Deleted Scenes (and more) Compilation

Scene Draft (Webs of Steel)

This is one of the few that actually made it into the final edit of the chapter it was intended for. Here's a tip for some of you who might still be learning; If you have something in your head and it's overpowering, taking away your ability to think about what you're currently trying to write, draft it. Not only does it help to get it out of your system, but it also helps later on.

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                     Webs of Steel
   (Scene Draft - Back at the Kent Farm)

Clark heaved a sigh as he watched Peter trail off towards the barn, where Gwen was sitting quietly with Shelby by her feet. He remained still as he took in their exchange, then tore his eyes away from them, and stopped when he spotted Lois leaning against the fence that kept the cows in their corner. The entire mess that had been made over the last two days was something he wanted to clean up, but he hadn't a clue where to start. Between the drama with Lana, and now the coldness from Lois, he couldn't leave all as it was.

He glanced back towards the barn, where Peter had managed to clear the air and he and Gwen were now laughing together, and his eyes narrowed. Forcing one foot in front of the other, he marched over to where Lois was standing, fully intent on clearing the air between them. He waited a second for the mooing of the cows to calm, and then cleared his throat.

"I'm gonna head inside while you feed the cows." Lois stated before he'd got a word out.

"Oh, I'm not here to feed the cows." He said quickly. "Actually, I was hoping we could talk."

"If you don't feed the cows, they'll go mad, Smallville."

"You're mad at me… and for real this time." He guessed.

"Yeah, no shit, Sherlock." She rolled her eyes. "You asked me on a date, that I only agreed to because I didn't have anything better to do, and then stood me up after making me wait hours looking like a damn fool. At the very least, I'd have thought you'd be decent enough to give me an explanation."

A small V shape formed in between Clark's eyebrows as he thought of what he could say that would help. He had no idea what to do in this type of situation since he spent most of his time avoiding upsetting the women in his life.

"I do have an explanation, though you'll probably call me crazy or accuse me of making excuses."

Lois turned away from the cows so that she was facing him. Her eyes were still cold, and sent a shiver through his spine. He was used to her pretending to be mad at him, but that was just teasing. This was real.

"I'm listening…"

Another moo cut in the conversation and Clark found himself wishing he had waited until she'd come closer to the house. It was too late to turn back now though.

"I wasn't the one that asked you on the date."

"Excuse me?" Her eyes widened. "Have you gone and bumped your head?"

"No!" He squeaked. "Please, just let me explain."

"Okay." She sighed, folding her arms across her chest.

"The night of the charity event, when Peter called me back into the hall, something happened and we sort of… we somehow switched bodies."

"So, you're saying that you weren't you for the past two days?"

"Exactly." He confirmed. "Peter didn't know what to say or do when he was trying to be me, which is why he asked you on a date… and I didn't mean to stand you up, it was-"

Lois shook her head. "I've heard enough."

"You have?"

"I can't believe you, Smallville." She scoffed.