#titannballs

‘Urgent weather warning here in Smallville tonight. A sudden, and severe, winter storm is set to hit the city at 8 p.m. tonight. Residents are instructed to remain home and to not leave for any reason. The aftermath of this storm could last for multiple days, so make sure you are stocked up on any necessities you may need.’ The radio repeated.

‘Great, how lovely,’ You thought. Just as you were making your way back from doing some holiday shopping, a sudden storm set course to hit Smallville. Mother nature seemed to have it out for you, as the oncoming blizzard sent snow hurling through the wind around you. It was so strong you could hardly see the road ahead of you. If the weather or radio didn’t alert you, the many phone calls from your parents definitely would’ve.

“Hello?” You answer, putting the phone on speaker.

“Sweetie?! Did you hear about the storm? You need to head back now!” Your mother’s panicked voice on the other side replied, “Please be safe, dear.”

“Mom, I’m on my way back already, calm down.”

“How can I calm down?! You’re driving alone in the dark with a storm about to hit! I told you not to stay out late!” She scolds, as if you asked the storm to hit.

“It’s not even that late! Plus, I didn’t know the storm was coming, it was so sudden!” You reply, getting fed up. Amidst the chaos of your mother’s lecture, you don’t notice the ice up ahead. You car slides out of control, “Shit-!”

Your car spins along the road as you try to frantically get ahold of the vehicle. You manage to hit the brakes, but not before skidding into a nearby guardrail. You hit your head on the side of the car. Your heart beats quickly as a result of that scary incident. In your daze, you can hardly hear the voice calling out to you.

“Hello? Dear, what happened??” Your mother’s voice rings out on the other end of the line.

“Oh my god.. The car slid and I crashed.” You wince, holding your head with one hand. There’s no blood which is a good sign, so it might not be anything serious.

“WHAT?!” Your mother shrieks, “Are you okay?! Where are you?!”

“I’m fine!” You reply, stepping out of the car to assess the damage on your car. It’s not too bad, just a very large dent in the side. God, your parents were going to kill you. “It’s not that bad. I’m on Main Street.”

“Why are you so far? How are we supposed to come get you?” Your mother asks.

“It’s fine, I can drive back.” You hang up abruptly, irritated at your mother’s nagging.

You stand outside for a bit, trying to estimate how much the repairs are going to cost you. In your excitement to go shopping after a while, you skipped on wearing your gloves and scarf, only wearing your jacket. Now, you were seriously regretting it. The blizzard made it extremely cold compared to earlier in the day. You try to walk back to the driver’s seat before your foot slips underneath you. You yelp as you catch yourself on the wrong footing. You lean against the car, cursing at anything and everything for the unfortunate situation you were in. Not only were you caught in the middle of a storm, but now your foot was injured too.

A truck pulls up nearby, driving slow and pulling to a stop nearby. Two people exit the vehicle through the drivers’ and rear seat. “Are you alright there?” A voice calls out. You can barely make out the figure as they step closer, revealing Clark and John Kent.

“Clark..?” You mumble, covering your eyes with a hand from the wind.

“(y/n)? What happened?” Clark jogs up to you.

“Oh my lord..” You mumble, covering your eyes as if you were about to cry. This was the first time you ever crashed your car, or even got close to any life-threatening danger. The thought of what could’ve happened if the scenario played out differently fills you with a sense of fear.

“Hey, hey.. It’s okay, you’re okay. I’ve got you.” Your boyfriend pulls you into a hug, taking note of your attire; hardly fit for the weather. You lean into him, trying to take weight off of your injured foot.

“(y/n), what were you doing out here?” Mr. Kent asks, looking between the car and your injured figure.

You turn to face him, Clark holding you up as you stand on one foot, “I- uh.. I went out, and the storm hit all of a sudden.. The- the roads were slippery, and- and-..” The cold makes it difficult to speak as your teeth chatter.

“Clark, take her to the truck.” Mr. Kent interrupts, “You’ll be okay, kiddo. You can stay with us until the storm clears.”

“What-? No, it’s okay.. You don’t have to..” You try to argue, but to no avail.

“We’ll talk to your parents, they can’t possibly come get you in this weather. We’ll tow your car back to ours.” He responds, his tone leaving no room to argue.

Clark pats your back and helps you back to the car. He gets you situated in the back, apologizing when you wince. He explains the situation to his mother in the front seat and after taking the keys from you, goes to help his dad with your car.

Mrs. Kent talks on the phone with your parents as you fall in and out of sleep in the back seat, the day’s events taking a toll on you. Clark helps lift the car back onto the road as his dad attaches the winch to your car. They both get back in the car and drive back home. Clark sits next to you and notices how cold your body is. You feel a wave of warmth wash over the car for a moment before it disappears. Mr and Mrs. Kent glance at Clark before he places his now suddenly, very warm hands on yours.

You arrive at their house when you feel Clark gently shake you awake, “We’re home..” He helps you out of the car and guides you into the house, holding you to support your injured foot. He sits you down inside and gently removes your shows and jacket as his parents prep dinner. He sits you down and keeps your foot elevated on a pillow. His mom brings a bandage and wraps your foot while Clark watches. She slides an ice pack under a layer of the bandages and instructs you to rest and stay off of your swollen ankle.

Clark carries you to his bedroom and places you gently on the bed. He helps you change and sits beside you with a plate of dinner. You reach to grab the plate from him before he pulls it out of reach, “Let me.”

You sigh before allowing him to feed you, “Clark, I’m fine. It’s just a sprained ankle.”

“It could’ve been worse.” He replies, worry evident in his features.

“I know..”

“Why were you driving so fast in the first place?”

“I was trying to get home before the storm fully hit.”

“(y/n), please. You have to be careful.”

“I know.”

“I mean, I was really worried when I saw it was you.”

“..i know.” You frown, adverting your gaze.

Clark sighs before placing the empty plate on the side, “I’m not mad at you, sweetheart.. I could never be. I just want you to be more careful..” He places a kiss on your forehead, before helping you settle in to bed.

He turns the light off and climbs into bed after you. He pulls you close and pats your back, lulling you to sleep. When your breathing evens out, he presses a kiss to your forehead.