbara said, nodding across the room, “especially with the way she’s whispering so intently to Bruce and Diana.”

In unison, Grant and I turned to look at the other members of the Trinity. Diana was wearing a maroon toga-like gown with a cream sash, and Bruce matched Grant and I. Serena stood between them, lips going a mile a minute, a bright smile on her face. Bruce and Diana both looked to be enjoying whatever she was saying, but all trace of a smile on Diana’s face was wiped away when she realized the three of us were staring at them. Bruce and Serena caught her line of sight and Serena smiled widely. She came rushing over to us, but not before she kissed Bruce and Diana on the cheek.

I was about to ask Grant what she was doing kissing his parents on the cheek when I realize that he was more shocked than I was. I decided it best to leave it alone.

Serena swung her arms around me and gave me a tight hug, but unfortunately she didn’t offer another tingly kiss. Grant was staring between Bruce, Diana, and Serena with extreme intent. “Oh, Jason, isn’t this wonderful?” Serena asked. “The wedding looks just fantastic, doesn’t it?”

I wasn’t sure about the wedding, but she looked immaculate in the same cocktail dress she wore the night before. Her hair was in a messy twist, curls falling all over her face. And blinked a bit to clear my head. “It does. Did you -- are you the one responsible for this? Were you hooking my parents?”

She blinked innocently. “Oh. Well, I suppose that I did deliver candy canes to your parents. But I think it’s because I made sure they got their Secret Santa gifts. I went and picked them up because my mother told me to; it certainly wasn’t my idea.”

“And who’s your mother?” Grant asked.

If Serena heard him, she ignored him. “Rena?” I asked slowly. “Grant asked you a question.”

“Yes, I am aware.” She grinned at Grant, kissed his cheek, and fluttered away. Barbara laughed loudly.

I was about to ask what had just happened, but at that moment my mom walked in. She looked happier than when I saw her on Christmas Eve, and she looked perfect. The dress was not super full, but just enough skirt to flatter her figure. A design of opalescent beads streamed across her chest like vines, matched by her veil which had the same beads lining the outside of it. Her dress had no train, but she didn’t need it; she looked perfectly graceful.

I walked over to her and gave her a hug. “You look fantastic.”

She hugged me tightly back. “Thank you, Jace.

I pulled back and looked at her with a smile. “So, what changed your mind?”

“My Secret Santa. It was your father, you know.”

“Yes, I figured as much.”

Mom smiled. “Well, he gave me a scrapbook of every article I’ve written I’ve won awards for with room for more, and in the front his message said ‘Your life was worth it’ with a little candy cane. After staring at it for almost half an hour, I decided that your father wouldn’t have saved me if he didn’t really believe that. And you couldn’t get a better husband than that.”

I inclined my head. “I won’t argue with that.”

“Good boy.” She kissed my forehead. “By the way, you’re late.”

I frowned and looked around. Serena, Grant, Barbara, Bruce, and Diana had all disappeared. Just as I considered why I was by myself with Mom in the foyer, the opening notes to the wedding march started and I yelped.

I ran -- only slight super-speed -- to the front, slide into place between Dad and Bruce, and waited for my mom to start walking up the aisle.

Dad leaned over and whispered in my ear. “Do you know who delivered my present to her?”

I smiled. “I think it was a joint effort between Serena, Bruce, and Diana.” We both looked at Bruce and he grinned, but said nothing. “He looks guilty,” I said quietly. Dad nodded his agreement.

Grant leaned over Bruce and poked me. “Would you believe she’s my Amazonian twin? I’m not sure how I feel about that.” Grant scowled at Bruce, but Bruce just grinned again. Grant rolled his eyes and looked at me. “Twin. You’d think they would have told me.”

Serena and Barbara sat in the front row, smiling at me; Serena sent me a little wave. Amazon? I could deal with that.

In that moment, I realized how much my parents’ friends cared about them, and what kind of lengths they were willing to go to see this wedding happen, even use the holidays and presents as a means of manipulating their emotions and using cute college age girls.

But I wasn’t going to complain. I missed Richard, and I know Mom did, too, but this was right. They had been waiting for this moment.

And I knew as Mom made it to the front and took Dad’s hand to kneel before the altar that they could never be happier.
bellarata on December 22nd, 2008 04:04 am (UTC)
OMG! This was sooo awesome! I had a huge smile on my face the entire time I was reading it! I hadn't read the first one so wow, how'd I miss that one???

LOVED IT! Both of them!

I'm in a happy mood now. :)
Ashley: [L&C] formal wearstarrylites on December 22nd, 2008 04:25 am (UTC)
Oh good! I'm so glad you did =D

Yay for happy moods. And OMG, yay for your icon. I was going to do all these L&C Christmas icons this year and they've never gotten finished.
bellarata on December 22nd, 2008 04:54 am (UTC)
hee! I need to do some SR icons - I have only made TWO. How sad is that?? *shakes head sadly*

So are you enjoying our freezing valley weather or what? *shivers*
Ashley: [HP] Voldie Tea Partystarrylites on December 22nd, 2008 05:15 am (UTC)
You know, I think I'm down to one at the moment :/

Blah. I've gone 5 years without a valley winter, and I've forgotten how cold 30 degrees is around here.
a writer now: [random] eat sleep writekatshakespeare on December 22nd, 2008 04:06 am (UTC)
EEEEEEEE Grant and Barbara and Serena and yay! What an absolutely wonderful introduction of our OCs into the fandom. Now we just have to get working on Grant's story. *nudge nudge*

I like how even though this was a LC wedding, it was like Superkids hang out or something. And dude, Grant and Babs in her father's office??

Oh wait -- Lois and Clark, right. So you showed her present to him, did you show his present to her? Oh! Yes, you did. Ha, I just remembered and since I'm sure this will amuse you, I'll leave this lapse in this comment.

Ashley: [DC] Batgirl deviousstarrylites on December 22nd, 2008 04:32 am (UTC)
*shifty eyes* You know, I wrote most of my next piece on Grant's story one night when I was tired then I looked at it and laughed my head off. I'll fix it here in a bit, lol.

I knew you'd appreciate Grant and Babs in the office, haha. I wrote it just for you :) I'm also feeling lots of Superkids spinoffs from this one. Relationship woes with an Amazon, hehe.

I'm thoroughly amused by your slip up :D
a writer now: [random] batgirl animatedkatshakespeare on December 22nd, 2008 04:39 am (UTC)
Dude, we should turn the Grant/Babs office scene into a fic. Snort. And yeah, it could all make for some fun spin offs... we might have to make a website for our fiction and try to become all awesome and have a cult, er, fan, er, following. Er. Um. *coughs*

Nothing to see here, move on.
Ashley: [disney] Lion King Timon!starrylites on December 22nd, 2008 05:34 am (UTC)
We are like totally cool enough for a cult.

a writer now: [batman] bruce smirkkatshakespeare on December 22nd, 2008 06:11 am (UTC)
Um, duh.
Grace: SR; Jason; Kiddorepmetsyrrah on December 22nd, 2008 04:36 am (UTC)
This was wonderful. I loved seeing an older Jason deal with his parents wedding and I loved the appearances of the other DC heroes. Great holiday fic, thank you.
Ashley: [DC] Wonder Woman kissing Batmanstarrylites on December 22nd, 2008 05:35 am (UTC)
You're very welcome =D I love to integrate everyone else when I can.
AlphieLJ: Jason Kissalphielj on December 22nd, 2008 05:36 am (UTC)
BRAVO! Jason and fiasco with his parent's wedding. It doesn't get much better than that! Thank you for this one!
Ashley: [L&C] formal wearstarrylites on December 24th, 2008 02:28 am (UTC)
I know, what else could you want? Haha!

Glad you liked it =D
bistyboo1974: 12 Days of Cloisbistyboo1974 on December 22nd, 2008 02:53 pm (UTC)
Gah, the banner looks cool! \o/

Not reading yet, though...I still have to finish my story, and I won't reward myself with holiday fic until I'm done!
Ashley: [holiday] Ned Santastarrylites on December 24th, 2008 02:29 am (UTC)
*throws inspirational confetti on you*

Did it help? Cuz if not, maybe inspiration confetti is like pixie and it requires faith and trust to work. =P

Don't ask me where that came from. I'll go back to doing something productive now.
Barbara: Wonder Womanhtbthomas on December 22nd, 2008 04:20 pm (UTC)
Fun wedding story! I hadn't read the first one, but I definitely didn't have any trouble following. :) Your OCs are fun and interesting, too! I see that you are going for One Big Happy Trinity Family, eh? ;)
Ashley: [misc] fandom squee - capslock abusestarrylites on December 24th, 2008 02:30 am (UTC)
You too did read it! At least you commented so I'm assuming you read it =P But yay that it makes sense.

You know, it didn't start out as one big happy Trinity. When we first created Serena and Grant, they totally weren't meant to be that, they just hooked up with everyone eventually, haha.
Barbara: Whoops!htbthomas on December 24th, 2008 03:23 am (UTC)
Um.... whoops? :D
Obsessed fangirl: Lois and Clark - wedded blissbabettew54 on December 22nd, 2008 08:35 pm (UTC)
I really enjoyed all the OCs in your piece ... Serena and Grant, especially. Serena sounds adorable and I wanted to read more about her. And Grant seems to take after his dad..! But, of boy, Lois and Clark and their many secrets... just glad everything is out in the open, the way it should be, and with Serena's help, it all worked out. I love weddings, even with the 'different' wedding colors!!

Thanks!! :D

Ashley: [disney] Little Mermaid happy endingstarrylites on December 24th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)
You're very welcome! =D
K: Sr-Look! in the sky!kabuki_party on December 23rd, 2008 12:47 am (UTC)
This was so cool being from an older Jason's point of view! Also- what an ending! First we find out who Grant's parents are, then find out that Jason's crush is also his best friend's twin? awesome. Very good characterization of Lois and Clark, by the way! This was great! ^_^
Ashley: [L&C] Season 1 crewstarrylites on December 24th, 2008 02:31 am (UTC)
I love writing from Jason's pov, it's fun =D

Glad you liked it! That's a very fun icon, btw.
dandellodandello on December 26th, 2008 05:28 pm (UTC)
When do I see this in my mailbox for the Big Apricot Archive? http://www.bigapricot.org/archive/index.shtml
Kim: CloisDancecifan70 on January 1st, 2009 06:32 pm (UTC)
Wonderful story. I enjoyed reading it so much. Great job with it.