By JenD <email@example.com>
Submitted: August 2003
Summary: Kryptonite and Robitussin have an interesting impact on Clark Kent.
Notes: Hey folks! I try my hardest at procrastination, but every once in a while a story leaks out. Someone resurrected the silly revelation challenge (http://www.lcficmbs.com/cgi- bin/boards/ultimatebb.cgi?ubb=get_topic;f =3;t=000100) a while back, but I couldn't quite fit this story in with the rules. Just so you know where this little piece of fluff originates. Enjoy! Feedback is always welcome but not vital to my existence. Robitussin really is fun stuff. ;)
Clark Kent stepped into the elevator on the ground floor of the Daily Planet and immediately began a fit of coughing. He fumbled a handkerchief out of his pocket and blew his nose while he waited for his floor. Several people eyed his obvious plight of sickness and slowly edged away as far as they could — which wasn't very far considering they were all in the elevator with him.
"Sorry," Clark mumbled out. So this is what's it's like to be sick, he thought miserably. Of course he would come in contact with Kryptonite the same week the flu was going around. But he'd taken plenty of medication earlier this morning, so he was counting on it kicking in soon. In fact — he was starting to feel a little warm and fuzzy. He carefully folded up the handkerchief and put it back in his pocket. The elevator stopped at his floor. Clark stepped out and stumbled over to the coffee stand where Lois was pouring herself a cup.
"Clark? You look a little pale — make that a lot pale! For God sakes, go home and get some rest!" Lois furrowed her brow in concern.
"Oh, I'm fine," Clark answered stuffily with a grin. Man, was that stuff making him feel good! What was it called again? "I took a bunch of um … Robi … Robison? No, that's not it." Was the room supposed to spin? Oh well, it was awfully fun!
"Robitussin?" Lois asked warily. Clark nodded happily. "Oh boy! Perry, what exactly does Robitussin do to you if you take too much?" she called down into the Pit.
Perry traveled up the ramp and took a good look at him. "Clark, *go* *home*. You're sick. You need sleep."
"Nah, I'm not sick; I'm Superman!" Clark slurred out happily. "Wanna see the suit?" He took off his jacket and started undoing his tie.
"Uh, son, how much Robitussin did you take this morning?" Perry said as he fought with Clark to keep his shirt on.
"Oh, you mean the red stuff? It was good, but they don't put enough in one bottle. Now what did I do with the cape today? You gotta see the whole outfit with the cape on!"
"Uh, huh. Lois, uh, why don't you see that he gets home — preferably with all his clothes on? He just needs to sleep it off."
"Right, Chief." Lois rolled her eyes and picked up Clark's tie and jacket that were now scattered on the floor. "C'mon, Clark." She started pushing him towards the elevator.
Clark started to protest. "But I didn't get to show anyone the suit!" He tried unbuttoning his dress shirt again, but Lois grabbed his hands and held them in place. The elevator couldn't come fast enough for her. It finally 'dinged', and Lois shoved him inside. "*Now* can I show you?" Clark asked impatiently as the door closed.
"Fine, already!" If Clark wanted to take off his shirt, whatever. As long as he kept his pants on.
"Yay!" Clark started to unbutton his shirt and flashes of blue and red started to show themselves.
"Oh my god."