Fic: Do You Believe in Fate? (4/?)
Title: Do You Believe in Fate? (4/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, Bruce Wayne,
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer:DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Jonathan and Clark bond at the farm, Lois has a visitor at the Planet, and later a possible threat shows up in Metropolis or is it? Remember, all scenes take place on Earth-2. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
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x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)
Chapter 4: Friend or Foe
At the Kent farm, that same day:
Jonathan and Clark were in the cornfield planting new crops. They hadn't spoken much since their strange conversation earlier that morning, after their tentative truce had begun.
Clark shook his head as he watched Jonathan work up a serious sweat. He could sense his determination in everything he did, and he couldn't blame him. Clark wanted the farm to work too more than anything. Taking a deep breath, he tentatively began a conversation.
"So, you went to see her?" Jonathan had told him about his visit to his wife a few weeks ago.
"Yes," he muttered not looking up concentrating on the planting.
Clark sighed. He knew this would be an uphill climb. No one trusted him, well, Lois was on his side, but even that relationship needed a lot of work, just like the farm. "And…"
"There's nothing to tell. She didn't throw me out." He paused as he looked at him sideways. "Actually, when I kissed her …"
Clark couldn't believe it. "Wait, back up, you kissed her?"
Jonathan had to smile at the memory. "Yes, I kissed her, and she kissed me back."
"Wow, you certainly didn't waste any time. What happened after that, if you don't mind my asking ...?"
"Nothing happened. We decided to take it slow, one day at a time."
He nodded his head. "She's a smart lady, your Martha."
Jonathan's heart warmed as he thought about her. "Yeah, she is."
Clark stood up straighter as he surveyed their work. "Well, it looks as if we're done."
Jonathan looked over their work. The planting would have taken him days in the past, but a few hours later, they were done. "Don't you mean you're done?" Jonathan shook his head at him, but he had to say it. "I … I couldn't have done this without you. I'm not as young as I use to be."
"It's nothing," he said, but it felt so right to do this for him.
"No, it's not." He paused as he watched him gather up his work tools. "I never thanked you for giving the farm to me and Martha." He paused again becoming emotional. "Thank you … Clark."
His head came up at that. His heart was strangely warmed by those words. "You're welcome."
With tentative smiles on their faces, they both felt as if they were finally headed down the right path.
As they headed toward the barn, questions and more questions flooded Jonathan's brain. One question in particular leaped to the forefront of his mind. "What's going on between you and … Ms. Lane?"
Clark hid a smile. "That didn't take long."
Jonathan frowned, confused. "What didn't take long?"
"Oh, just your … Fatherly … concern?" Jonathan ducked his head. Clark could see he was embarrassed. He took pity on him. "Lois and I are … friends, close friends."
"Friends?" Jonathan did not believe it. "Come on, Clark, just spit it out."
"There's nothing to spit out." His head came up as if he were listening to something. "I have to leave now." He headed for the door.
"I'm sorry, Clark, you don't have to run off," Jonathan said, feeling guilty about asking about Ms. Lane.
"No, no, I do have to go … you know?" He cocked his head as if saying someone was in trouble.
Jonathan suddenly remembered the article. "Ok, I get it, we'll talk later at dinner and why don't you bring Ms. Lane along." Jonathan smiled, as he watched him squirm.
Clark just shook his head as he turned to go. "Sure, if she's available."
Then he was gone.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, at the Planet offices:
Bruce Wayne was relaxed and observant as he read the latest issue of the Daily Planet. He was sitting in a chair outside Perry's office. He curiously watched the hustle and bustle of Metropolis' famous newspaper staff. One person in particular caught his eye. Lois Lane. He got up and walked over to her.
Lois suddenly looked up from her computer not believing who was standing there staring at her. Standing up quickly, she awkwardly addressed him, "Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes, that's my name," he replied and held out his hand. "Ms. Lane, is it?" He asked as he glanced at her name plate. She shook his hand.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you." She looked around. Everyone was staring at them. "Are you here to see me?"
"Well, no, I'm here to meet with Perry White, your editor," he replied as he watched her closely. Kal-El was a lucky man. "I've read your articles, and I have to say I'm truly impressed, particularly your recent article about … 'Superman.'"
Lois's eyes bugged out of her head. "You read my articles?"
He smiled at her look. "Doesn't everyone?"
Meanwhile in Perry's office, he jumped up from his chair when his assistant told him that Bruce Wayne was outside waiting to meet with him, but he didn't have an appointment.
"Don't keep him waiting, send him in!" Perry exclaimed as he straightened his tie, rolled down his sleeves and put on his suit coat.
"Sure Chief," she told him, then left his office and scurried over to the famous gentleman. "Mr. Wayne?" Perry's assistant hoped to get his attention. "Mr. White will see you now."
Bruce turned back to Lois with a smile. "I'm sure we'll see each other again."
And with that cryptic remark, he turned and followed Perry's assistant.
All Lois could do was stare at him in shock, her mouth hanging open. After slowly sitting back down, she pulled out her cellphone and called Clark. It went to voice mail.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Metropolis:
Another frightening bank heist was going down. The robbers wore ski masks and had become a serious nuisance for the police. This would have been their fifth robbery of small banks in neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city. One teller had managed to set off a silent alarm, but they always managed to leave before the police could arrive, but not this time.
Seconds later, Clark stood at the entrance, hands on hips, his long black coat flapping, his silver 'S' on his chest shining brightly. "Put down your weapons and no one will get hurt."
"We know who you are … Superman." The robber took out a small box and inside was … green kryptonite. He opened the box.
Clark backed up, but the pain was unbearable. The robber came closer. Clark hit the floor hard. "That was easy," the robber murmured, still holding the green kryptonite.
Suddenly, a man dressed in a strange red bodysuit appeared out of nowhere. He moved so fast he was a blur to all the stunned customers as well as Clark. The robbers were rounded up in seconds the green kryptonite taken and put away, and then he was standing there with a proud and self-assured smile on his face. The robbers were tied up with gags in their mouths and police sirens could be heard in the distance. No shots had been fired and no one was hurt.
Clark slowly stood up and watched the man in red. "Who are you?"
"Hello, Kal-El, my name is The Flash, and … I'm a friend."
"How did you?" Clark held out his hands at a loss as to how he had managed to do it.
"We need to talk," Wally replied.
~o~o~
A little while later, in downtown Metropolis:
Clark hesitantly followed his 'new friend,' but he was cautious and worried about this vigilante. He was obviously faster than himself, but why hadn't he heard about him before and why had he shown up now? He had no answers, but then he thought … the article!
"What is this place?" He asked as he continued to follow him. They entered an area that apparently had not been abandoned. Located on the top floor, there were machines and computers everywhere. Equipment was being monitored by more vigilantes in strange costumes, a few even had wings on their backs.
"All your questions will be answered shortly," Wally replied. "Just relax."
Clark was suspicious of all of this. "I want answers now if you don't mind." He crossed his arms.
"Aren't we the impatient one?" That was Bruce in his Batman costume.
"And who might you be? Are you 'their leader' or something?" Is he supposed to be a bat? Clark thought.
They all laughed at Clark's question, but Bruce quieted them with a look.
"I work alone," Clark told the leader of this motley crew.
"Not anymore," Bruce replied. "I know what happened."
Clark's back went up. He knew what he meant. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, green kryptonite …? It's everywhere in this town, and that stuff can kill you. You need us."
He had a point, and he had far too much to do, and green kryptonite was a serious problem. Clark uncrossed his arms. "Well, I don't know. How would this work exactly?"
"Step this way," Bruce instructed. Clark cautiously followed him.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, back at the farm:
It was late, and dinner was getting cold. Jonathan and Martha were at the house waiting for Clark and Lois to arrive.
"Are they coming soon? Have you heard from either of them?" Martha asked her quiet husband. She couldn't help how excited she had been when Jonathan had called and explained about the farm and Clark helping with the renovations. She was cautious of course. Clark Luthor had a terrible reputation, not only as a lady's man, but someone they could not trust. She watched her husband as he looked out the back door.
"No, I haven't heard, but they could show up. It's still early."
Martha watched him for a moment then slowly walked over to him. "Jonathan, I can see how much hard work you two have put into this place, but making a profit, well, that could take time." She was worried that Jonathan may slip back into his old ways if the farm didn't turn around and especially if Clark disappointed him.
He turned to face her, but he knew her like a book. "You're worried about me, aren't you?" His heart soared that she would feel this way.
She turned slightly to hide her face. "I'm worried about all of us, you, me, Clark and Ms. Lane. What if …"
He took her hand. "Let's worry if we have anything to worry about, but we don't." He touched her chin and looked into her beautiful eyes. "All I know is that all of this wouldn't mean anything … not without you."
"Oh, Jonathan …" She murmured then she raised her eyes to his face and the look was back. She closed her eyes when he leaned down.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. It was Clark with Lois by his side.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Awwww, I loved writing this chapter. Clark, Bruce, Wally, Carter, Shiera (they're not married yet), and a few others I was thinking of adding … all working together to save Clark's butt! *lol* Stay tuned, more in a week! :D
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, Bruce Wayne,
Rating: M
Word Count: 2,000
Disclaimer:DC Comics/Warner Brothers owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Jonathan and Clark bond at the farm, Lois has a visitor at the Planet, and later a possible threat shows up in Metropolis or is it? Remember, all scenes take place on Earth-2. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
Banner by Ctbn60
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)
Chapter 4: Friend or Foe
At the Kent farm, that same day:
Jonathan and Clark were in the cornfield planting new crops. They hadn't spoken much since their strange conversation earlier that morning, after their tentative truce had begun.
Clark shook his head as he watched Jonathan work up a serious sweat. He could sense his determination in everything he did, and he couldn't blame him. Clark wanted the farm to work too more than anything. Taking a deep breath, he tentatively began a conversation.
"So, you went to see her?" Jonathan had told him about his visit to his wife a few weeks ago.
"Yes," he muttered not looking up concentrating on the planting.
Clark sighed. He knew this would be an uphill climb. No one trusted him, well, Lois was on his side, but even that relationship needed a lot of work, just like the farm. "And…"
"There's nothing to tell. She didn't throw me out." He paused as he looked at him sideways. "Actually, when I kissed her …"
Clark couldn't believe it. "Wait, back up, you kissed her?"
Jonathan had to smile at the memory. "Yes, I kissed her, and she kissed me back."
"Wow, you certainly didn't waste any time. What happened after that, if you don't mind my asking ...?"
"Nothing happened. We decided to take it slow, one day at a time."
He nodded his head. "She's a smart lady, your Martha."
Jonathan's heart warmed as he thought about her. "Yeah, she is."
Clark stood up straighter as he surveyed their work. "Well, it looks as if we're done."
Jonathan looked over their work. The planting would have taken him days in the past, but a few hours later, they were done. "Don't you mean you're done?" Jonathan shook his head at him, but he had to say it. "I … I couldn't have done this without you. I'm not as young as I use to be."
"It's nothing," he said, but it felt so right to do this for him.
"No, it's not." He paused as he watched him gather up his work tools. "I never thanked you for giving the farm to me and Martha." He paused again becoming emotional. "Thank you … Clark."
His head came up at that. His heart was strangely warmed by those words. "You're welcome."
With tentative smiles on their faces, they both felt as if they were finally headed down the right path.
As they headed toward the barn, questions and more questions flooded Jonathan's brain. One question in particular leaped to the forefront of his mind. "What's going on between you and … Ms. Lane?"
Clark hid a smile. "That didn't take long."
Jonathan frowned, confused. "What didn't take long?"
"Oh, just your … Fatherly … concern?" Jonathan ducked his head. Clark could see he was embarrassed. He took pity on him. "Lois and I are … friends, close friends."
"Friends?" Jonathan did not believe it. "Come on, Clark, just spit it out."
"There's nothing to spit out." His head came up as if he were listening to something. "I have to leave now." He headed for the door.
"I'm sorry, Clark, you don't have to run off," Jonathan said, feeling guilty about asking about Ms. Lane.
"No, no, I do have to go … you know?" He cocked his head as if saying someone was in trouble.
Jonathan suddenly remembered the article. "Ok, I get it, we'll talk later at dinner and why don't you bring Ms. Lane along." Jonathan smiled, as he watched him squirm.
Clark just shook his head as he turned to go. "Sure, if she's available."
Then he was gone.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, at the Planet offices:
Bruce Wayne was relaxed and observant as he read the latest issue of the Daily Planet. He was sitting in a chair outside Perry's office. He curiously watched the hustle and bustle of Metropolis' famous newspaper staff. One person in particular caught his eye. Lois Lane. He got up and walked over to her.
Lois suddenly looked up from her computer not believing who was standing there staring at her. Standing up quickly, she awkwardly addressed him, "Bruce Wayne?"
"Yes, that's my name," he replied and held out his hand. "Ms. Lane, is it?" He asked as he glanced at her name plate. She shook his hand.
"Yes, it's nice to meet you." She looked around. Everyone was staring at them. "Are you here to see me?"
"Well, no, I'm here to meet with Perry White, your editor," he replied as he watched her closely. Kal-El was a lucky man. "I've read your articles, and I have to say I'm truly impressed, particularly your recent article about … 'Superman.'"
Lois's eyes bugged out of her head. "You read my articles?"
He smiled at her look. "Doesn't everyone?"
Meanwhile in Perry's office, he jumped up from his chair when his assistant told him that Bruce Wayne was outside waiting to meet with him, but he didn't have an appointment.
"Don't keep him waiting, send him in!" Perry exclaimed as he straightened his tie, rolled down his sleeves and put on his suit coat.
"Sure Chief," she told him, then left his office and scurried over to the famous gentleman. "Mr. Wayne?" Perry's assistant hoped to get his attention. "Mr. White will see you now."
Bruce turned back to Lois with a smile. "I'm sure we'll see each other again."
And with that cryptic remark, he turned and followed Perry's assistant.
All Lois could do was stare at him in shock, her mouth hanging open. After slowly sitting back down, she pulled out her cellphone and called Clark. It went to voice mail.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, on the outskirts of Metropolis:
Another frightening bank heist was going down. The robbers wore ski masks and had become a serious nuisance for the police. This would have been their fifth robbery of small banks in neighborhoods on the outskirts of the city. One teller had managed to set off a silent alarm, but they always managed to leave before the police could arrive, but not this time.
Seconds later, Clark stood at the entrance, hands on hips, his long black coat flapping, his silver 'S' on his chest shining brightly. "Put down your weapons and no one will get hurt."
"We know who you are … Superman." The robber took out a small box and inside was … green kryptonite. He opened the box.
Clark backed up, but the pain was unbearable. The robber came closer. Clark hit the floor hard. "That was easy," the robber murmured, still holding the green kryptonite.
Suddenly, a man dressed in a strange red bodysuit appeared out of nowhere. He moved so fast he was a blur to all the stunned customers as well as Clark. The robbers were rounded up in seconds the green kryptonite taken and put away, and then he was standing there with a proud and self-assured smile on his face. The robbers were tied up with gags in their mouths and police sirens could be heard in the distance. No shots had been fired and no one was hurt.
Clark slowly stood up and watched the man in red. "Who are you?"
"Hello, Kal-El, my name is The Flash, and … I'm a friend."
"How did you?" Clark held out his hands at a loss as to how he had managed to do it.
"We need to talk," Wally replied.
~o~o~
A little while later, in downtown Metropolis:
Clark hesitantly followed his 'new friend,' but he was cautious and worried about this vigilante. He was obviously faster than himself, but why hadn't he heard about him before and why had he shown up now? He had no answers, but then he thought … the article!
"What is this place?" He asked as he continued to follow him. They entered an area that apparently had not been abandoned. Located on the top floor, there were machines and computers everywhere. Equipment was being monitored by more vigilantes in strange costumes, a few even had wings on their backs.
"All your questions will be answered shortly," Wally replied. "Just relax."
Clark was suspicious of all of this. "I want answers now if you don't mind." He crossed his arms.
"Aren't we the impatient one?" That was Bruce in his Batman costume.
"And who might you be? Are you 'their leader' or something?" Is he supposed to be a bat? Clark thought.
They all laughed at Clark's question, but Bruce quieted them with a look.
"I work alone," Clark told the leader of this motley crew.
"Not anymore," Bruce replied. "I know what happened."
Clark's back went up. He knew what he meant. "What do you mean?"
"You know what I mean, green kryptonite …? It's everywhere in this town, and that stuff can kill you. You need us."
He had a point, and he had far too much to do, and green kryptonite was a serious problem. Clark uncrossed his arms. "Well, I don't know. How would this work exactly?"
"Step this way," Bruce instructed. Clark cautiously followed him.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, back at the farm:
It was late, and dinner was getting cold. Jonathan and Martha were at the house waiting for Clark and Lois to arrive.
"Are they coming soon? Have you heard from either of them?" Martha asked her quiet husband. She couldn't help how excited she had been when Jonathan had called and explained about the farm and Clark helping with the renovations. She was cautious of course. Clark Luthor had a terrible reputation, not only as a lady's man, but someone they could not trust. She watched her husband as he looked out the back door.
"No, I haven't heard, but they could show up. It's still early."
Martha watched him for a moment then slowly walked over to him. "Jonathan, I can see how much hard work you two have put into this place, but making a profit, well, that could take time." She was worried that Jonathan may slip back into his old ways if the farm didn't turn around and especially if Clark disappointed him.
He turned to face her, but he knew her like a book. "You're worried about me, aren't you?" His heart soared that she would feel this way.
She turned slightly to hide her face. "I'm worried about all of us, you, me, Clark and Ms. Lane. What if …"
He took her hand. "Let's worry if we have anything to worry about, but we don't." He touched her chin and looked into her beautiful eyes. "All I know is that all of this wouldn't mean anything … not without you."
"Oh, Jonathan …" She murmured then she raised her eyes to his face and the look was back. She closed her eyes when he leaned down.
Suddenly, someone cleared their throat. It was Clark with Lois by his side.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Awwww, I loved writing this chapter. Clark, Bruce, Wally, Carter, Shiera (they're not married yet), and a few others I was thinking of adding … all working together to save Clark's butt! *lol* Stay tuned, more in a week! :D