#aruna writes

[unfortunately-obsessed]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

Summary:

Erik stretches his fingers, lazily reaching towards the other side of the bed. His eyes slowly open once he rubs into the cold sheets, Rogue nowhere to be found– which is utterly strange. She usually doesn't leave the bed during the night, not even to go to the bathroom.

[unfortunately-obsessed]

Clark accidentally hits a seagull while trying to get to work. He was late and also trying not to spill Lois coffee!

Cue to Superman in the full-glory of his blue-red-yellow suit, towering amongst the other clients, mist-eyed. The seagull is but a little bird on his big hands– actually chilling despite a small red scratch on the belly.

"Ma'am, can you please help?" he asks, voice shaky. "I accidentally ran into him," he adds, as if anyone on the vet clinic would demand an explanation.

Can you say no to him?

No. No, you can't.

Perry can wait– Clark stays there until he he's assured his little friend will be okay.