#and clarke jumps to comfort her and she has some horribly mixed feelings

[lexa-griffins]

What's this about a clexa bones au 👀

So its kind of a bones au and while it does follow some of Bones format it isnt fully fully a Bones clexa au.

Lexa's a renowned forensic anthropologist of course but Clarke is not an FBI agent, she is actually a forensic artist that ends up working at the same lab as Lexa thanks to Lexa's intern and Clarke's friend, Octavia. Indra is the coroner and the lab director; Raven is the tech side of Angela while Hodgins is split between Anya and Murphy (Anya is dirt and fabrics, Murphy is bugs).

Lexa is Brennan if Brennan had a drop of self awareness at the start. She's everything Brennan is mostly aside from that and she is also an author - the only difference is that she writers crime with a twist of straight erotica because it flies off the shelves and hey., Lexa knows a few things about what ladies like 😌 she's crazy smart, direct to the point, extremely confident. Doesn't really believe in relationships but does enjoy casual sex 👀

Clarke is Booth without the FBI side and without the catholic guilt. She served in the army and does have a gambling addiction from before. She doesn't have a kid but she does have a kid brother that lives with their step dad since their parents died. Cocky yet very caring everyone but herself, she is eeary of relationships and has some commitment issues but casual sex is fine with her.

And thats really where they end up. Fucking for the sake of fucking, sneaking some quickies here in there at work that are fine as long as Indra doesn't catch them or ot doesn't interfere with their work.

And then Lexa falls.

And she confesses.

And Clarke rejects her. "Not yet."

Lexa respects that. And she tries to move one.

Then special agent Costia enters and before they know it they hit it off. Costia takes Lexa on dates and sends her flowers. And they spend more time at Lexa's apartment than separate so they move in together. And Lexa is perfectly content.

And Clarke tries to be happy for her too. She tries. She was the one who said no. She doesn't get to be jealous as Octavia reminds her even if "Dr Bitch Bones deserved it".

When a headless skeleton ends up at their lab, Clarke finds the source of her jealousy gone... but at what cost for Lexa and the engagement ring in Costia's pocket?

Or the fact there's a serial killer on the lose seemingly wanting to play a game with Dr Woods?

[bellamyblake]

I hope that you’re keeping healthy! I was wondering if you could write something where during 4x07 someone overhears Bellamy say over the radio that he can’t save anyone and then they make a list of all the times that he’s saved them? It could be Clarke that writes the list or one of the delinquents or a mix or really whatever you want. Idk if this makes any sense at all but I hope you get what I mean

Thank you! Hope you’re healthy too! This isn’t perfect but I hope you’ll still like it. 

“My mom passed out, she was there, she was in my hands-.” Clarke hears crack over the radio and furrows her eyebrows. 

She knew Bellamy went out in the black rain despite Kane’s desperate attempts to stop him and she swore that once she made it back to camp, which wouldn’t be for another few hours, she’d kick his ass herself.

“I can’t save anyone.” he adds and her heart breaks at the sound of it.

Kane keeps talking, he is good at that, Clarke thinks, but he can’t fix this. Bellamy Blake insisted on carrying the blame all on his own and nothing could change his mind. 

Unless…

“Hey, Miller can you drive the rest of the way home I need to write something down.” Clarke shouts at the back where Miller was napping head lolled to his chest, Jackson spread on the metal bench next to him. He perches up right away and gives her a quiet nod in agreement. 

“I was going to ask to take over anyway.”

“Thanks.” she gives him a brief hug when she stops the rover and jumps off the driver’s seat. 

A minute later, she’s in the back, going through her stuff. 

Jackson’s still snoring on the bench, making her smile at his relieved expression while she struggles to get the notebook she used to draw in out of her bag. 

Finally, she picks it up and while thinking carefully on the task at hand, she curls up in the corner and picks up her already pretty small from all the sharpening she has done on it pencil, biting at the end of it before starting on her list.

She loses track of time and when they make it back in camp, it’s already night. 

The rain has stopped but there’s no one outside but the two guards at the wall that open up the gates for them. 

It smells like acid, blood and dead all around. 

Usually at that time of night, people will be heading to mess hall for dinner, but when she enters the Ark wreckage, she doesn’t meet anyone going in that direction. 

All she finds is guards and medics walking frantically around, carrying bandages and any sorts of meager medical supplies they had left. 

She takes a slow turn to the left, towards medbay and meets Kane on the way there. 

He looks like he aged ten years just that day.

“Is Bellamy back?” she asks trying to hide the fear from her voice though unsuccessfully judging by the man’s curious expression.

“Just did barely twenty minutes ago. I forced him to medbay, he had burns all over his arms and chest.”

She purses her lips at that and takes in a deep breath, squeezing hard the piece of paper she had ripped off from her notebook, holding onto it like a lifeline that could keep Bellamy Blake from further injuring himself. 

“That bad?”

“He went out in a duck taped suit-” Kane sighs running his hand through his hair “I swear that boy-”

“I’ll deal with it, okay?” she promises reaching to touch his arm briefly “Thanks for trying to help him, I heard you on the radio”

“I did nothing. I couldn’t stop him.” Kane shook his head angrily “He still went out there and risked his life.”

“I’ll knock some sense into him, I promise.” she assures and he gives her a light smile.

“Well if anyone can do it, it’s you.” she’s not sure what he means by that but before she can ask, he had excused himself and kept walking down the hallway in the opposite direction.

When she makes it to medbay, the place is literally busting at the seams. 

All the cots are filled with people, some are even on the ground, lying on a bunch of blankets or even their own jackets, some were perched up on the metal walls, some were standing, horrible blisters covering their faces or hands while nurses and doctors or even medics in training, ran around, yelling at each other for more bandages, blood bags or antiseptic. 

It was a mess.

It took her a few minutes to find Bellamy’s face, but it was easy, since the newly arrived were always put close to the entrance before their injuries were quickly assessed by a nurse and then send over to a doctor.

He’s one of those sitting on the ground, leaning on the metal wall, his head lolling, his chin touching his chest. 

Even from this angle, Clarke can see the blisters covering his arms all the way from his sleeve, down to his palms, his knuckles, his wrists-big red and angry, skin colored a shade of pink that had started coming up where some of the blisters had busted and his beautiful bronze covered-in-freckles skin had started peeling. 

His shirt had so many holes in it, Clarke had no idea how it was still hanging over him. 

There were even a few bigger burns on his legs-above and below the knees but he sat there, as if he was out there on the front porch of a house he didn’t have, taking his afternoon nap, letting the hot summer sun graze his slumped cold body, trying to warm his soaking with pain bones.

She rushes to him and almost drops her piece of paper at the sight of his face looking up when she calls his name.

“Bellamy-”

It seems to be taking him a moment to focus on her and recognize her face but when she kneels before him and reaches to touch his hand, his eyes shimmer with recognition.

“Clarke? What are you doing here? I thought you won’t be back by tomorrow.” he winces at the touch of her fingers on his blistered hands and pulls them away.

“Well I had to come home when I heard you trying to sacrifice yourself over that damn radio.” she looks around and tries to get the attention to one of the nurses but nothing happens.

“How long have you’ve been here? You need to get help, those are serious.” her hand hovers over the worst of the burns but he just smiles and shakes his head.

“It’s nothing.”

Of course he’d say that.

Of fucking course.

She wants to kick his ass and if he wasn’t hurt, she totally would.

“No it’s not nothing!” she cuts him off with a fever in her voice that apparently amuses him because he smiles briefly before a cough interrupts him and he leans his head back on the metal wall. 

She knew that technically, even if he was out too long, his mom could still spare one of her acute radiation pills if she thought he could make it, his blisters would take a while to heal but they could be patched, hell, she was willing to get up and go find the bandages herself, but still…she worried.

What if he didn’t make it out of here in one piece?

Or if he didn’t make it at all?

Would she let him die thinking he couldn’t save anyone? Couldn’t help anyone?

“What are you really doing here, Clarke?” he asks when she slides next to him, wraps her arm around his back and pushes him to lean into her a bit. “You should be with the council debriefing them on the night blood solution.”

“I’m right where I want to be.”

“I told you I’ll be fine, don’t waste your time here-”

“I’m not!” she cuts him off “Also, you can go out there in the damn rain trying to save lives but I can’t come back home and make sure you’re fine?” he smiles and shakes his head briefly before his head falls a little lower and comfortably settles on her shoulder. 

She breathes in his scent except it’s not his…he smells of acid and radiation, not of firewood and freshly cut grass.

She squeezes her eyes shut.

“I heard what you told Kane over the radio.” she whispers and feels his hot feverish body slump further into her. 

She looked around for nurses, doctors, anyone who’d finally pay them any attention but it was such a mess everywhere that she wondered how Kane could force him to come in but not make sure he got the help he needed. 

“That you couldn’t save anyone.”

“It’s true.”

“It’s not.” she picks out the paper in her hand “In fact…I made you a list, so you can see I’m right.” he opens his eyes and looks up first at her face, then down at her trembling hands holding the paper.

“Princess-”

“I wrote down every person you saved since you came down here and I’m going to read it to you.”

“Clarke-” he moves up, tries to raise himself back on his own hands, to pull away from her but she squeezes his elbow, the one patch of skin that hasn’t been broken apart and bleeding and looks him in the eyes.

“I need you to hear this, Bellamy.” she says sternly “I need you to hear it not just because of you, but also because of me……I need you to know that what you do matters, that you have saved lives and not just taken them, that because of your big heart, because of who you are as a person, you can’t just so recklessly, lightly, go out there in the damn black rain and throw your life  away like it means nothing.”

“Clarke-” he tries to plead with her again but it’s pointless.

“Because it means everything to me!” she insists with fever and still, despite it all he shakes his head.

“That’s not true.” he whispers, voice hoarse and tired “It can’t be true.”

“But it is!” she moves her hand from his elbow to his cheek and cups it lightly “Please, let me read this to you, okay? Let me convince you.”

“Don’t waste your breath on something that’s not worth it, Clarke.”

“You are worth it! You are worth it everything to me!” 

The words might finally stick with him because he sighs and gives her a light nod before he lets her tug his head to her shoulder again and open up her piece of paper.

“I’ll start from the bottom, okay?” he hmms in agreement and closes his eyes. 

That allows her to run her hand through his curls and hope that no one will interrupt them while she does this. 

Even if the medbay is buzzing with pain, screams and worry, to her it feels like they’re the only people in the big hall, as if they existed in a bubble of their own, a bubble where things were right and good and warm.

She starts reading then, all the names that she could think of of all the people that she was certain that he’d saved, some of which she’d witnessed herself-delinquents who had come asking him for food or blankets, for shelter and advice, kids he’d dragged home after hunting trips bleeding out, screaming for help only so they could make it because he never gave up on them, all the people he’d protected from danger with nothing but a rifle in his big calloused hands.

Then she gets all the way up to the list.

“Mel, Riley, Fox, 48 of our own people in Mount Weather  .” she sucks in a breath before she skims over the top two “Octavia Blake.” he stirs at that.

“I didn’t save my sister.” he mumbles in defiance “I never could.”

“Bellamy, you came down here for your sister.” she insists “You raised her and you protected her your entire life. You shot the councilor for her and jumped a ship to an irradiated planet. Yes, Bellamy…you saved her.”

He opens his mouth to protest but he must be too weak to do so because he slumps even further in her arms.

That scares her…his lack of response and fight, so she picks his head up, shakes him a little, tries to bring him to her but his eyes are heavy with tiredness and drowsiness and his fever is hot to the touch, too hot. 

She starts yelling at the nurses and one of them finally pays attention to him, asking for some help at the guards who picks him up and place him on a cot that nearly got vacated in a way Clarke doesn’t even want to think about.

She cups his cheeks while the nurse goes to fetch bandages and antiseptic and forces him to keep his eyes opened.

“Hey…you haven’t heard my number one yet.” he moves his hand up and squeezes her wrist in response because he can’t seem to be able to force himself to talk. 

“It’s me, Bellamy.” she says, tears streaming down her face “You saved me.”

He opens his mouth to say something but he chokes on the words because of a cough that shatters his entire body.

Clarke can hear the nurse scold her for pushing him, hands trying to remove her, but she fights them off and keeps kneeling next to him, face in her hands as she moves her head over, hair falling on both his sides, hiding them from the rest of the world.

Her lips ghost over his hot forehead.

“You saved my life, Bellamy Blake.” she whispers “And you keep saving it every day.” he opens his eyes and looks at her and he doesn’t have to talk for her to know exactly what that look says-he’s surprised, no…not just that, he’s confused. 

He never thought that he had done anything for her other than try to shoulder their burdens and help ease the hard decision she had to make, but he was and is so much more than just a shoulder for her to lean on-he is her hope.

And when her lips finally touch on his burning forehead and she moves away, still cupping his face, she smiles and brushes the freshly fallen tears from his cheeks and she makes herself a promise then, to help him see himself for the man that he truly was not just in her eyes but also in the faces of the people he had saved.

And that man was a hero.

[travllingbunny]

The 100 episode 6x01: Sanctum

I have mixed feelings about this episode. I'm very glad that I got to see this and 6x02 together, since 6x02 was amazing. 

Season premieres on The 100 are rarely among my favorites of the season (and in season 1 and 4, were the weakest of the season), except for season 5. Season 2 premiere was also pretty strong. Here’s how I’d rank them:

Season 5 (Eden) 9/10

Season 2 (The 48) 8.5/10

Season 3 (Wanheda, Part One) 7/10

Season 6 (Sanctum) 6.5/10

Season 4 (Echoes) 6/10

Season 1 (Pilot) 4.5/10

First to get it out of the way - the things that bothered me about this episode:

So, Shaw is another black guy who got Killed First, and Zaven got Clexaed. Was this really necessary? JRoth says it was because Jordan Bolger got a role on another show, but They could have left him cryo-frozen for some time until Jordan finished his other obligation, like they did with Kane/HIC, who also now has a major role on another show.In any case, killing him off in the premiere not long after he and Raven had sex for the first time is a really lame old trope. And I wasn't even particularly invested in that relationship or his character, but it's such a waste after he was introduced in season 5, let's face it, pretty much just to be Raven's love interest and finally give her a good relationship.

I am glad that the show is following up on the things that happened in season 5 and that everyone is talking about their issues with each other. For them, it happened yesterday (I am just going to ignore the 125 time jump, since it practically didn't exist for any of the characters other than Monty, Harper and Jordan, and the people of the new planet).  And I was in favor of characters not forgiving Clarke immediately, before I saw this episode. However, the way they did felt so forced and unnatural. Murphy's remarks made no sense, as if he forgot or re-wrote all of seasons 1-4. Not only was he hypocritical, but I don't even know what he was on about. Clarke's 5th chance? What?? Does he mean all the times when she saved them? Did he confuse Clarke with, well... himself? Shaw felt particularly OOC. It's like JRoth wanted random characters to blame Clarke and deliver speeches about morality and redemption to her, and didn't care who it was, or as if Shaw was a stand-in for Raven, Sure, it makes some sense he's angry she gave them up, but to that extent and in such a personal way? Especially since we don't see him showing anger over the fact that Echo wanted to murder him? Or that Raven at one point was OK with Echo murdering him? The latter would have actually been more of a reason to feel hurt personally, since they already had some kind of a relationship up to that point, and he had helped her. But he was not Clarke's friend - she did betray her friends when she sided with McCreary: Raven, Murphy, Emori - but Shaw was nothing to her. Their only interaction in S5 was when he was one of the people (together with McCreary and Diyoza) who had her captured and tortured and threatened her daughter.

Echo lecturing Bellamy about forgiveness made me roll my eyes. Is this an even worse line than her season 5 line about finding each other in a cage? "Who knows that better than us". Err, I don't think "I did so many horrible things to you, and you forgave me (after being stuck with me for years in close quarters and with just 5 other people and I tried to make you forgive me for 3 years)" is such a great selling point or a positive thing about a relationship. And no, Bellamy doesn't have to forgive Octavia. I think he will eventually, but it's certainly not an obligation or Octavia's right, or anyone's right. No one has to forgive anyone. It's entirely due to the person who was hurt/wronged. Nor is "well, you forgave other people who hurt you, so why not that other person?" a good argument. Also, did she forget that he only forgave her after 3 years? Octavia threw him into a fighting pit (not to mention everything else she did) just a few days ago (obviously I'm not counting the cryo-sleep time). Their relationship is also complicated and different,, Bellamy probably has a time dealing with what his little sister has become and didn't expect that from her.

On the plus side:

The visuals are amazing, and everything about the new planet moon is really interesting. Including the setup for the next episode, with all the mysteries of the new planet, including the past of the people from Eligius, and the  psychosis that first overcame Emori. I love the bright colors - they feel both hopeful and fun, and psychedelic and sort of disturbing. For once, it's great to see a post-apocalyptic drama that doesn't have muted colors and dark cinematography.

Jordan is lovely - it's great to have an optimistic, innocent character, as a contrast to all the damaged, angry people, and he also obviously has many capabilities worthy of his father.

All the callbacks to season 1 were fun., especially Murphy playing the role of season 1 Octavia. Also, Bellamy telling Clarke that others will come around felt like a callback to their season 4 scene where Clarke was comforting him and telling him that Octavia would come around and forgive him.

Jackson was so excited to realize he and the other humans are "aliens" now, LOL.

Even though it was awkward in execution, I generally like the fact that they're dealing with everyone's issues, guilt and resentment from season 5. Clarke and Octavia are both set up to have great arcs. Abby and Miller also deal with guilt. There are so many interesting relationships between people who need to sort out their issues: Bellamy and Octavia, Abby and Raven, Octavia and Abby, Bellamy and Clarke...

I think Abby has a very interesting storyline now - trying to stay on the wagon and not relapse into addiction and trying to do better and make up to Raven, and her relationships with both Raven and Octavia will be interesting to watch. Kane might not really have a story of his own now, but, contrary to what many think, it would have sucked if he had died now, with how Abby felt guilty over letting him down and then tried everything to save him.

The scenes between Abby and Raven were really strong. Raven is very hurt and angry and unforgiving - of Clarke, but most of all of Abby, her substitute mother figure who really let her down and hurt her in season 5, in ways that reminded her of her biological mother. Neither of them beat around the bush, and this relationship will be interesting to watch.

Octavia scenes were amazing. I really don't get those stans of hers who justify everything she did, but I do appreciate her more and more as a great character. She acted exactly the way I'd expect her to act - angry, confrontational, unable to apologize and admit to her mistakes. While Raven is refusing to forgive, Octavia is refusing to say sorry to anyone. We saw at the end of last season that she feels guilty, and she wanted to have a big heroic redemptive death, but she didn't get that, and now she has to work harder for that redemption in the way she isn't used to - to try to really change, accept responsibility, admit mistakes and change her way of dealing with things. She'll have a long way to go and a lot of character growth to do. Octavia talked about Kane's past, but Kane did acknowledge his mistakes, almost 7 years ago, and changed and learned from them, something Octavia needs to do.

Niylah waking up Octavia after explicitly being told not to was funny - it's not a great thing to do, but I could have guessed she would, with her huge crush on O.

I'm glad that Bellamy is not forgiving Octavia easily. I think their relationship had been pretty dysfunctional way before season 5, and that she treated him like crap way before season 5 (including that time she chained him and beat him bloody because she needed a punching bag for he pain, and after that, it was still somehow all about her having to forgive him for an entire season...) so I don't want them to make up immediately. That relationship needs to be changed and reinvented, and Octavia has to change, and learn how to  treat both Bellamy and others in a different way, before they can be reconciliation.

The Bellarke moments were great - especially the radio calls conversation. It's clear that this is definitely not the last time they talk about that: that plot point has been brought up since the beginning of season 5. It took the whole season for Bellamy to learn about them, after Clarke was too embarrassed to tell him. Now she knows he knows - and it was cute to see the panic on her face when she thought he had heard all that she was saying (and we never heard all the things she said during those 6 years, so who knows what else she said!), and then the way he used a joke to lower the tension and let her off the hook. But we know from the trailer that both the radio calls and the fact she left him behind to die in 5x09 would be brought up. Yes, he has been forgiving and supportive of her since he found out the truth about those radio calls - his real problem was that he thought Clarke left him because she didn't' care, so learning that it was the farthest thing from the truth changed everything - but that doesn't mean he has fully forgiven her in his heart. He still wants to understand how exactly she feels about him, and they have so many issues to discuss.

And just look at that plAtOnIc chemistry:

I generally don't mind the Becho stuff, which continues to be along the same lines as season 5: no matter how forced those scenes feel, they're very easy to ignore, since their one-on-one interactions take up about 30 seconds of screentime (which could as well been written by some computer program for how to insert a perfunctory scene to remind people that characters are in a relationship), and, no surprise, a lot of their overall screentime is scenes where Bellamy, Echo and Clarke happen to be in the same scene or same shot, and their narrative purpose is not hard to figure out:

(How awkward when you're the third wheel to your own boyfriend and his... whatever exactly Clarke is to Bellamy.)

[kinsbin]

Sweet Kiss

Title: Sweet Kiss Ship: Injustice!Superman/Alexys [Self Insert/Canon] Word Count: 25089 Summary: Alexys and Superman share a rainy day inside making sweets. Superman wonders just why he likes this little human so much, and Alexys is surprised at the moves he makes to show it.

A/N: A commission for @bad-blue-moon-rising! Thanks for waiting again honey, and I hope you enjoy <3

He didn’t understand the effect that she had over him.

Clark Kent had gone through every possible iteration of reasoning in his mind, the wheels of his head turning like an endless supercomputer through flesh and bones of steel. Alexys had always said that she was able to tell when he was stuck in a rut of his own thoughts. “Your eyes change,” She pointed out in an almost admirable tone, “And you squint really hard at nothing in particular.” The mere gaul of her words had offset him enough to not find anything to say in return. He merely watched her with shock, the look making her give way to a fit of giggles that both jarred his pride but warmed his heart. It was things like those memories, he had realized in the back of his mind some time ago, that he was confused over. They harkened back to days long forgotten and to memories obscured by fog and years of forcing a regime over the world in an effort to protect it via control.

Was he...losing control because of her?

He sat on the kitchen table, palm cradling his chin as he watched her move around the area. She was bad at cooking, that was for certain, but her baking wasn’t...horrible. There was a certain joy to be found in watching her run through the kitchen in preparation for what was sure to be a fine batch of chocolate chip cookies. The weather was acceptable for it, the powerful storm that had ripped through their location was now beating itself against every side of her home with relentless force. It was hard to focus on anything but the angry pattering of rain against the rooftop at this point, the super hearing in his ears picking it up at a constant rate despite trying not to listen to it too hard.

Instead he listened to her heartbeat. The way her steps jumped and fidgeted with ease as she tapped around the kitchen, tile hitting bare feet. Her breath came and went in whisps as she hopped from one end to the other, pulling eggs and butter from the fridge before diving into a pantry for flour. He watched for a while, amusement filling his stomach, as she attempted to reach the brown sugar high on the edge of the tallest shelf. Half of him wanted to keep her there. To watch her struggle more and more, and then eventually be forced to turn and ask him for help like every other human felt the need to do once. The other half of him pitied her, yet, did not feel a reason to move himself from his relatively comfortable position.

Yet she didn’t ask for help. She only continued to reach for the sugar with a determined glare in her heated blue eyes. It was...surprising to say the least, and Clark couldn’t help but be moderately impressed by the actions of one as mortal as her...As fragile, yet, so determined that she wouldn’t even turn in his direction to implore the slightest of assistance.

The quirk in his smile was barely noticeable against the otherwise stoic form of his face as he stood. He practically floated above the ground, the tips of his toes just grazing the tiled surface of the kitchen floor. For what reason would he, a god amongst men, possibly have to touch their ground? Once, perhaps, he could remember doing so. He could recall walking amongst them like a regular person. Once...when his life wasn’t how it was in this day in age. Life was life, however, and things happened. It had changed and he, in an effort to survive it, was forced to evolve with it. The thoughts faded and dissipated from his mind like a constant storm as he landed at her side, almost startling her as he reached over her head. His fingertips brushed at the ingredient she needed, looking down to watch her expression as he moved to gather the item at his leisure. Her eyes were, momentarily, hopeful and full of excitement before a pout formed itself on her soft lips, making Clark have to bite back a chuckle as she leaned forward to the counter.

“I could have gotten it myself.”

“You could have spent another solid ten minutes trying to figure out just how to pull it down from its spot too,” His retort was easy going as he put held it between fingertips with a quirk of his eyebrow, “But I remedied that solution as well, didn’t I? I don’t think I could have handled you reaching like that for another second let alone that time, though.”

“I would have figured it out!” She laughed as she reached out for the item, sure he would give it to her as she needed. Instead, however, Clark held it a bit further above his head .He watched with slight amusement as she struggled to reach it yet again, this time from his own hand. Alexys groaned.

“How is this any different then, Mister ‘I don’t want to waste another second watching you struggle’?!”

It brought a light chuff of laughter to his lips that surprised even him. The moment it dared exhale from his lungs, he bit it back with a thin line on his mouth as he tilted his head to observe her. “At least I’m getting entertainment out of it.”

“You won’t be getting any cookies out of it then if this is how you’re going to play things.”

At last he relented, letting the brown sugar down from his grip so that it might pass itself through to her own. With a nod of thanks, Alexys accepted it and returned to her baking endeavors. The man of steel remained in his spot, watching her as she added together what ingredients she had at her side with the fluidity of practiced motions. He was reminded, only momentarily of course, of his life on the farm with the Kents. The adoptive earth family held many traditions in their home. One of them included something similar on rainy days such as this. Only...it was pie, wasn’t it?  The sweet crumble of apple and the scent of caramelized cinnamon briefly invaded his memory as he observed the human mixing familiar baking goods together to create a new, sweeter concoction.

A flash of a woman’s face echoed in his mind. Old and soft, the name of his childhood home hanging in the newspaper in the back as she told him stories of youth long since gone…

It faded like a lost memory as soon as it came, and his situation in the present took its place in his mind. Alexys had been helpful at the very least in her assistance of him, from the wound he had received on his body to the process of healing through it without alerting the authorities or (worse he argued in his mind) Batman himself. The memory of his consideration to killing her returned for a moment, arguing its pros and cons in his heart as she seemed to finally be satisfied with the consistency of the newly formed batter before them both.

On one hand...when he was better, would anyone stop him if he should? On the other hand...He thought of moments like this. Standing in the kitchen with this woman as they shared the moments of a rainy day together...Should she die solely because she enjoyed his company? It was more of a surprise that anyone should enjoy his company at all...He wanted to strike fear into their heart, yet, that urge to bring joy...it was almost fleetingly there with her. As if the spark had migrated to her form and outlined her body in an ethereal light so unique to her that he was almost blinded by it.

“Superman….Superman! Hey, did you hear me?”

He blinked in surprise as he focused back in on the world, Alexys standing before him with the bowl of cookie mix, now sporting a slick mix of chocolate chips in with its batter, carrying an expectant expression on her face as she offered it out to him with a tilt of her head. He watched in return, eyes narrowing at her for a moment before stepping back a little. Alexys sighed.

“I know you didn’t hear me.”

“I did.”

“What did I say then?”

“You….”

“...Asked you if you wanted to try any of this batter before I started the actual baking?”

Her prompt was spoken with a matching smile biting itself on the corner of her lips. Clark took all of his focus in not blushing indignantly. She had grown far too used to him being weak. Far too used to the version of him who could do nothing but allow her to help as he sat there and suffered silently through the consequences of his injuries. She dared get sassy with him, yet, there was something so refreshing about it. It didn’t stop the chuff of slight disapproval from echoing from his lips, though, as he reached out curiously to the sweet mixture.

There was pride in the center of Alexys’ chest as he gingerly scooped a small pile of the sweets onto the tip of his index finger, staring down at it before looking back at her.

“How do I know you didn’t poison it?” His tone was almost easing.

“You’re superman,” She deadpanned, “How the fuck could I poison you?”

“You could have put powdered Kryptonite in it.”

“Ah yes. I, a single college student who has to pay her bills, can afford black market Kryptonite. You got me, valued leader. Looks like I’m going to liars jail.”

She spoke in an even tone, however, the grin of amusement was evident on her lips as she tilted her head at his unimpressed expression. At last, she sighed in defeat and took a small fingerful for herself, adding it to her digit with ginger carefulness before showing it to him. Her eyes shone with sincerity as she reached out and gently put the finger between her lips, licking off the batter.

Clark slowly felt his accusation backfire as the back of his neck grew hot.

Her lips were so soft looking, the thought as he watched them far closer than he would have liked to admit. Plump and warm, perhaps a bit chapped, but still softer than anyone he’s seen in a long while. The creases of her smile molded itself perfectly to her skin, framed by the strands of long brown hair he longed to brush from her face and tuck away behind her ears. Her laugh sounded like the rain that hit the shared rooftop of his current prison of a home, a home to her regardless of his own thoughts.

He thought of what it would be like to kiss those lips. Could he taste the cookie dough she had just eaten, he wondered? What other things would she taste like...What could she give him that he was so desperate for? Companionship? Caring despite having fallen how he did before her, a man more than a god as he liked to be? She looked up to him but in a way he was not used to. A way he had almsot forgotten as the two of them stood silent in the kitchen, her blue eyes prompting eagerly with quick flits of pupils for him to do as she had just done, a proof that it was not poisoned.

“Kryptonite doesn’t affect humans.”

“It was an act of solidarity! Now try ittttt.”

Another resist to roll his eyes as he finally relented to her urges, sliding his own finger between his lips in an effort to taste the sweets she had made. How long had it been since he had tried something like this, he wondered? His mind wandered again to Lois. To his past with the Kents. They were a blur of thoughts now, nothing as important as the present. As her.

As her? He wondered why he had started to think like that.

“Well? How is it?”

“Not bad,” He admitted with a soft smirk on his lips, “I can think of something that’s a bit sweeter than this that might help, though.”

“You implying that you actually want to help me for the first time is sweet enough,” Alexys jabbed with a playful giggle, brushing some of her hair back with a free hand while her other clutched at the bowl before her with a sigh, “But I’ll bite. What do you think I should add? I want us both to enjoy these, after all.”

The actions happened before his mind could process them. He chose to let his body choose what to do next rather than his overbearing, ever-so-loud mind. Clark reached outwards, his hand touching at her cheek. His fingers grazed her jawline, fiddling with her bone structure before his palm cupped her cheek completely. He drew her forward. He could hear her heartbeat quicken with shock, her eyes dilated to signal her amazement. Her lips parted, hopeful, with the faintest of pops only his super hearing could pick up.

Their lips touched and lightning fluttered in Alexys’ stomach. It shocked itself up Superman’s fingertips as they shared the moment of thoughtful intimacy. As he had expected, though chapped they were soft. She tasted like the cookie dough they had shared, and another flavor so unique to her that he couldn’t find a word for it. It flooded his senses, it made him want more of her. He felt himself pouring what emotion he felt he had left into that kiss, a vulnerable urge he hadn’t had in so long finally surfacing full force through his veins.

When he pulled away, he saw her blush red on her cheeks. His lips quirked into a slightly awkward smile as he shut his eyes and took in a breath.

“Yes,” He murmured, “As expected, it was sweeter.”

Alexys sputtered syllables she couldn’t quite figure out the words for as he turned, floating easily back to the kitchen table and sitting down with the same bored and easy expression he had worn at the beginning of the interaction. Alexys approached him, having put the bowl down on the counter to collect herself, and looked on nervously.

“What was...That was...why?”

He took a moment to pause, thinking on his choice of words as he tapped his fingers on the counter top. Each second felt like a minute as they sat with the rain at their back.

“I suppose...It’s because I’ve found myself falling for you, Alexys.”

He looked at her, a hopeful glow against his red eyes as he waited for her response.

When she leaned forward again, it was to press her lips against his own, capturing him into another soft kiss that felt warm with the smile it gave on her mouth. Upon pulling away, he felt the ghost of a laugh breath itself across her mouth.

“I suppose that means I love you too.” She smiled in return.

The sound of the rain was now confirmation against their laughs, fading into the feeling of contentment as the day passed.

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Just a thought from a Philinda shipper loosing hope for S6: given Clark’s BTS pic with Natalia and Ming from Ep. 1, it appears we come back to May already back with SHIELD and very much in the fight. It feels like we’re not even going to acknowledge that the man she loves has recently died and she has gone through yet another horrible loss. I just feel like the Philinda shippers have been cheated with the way the story has gone. Any words or theories of comfort?

Hi Anon,

Full disclaimer, I was always happy either way with Phlinda.  I like the partners/old married couple team dynamic but at the same time, I liked them as a ship too.  

From a Fitzsimmons shipper who is desperate for content, I feel you. I’m pretty chill that’s we’ll see Coulson again, I’m just sure there is going to be one heck of a twist along with it.  

But I’ll do my best.

Yes, Philinda shippers did get cheated.  They waited 5 seasons for Philinda to go canon, and it happened at the 11th hour.  Fans never got a chance to really enjoy them being a couple, and that sucks.  Its okay to be angry and frustrated about that.

They need to have a semi-decent time jump in the mix to reset the board if you will.  Not even going into the effects of Infinity War they want to have time for Jemma/Daisy be in the final stretch finding Fitz.  Mack to have time to really get Shield established again.  And our baddies enough time to set whatever plan they are concocting into motion.  So a ripple of that will be where May is in the grieving process in that she’ll have had more time to begin to process it.  

Even though May is back with Shield doesn’t mean she’s not grieving still.  I’ve noticed in BTS pics of May that she is wearing less makeup.  This could be how they are showing her still in mourning vs changing her clothes or hair like they did with Daisy after Lincoln died.  She could be back to carry on for him, one last mission or poop hits the fan and with Daisy/Fitzsimmons/B Squad gone Mack needs everyone he can get.

AOS never has time to properly show one of the characters recovering from a traumatic event.  They want to get into the action so we often see the tail end of it or it just gets dropped completely as the story picks up.

Ming said at SDCC May had her “own agenda”.  She is back with Shield and will be definitely be working her own angle.  While its hard not to have the ship together, if she is fighting for him somehow it could lead to some epic moments.  How her mission ties to Coulson (and I’m pretty sure it will) and the larger story is just wait and see.  I can guarantee if she is keeping this mission a secret its going to blow up in everyone’s faces in a spectacular manner some point about mid-season.

When AOS wants to hide something it stays hidden.  I take back everything I said about the Framework filming hiding so much because this is so much worse.  If they don’t want us to know Coulson is in the mix, we won’t.  Hardly anyone is posting anything from the set.  And when they do it’s not much to go on.  they’ve done this before to hide when Characters are back.  Mike, Hunter, and Trip were hidden extremely well.  The only reason we learned about Trip being in the Framework was because his stunt double slipped and well we were quick with the screenshots.  And it’s not just Coulson they are hiding.  Content for May, Elena, and Deke just started popping up and I can count those pretty much on one hand.  Daisy, Jemma, Mack, and Fitz have yet to be seen in costume. 

I think if Clark is back in front of the camera as Coulson it’s going to be in a surprising way.   He won’t be the Coulson we knew. I would caution Philinda fans to brace yourselves for some sort of Fitzsimmons kind of nonsense in that he’s back but there is then a “are you kidding me” roadblock to them being together again for a bit.    The writers have their favorite tropes.  With Fitzsimmons its the separations…with Philinda it is the slowest of slow burns.

Clark himself is also offering me a bit of hope.  He’s not taken on another project yet and he’s still rocking the super short cut and scruff that showed up about the time they started filming.  I’m not seeing tons of pictures of him out traveling or doing things that would eliminate him from the possibility of filming.  

Announcing that Coulson in any way is indeed back is a big announcement they might want to save for a big event.  NYCC is the next major thing they could attend/announce it at and if not there, Wondercon.

I’ve done a lot of metas as to how the writers broke the trust of the Fitzsimmons fandom.  But it also can apply to the Philinda fandom as well.   The writers genuinely thought how they ended Season 5 would have been rewarding to most fans.  And for some it was…others….not so much.  For me, it’s still pretty raw because of how close they came to that actually being the end and that they were willing to leave it on that note.   Now it’s on the writers to earn it back.

I’m frustrated too, as usual, the marketing team is driving me batty because they have a very fine line to walk this hiatus.  They don’t want to give much away but at the same time they need to at least drip out some content to keep the fans engaged and getting excited for next season.  Especially when many of the fans of your two biggest ships and fan-favorite characters had the end they did and are upset.

I won’t tell you to trust the writers again, not after last season, but I will say to reserve judgment until we see what they come up with.

In the meantime, I recommend reading some fan fic.  I find writing it helps me as well.  AKA Canon what canon?  In I know I’m not going to get the reunion or recovery I want on the screen so I write it…or you can prompt one of the fabulous Philinda writers as well.  

I hope that helped.  This is a long and frustrating hiatus but we’ll get through it.