Small World (Clark Kent x Black!OC)-COMPLETED

Clogged Pipes

September 18-Metropolis, Delaware

You were currently in a predicament. It was Sunday, one of the few days off that you got. Zeeke was with his dad, and you were free to do whatever you wanted. Until your pipes broke that is.

"What do you mean you can't come until Monday?" You said over the phone to your landlord. "I need you to come now!"

After failing to convince him, you sat on the couch and placed your head in your hands. You thought about hiring someone, but you didn't have the money for that. You picked up your phone and hesitantly texted Clark.

'Hey, I know it's your day off, but I need a favor.'

'Okay. What is it?'

'The pipes under my sink are clogged, and my landlord won't come until Monday. Do you know how to fix them?'

'Lucky for you, when I was sixteen, I had a summer job as a plumber 😁.'

'Thank you!'

'I'll be there with my tool box in twenty minutes.'

You tried to tidy up a bit before Clark came. Not that you cared what he thought. It was just a common curtesy. You were picking up Zeeke's toys when he knocked on the door.

"Coming!" You yelled as you ran to the door.

"Someone call for a plumber?"

"You're a life saver, Clark. Thank you."

"Anything for you."

You nervously laughed and led him into the kitchen.

"This is it."

"Alright, let's see what the problem is." He said as he opened the cabinet doors. "Oh."

"What?"

"Nothing. It's just a lot of plastic bags."

"You never know when you might need one."

You cleared away the bags so that he had room to work. He knelt down and opened the tool box.

"Do you want a beer or something?" You asked.

"Trying to get me drunk?."

"No, that part comes later."

"Water is fine for now."

You filled up a glass and set it on the counter.

"So, how's your Superman thing going?" He asked.

"Not very well. I haven't seen him since the bus crash."

"I'm sure you'll see him again."

"Is it weird that I want to be in danger again just so he can save me?"

"Little bit, yeah." He laughed.

"I don't know how I'm supposed to get his attention."

"Something tells me you'll get to talk to him sooner than you think."

"Why? Are you his publicist or something?"

"You caught me."

He took off his jacket to reveal a simple white t-shirt.

"Jesus, Clark. You been working out?"

"Perks of growing up on a farm." He joked.

With every bolt he turned, every move he made, his arms flexed in different ways. He had you in a trace.

"Amber?"

"Huh?"

"Did you hear me?"

"No, sorry."