Disclaimer: I don't own Superman or Smallville, and yes, I'm super sad about that.
Author's Note: This was a drabble meme where you write ten drabbles to ten songs that come up at random in your iTunes. They run the gamut from angst to fluff to cheese, and while most are suitable for all, one is very much adult and will be clearly labled. Hope you guys like it.
Rating: K
There were times in her life where she was sure that the blows to her head were catching up with her. They had to be leaving permanent damage- her primary care physician had even told her so, at her last appointment. He'd warned her that it would do wonders for her health to stop putting herself into situations in which her brain and spinal column became bruised. She'd laughed, because, of course, she didn't plan on changing professions anytime soon, nor did she plan on leaving her boyfriend, particularly when he was the thoughtful, surprising, flying, superhero kind. Even if a number of the occasions during which she'd found herself rendered unconscious had been in someway related to him or his powers (not that she would ever blame him, of course. She probably could have been a titch more careful herself).
Still, she mused, maybe it wasn't prudent to take her doctor's warning so lightly, as she gaped around her to take in the place Clark had decided to bring her for their six month anniversary. She wasn't sure whether or not she was hallucinating due to fluid crowding the brain.
"Disneyland, Smallville?" she asked, as he took her hand to lead her to the giant gates.
"It's supposed to be the happiest place on Earth," he told her, ducking his head slightly. He stroked his thumb over the back of her hand gently, adoringly, and pressed a kiss to it.
"I wanted you to have that, because…" He smiled that Kent smile she so adored, his big blue eyes still a tiny bit bashful, a tiny bit awed, even after six months together. "Because you let me have it everyday, wherever you are."