When proclaiming her love for Clark Kent wasn't enough, when he turns away and goes back to Lois, it's all heartbreak. But at the end, they all share the same world, they all bleed.
Jamie Clayton isn't as normal as she thought she was, revealing tru...
"So you're like some sort of water thing?," Mel raises an eyebrow, laying on her bed and looking up at the ceiling.
"Not a water thing, Mel, but I've got some ties to Atlantis," Jamie paces around.
"The Lost City of Atlantis?," Mel props herself up on her elbows, really staring at her friend, "I think fish-lady's losing her mind."
"I know it sounds crazy, but watch this," Jamie takes out the necklace and puts it on. She raises her arm out, pointing her fingers at the glass of cold water on Mel's dresser, and concentrating. She thought of the encounter with the mysterious lady, the stuff she had told Jamie. But nothing. Nothing was happening.
"Okay, Queen of the Ocean, I'm going to go get some food," Mel hops off her bed, "Tell me if Her Highness wants a soda."
Suddenly, chills went down Mel's spine with the contact of cold water with the nape of her neck. She turned around, and then froze at the sight of what was going on. Jamie stood there, a small hovering ball of water glided through the air at the request of her fingertips. The crystal around her neck glowed, her plain brown eyes turning the same shade of turquoise as her glowing pendant, shining with the same radiance.
"Holy shit," Mel muttered under her breath, only to have her face being splashed with that same water. She laughed. "Holy shit, Jamie! We have to tell Clark!"
Jamie squealed, "But we can't tell anyone."
"Why not?," Mel inquired, her grin fading away.
"Not until I find what I'm looking for."
"And what's that?," Mel folds her arms in front of her chest.
"I'll let you know tomorrow at work, just need to do a little bit of my own investigating."
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The next day was long, Jamie was on her way to place her article on Perry White's desk. It was evident that she hadn't gotten much sleep the night before, with everything on her mind who could blame her? Her tired legs carried her far enough to bump into someone, pretty hard, too. She looked up to see Clark Kent, another writer for the Daily Planet.
There was always something about Clark that she liked, and since Lois had left for Central City, she had been his friend to talk to when he couldn't with anyone else. But if she had told someone that, they'd know she was lying. She had been in love with Clark Kent since he first came to work at the Daily Planet, but he had other interests. And although that was the case, her love had never faltered.
"Mornin', Jamie," he smiled, "Sorry for getting in your way, I'll let you proceed."
"No, it's alright," she sighs, "I'm just tired."
"You look it," he says, then takes a sharp breath, "Not to say you look bad of anything—you look good—not as in 'good' good but as in healthy—and I'm not saying 'healthy' to call you big or anything, you're not big. Just a big charmer—not that you're trying to charm me or—."
