Deleted Scenes (and more) Compilation

Scene Draft (Webs of Steel)

This scene didn't really need a draft, but I had to get it out of my head to focus on other scenes I was trying to write at the time. Like the last one, this also made it into the final edit of the fanfiction.

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                        Webs of Steel
              (Scene Draft - The Talk)

Clark ran his fingers through his soaking wet black hair and then shook his head, spraying droplets of water on the bathroom mirror. With a white towel wrapped around his waist, he unlocked the door and sauntered across the hall into his old bedroom, which he had since loaned to Lois, leaving a trail of water behind him. Lois was absent, which he was grateful for, as he headed over to the chest of drawers that were used to store his underwear, his socks and his t-shirts.

Thundering footsteps down the hall snatched his attention away from the drawer and he turned around just in time to see Lois skidding to a stop in the doorway. His hands instinctively flew to the towel around him, and he gripped it tightly as though he was afraid it would fall.

"Uhh… Trying to get dressed here, Lois." He chuckled.

"Well, don't let me stop you. I just came up here to grab my laptop. If I don't get my term paper done then I'm screwed." She rambled.

"B- b- but-" He stammered.

"Don't be shy, Smallville. Seen it all before." She smirked.

"N- no, it's okay. I'll wait."

Lois flashed a wry smile, amused by his obvious embarrassment and continued into the room to retrieve her laptop. In the hurry she was in, she failed to notice the water puddled on the floor and as she set foot in it, she slipped. Her heart leapt into her chest and she reached out, grabbing Clark's shoulder in an attempt to steady herself. Though instead of stopping her from falling, it sent them both tumbling to the floor with a heavy thump as he fell flat on top of her.

"OW! You elephant, you're squishing me!" She complained.

"Sorry." He mumbled.

As he climbed backwards onto his knees, the towel around his waist loosened and dropped but before he could retrieve it, his parents appeared in the doorway. Clark felt his cheeks heating up and was certain his face was the colour of beetroot already.

"M- mom! Dad!" He squeaked.

"Clark!" Martha gasped, wide eyed with her mouth agape.

In complete shock, Clark scrambled for the towel and he wrapped it around himself quickly as he stood up. He looked at his parents and they looked at him, then at Lois, who remained on the floor with her hair sprawled out around her. His mouth hung open as he tried to gather his thoughts.

"Clark Kent, you need to explain yourself right now." Johnathan ordered him firmly.

"I uh- it's not- it's not what it looks like." He stammered. "I came in here to get dressed, and she came in here to grab something, but the floor was wet and she slipped and then she grabbed my thing and I fell on top of her."

Johnathan and Martha exchanged a look and when they looked back at Clark, it was clear that they were skeptical. He willed his embarrassment to die down so that he could clear up his explanation, but the longer he stood there, wearing nothing but a towel in front of an audience of three, the more embarrassed he felt.

"Clark!" Martha warned.

"Mom, I swear!" He threw his hands up in surrender.

"Okay, that's enough. Clark, get dressed. I want to see the two of you downstairs in the next five minutes. We need to have a talk."