Fic: Redemption (4/?)
Title: Redemption (4/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Tess/Oliver, Lois/Clark/Kal-El
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,300
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Tess and Oliver see things differently now.
Beta: paradisekendra
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Tess leaves the hospital, and later Lois and Clark talk about their future and how things will inevitably change for them. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
Story banner by paradisekendra!
~o~o~
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2) ( Chapter 3)
Chapter 4: New Beginnings
Tess refused to show any emotion, even though she was holding her breath waiting for him to say something. "Well?"
Oliver could see how tense she had become so he decided to ease her mind and not play any games. She deserved that at least. "It's over."
Her heart lifted but could she believe him? "Really?"
He smiled. "Really."
"Oliver, I don't know what to say." Tess thought she would never hear those words, but was he ready to hear it? Instead she asked, "What now?"
But before he could answer her, her doctor came into her room. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Mercer, but I have your discharge papers ready for you, but I needed to talk to you about your extended recovery period."
Oliver helped her to sit up, fluffing her pillow.
"Yes, of course, doctor. Umm, you remember Mr. Queen?" Tess introduced them again.
"Yes hello, Mr. Queen. Ms. Mercer's nurse informed me that you would be staying with her during her recovery period? Is that still the case?"
Tess watched him closely. Oliver glanced at Tess to reassure her with a look.
"Yes, it is, but is she ready to come home?" Oliver wasn't so sure about that.
"Yes, Ms. Mercer's recovery has been remarkable. She was able to get out of bed yesterday and walk the hall for a few minutes, but she still has a few weeks before any … umm … strenuous activity."
Tess ducked her head and smiled at that comment.
"That's great news, doctor," Oliver deadpanned, but couldn't help quirking a smile.
"Now about your recovery, Ms. Mercer," the doctor began, then he proceeded to give Tess her instructions for her recovery, her medication and an appointment date and time to come back to the hospital to remove her stitches. "You're all set and ready to go."
"Thank you, doctor," Tess said gratefully.
Oliver shook his hand. "Yes, thank you for taking such good care of Tess."
"You're welcome," the doctor replied, then left them alone.
"The nurse will be here in a few minutes to help me," Tess told him but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she felt so self-conscious around him.
"I guess that's my cue to wait outside," he winked at her. "I'm not going anywhere, Tess, not this time," he assured her.
She believed him this time. "I know."
The nurse came into her room then to help her get dressed.
Once outside and Tess was comfortably settled in Oliver's car, he turned to her with a smile. "Your place or mine?"
She smiled back. "Mine."
~o~o~
That evening, Lois and Clark's apartment in Metropolis:
Lois was in the living room watching the news of Clark's many rescues getting more frustrated as the hour went by, because they were still calling him 'The Blur.' She turned off the television and began to pace then she headed to his closet and looked at the suit, stroked her chin and thought about the 'S' on his chest, so bold and colorful. He had even asked for her help too but it had been several days now and nothing seemed to fit. Clark needed a new name and maybe the 'S' was the answer. "Yes, that's it, of course! Why didn't I think of this before?"
"Lois, I'm home!" Clark called to his fiancé. He entered the den and Lois was madly typing at her computer. "Hey, why didn't you answer me?"
She didn't respond but continued to type. "There, all done. Now, I need a title." She tapped her chin. "Hmmm, I'll have to think about that. Sometimes the titles are even harder than the actual article."
Clark shook his head and grinned. "What are you working on that's got you so distracted?"
"You know what I'm working on."
He shrugged unconcerned. "Please don't make yourself crazy over this, Lois. I know I asked you to help me, but 'The Blur' will do for now."
She raised her head, leaned back in her chair and glared at him. "Of course, 'the Blur' will not do for now," she stated firmly then continued. "It's a horrible name and you know why I feel that way," she told him with raised eyebrows, and saw no reason to elaborate.
Clark cleared his throat knowing exactly what she meant. He came over to her computer and tried to get a glimpse hoping to change the subject. "Well, did you come up with something?"
She couldn't help teasing him. "You know I really liked the name … 'The Man of Steel,' Lois teased, pushing his buttons.
Clark groaned to himself. "Not that again? Come on, no way, anything else and I do mean anything?"
Lois chuckled. "Well, how about … Superman?"
Clark pulled himself up to his full height, took off his glasses and twirled them in his hand for a moment. "Superman?" He whispered the name to himself over and over. He smiled. "I like it."
She smiled back, thrilled with his answer. "I knew you would. I just emailed the editor with a front page story about you with your new name, and how I landed an exclusive interview with … The Man of Steel, oh sorry … Superman!" She exclaimed as she stood up and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He kissed her back for a moment. "What's that for?"
"Oh, just a welcome home … and I missed you," she said and kissed him again.
"Hmmm, I missed you too," he replied between kisses and then he proceeded to show her just how much. The next thing Lois knew they were in their bedroom as Clark slowly began to remove her clothes, kissing her throat and her ear.
"Humm, right there, don't stop," Lois whispered then she pushed Clark back onto the bed as she straddled his hips. "You won't need these," she said as she removed his glasses putting them on the night stand. She then reached and pulled her blouse over her head, removed her ponytail clasp and shook her hair free. It flowed over her shoulders and chest in silken waves.
Clark thought she had never looked more beautiful. "Here, let me get that for you," he whispered as he rolled her onto her back and helped her remove her bra. He couldn't help staring at her magnificent breasts. He touched the left nipple as it puckered under his fingertips. He licked his lips. That small gesture turned Lois on so much, she closed her eyes and pushed her breasts together and tweaked her nipples into rosy pebbles. "Oh, Clark, please," she begged.
Clark was happy to oblige. He took her left nipple into his mouth and squeezed and stroked its twin. Lois arched her back loving his mouth and hands on her breasts. Her jeans were suddenly too tight. She began to moan and squirm. Clark knew what she was feeling. He helped her remove her jeans and the rest of her clothes. Soon, they were both naked between the sheets kissing and caressing each other.
"Lois, I don't want to leave this bed. I want to love you night and day, day and night," Clark moaned as he kissed his way down her beautiful body.
"I couldn't agree more," Lois sighed as she closed her eyes and opened her legs to invite him inside. The things he was doing to her made her lose all sense of self. I can't deny that Clark is an amazing lover and he's mine all mine. She had to have him … now. "Clark, I need you inside me … please," she panted.
"As you wish," he smiled at her loving her responses. He kissed his way back up her body and then he was home. It was like the stars colliding, 4th of July fireworks and every cliché he had ever heard about making love to your soul mate, and it was all true. She's really and truly mine. He moved slowly at first to please her and himself. He kissed her soft lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth as they moved together in sweet rhythm. Lois' moans fueled his own desire, then he could feel her climbing and he moved faster and faster following her over that peak, holding her tight, kissing her cheek, her throat, and then he lost himself for that brief moment. He came back to earth rolling to his back and pulling her tight against him. He kissed her temple, stroking her hair and arms. Lois fell asleep in his arms then he joined her in their own private dream world.
~o~o~
Daily Planet bullpen, the next day:
Lois was getting inpatient. "Well, what do you think?"
Clark had just finished reading the as yet 'unpublished' article but only one thing seemed to worry him … the title. "'I Spent the Night with Superman?' Really, Lois?"
She lowered her voice. "Well, technically, it's true," she whispered teasing him then she chuckled at his blush.
Clark shook his head at her. "You know what I meant. Whose idea was this? I know you didn't have a title when you sent it in last night."
Suddenly, Perry's voice boomed across the bullpen hollering for a reporter to get inside his office right now.
Lois shrugged her shoulders, no need to say another word.
"Perry?"
"Yes and you know Perry and his ideas about selling newspapers and the public's psyche about these things. And I have to agree him just this once. You know newspapers are having a tough time right now and this special issue will sell like hotcakes. You'll see."
Clark sighed. He couldn't argue that point. "Well, I suppose, if it sells papers."
"Oh, it will. There's no question in my mind at all about that. You are on everyone's lips, Clark. People are dying to know who you are and where you came from."
"I guess so," he mumbled distracted.
She watched him closely. "What's really going on here?"
"Nothing's going on."
Lois wasn't buying it, so she grabbed him and pulled into a private office and closed the door. "What is it, tell me."
He walked over to the window deep in thought. "I'm worried about my alien heritage being out there for the entire world to read about and to know. I should be ok with it but maybe I'm not. Everyone seems to accept me now, but …"
Lois understood how he felt. She took his hand and brought him over to the sofa. "I understand, I do."
"How would you understand? You're not an alien," he stated, not thinking clearly. "I'm sorry, Lois, but it's true."
Lois didn't take it personally, but she was worried about him and knowing him, he would sulk about this and not talk about his feelings. She made a decision then as she took his face between her palms hoping to set him straight, so they could forget about this and not speak of it ever again.
"Clark Kent, you look at me. You are a hero and the man I love. When I look at you, I don't see an alien. I see you and the person you are inside. Everyone sees you for the man you are not someone from another planet." She took his hands in hers then. "Now, I'm not going to lie to you, but not everyone will see you that way, but they are the ones with the problem, not you."
He raised his head to look at her. He touched her cheek. "You always know what to say to me. Thank you, Lois."
"You're welcome. Now, about the article?"
"You win, the title stays, but you know, Superman and Ms. Lane may have to keep their distance for a while. We wouldn't want anyone to get any ideas about them, now would we?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Lois thought about that for a moment. She certainly didn't like that idea, but he was right, of course. "That's probably true. In that case, Clark Kent and Ms. Lane won't have any problems in that department, now will they?" She asked and leaned in for a kiss.
"No problem at all," he whispered then his mouth closed over hers.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Awww, Clois and Tollie are so awesome. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading. Reviews are love.
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Tess/Oliver, Lois/Clark/Kal-El
Rating: T
Word Count: 2,300
Spoilers: None.
Summary: Tess and Oliver see things differently now.
Beta: paradisekendra
Author’s Notes: In this next chapter, Tess leaves the hospital, and later Lois and Clark talk about their future and how things will inevitably change for them. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
Story banner by paradisekendra!
~o~o~
Previously:
( Chapter 1) ( Chapter 2) ( Chapter 3)
Chapter 4: New Beginnings
Tess refused to show any emotion, even though she was holding her breath waiting for him to say something. "Well?"
Oliver could see how tense she had become so he decided to ease her mind and not play any games. She deserved that at least. "It's over."
Her heart lifted but could she believe him? "Really?"
He smiled. "Really."
"Oliver, I don't know what to say." Tess thought she would never hear those words, but was he ready to hear it? Instead she asked, "What now?"
But before he could answer her, her doctor came into her room. "Oh, I'm sorry to interrupt, Ms. Mercer, but I have your discharge papers ready for you, but I needed to talk to you about your extended recovery period."
Oliver helped her to sit up, fluffing her pillow.
"Yes, of course, doctor. Umm, you remember Mr. Queen?" Tess introduced them again.
"Yes hello, Mr. Queen. Ms. Mercer's nurse informed me that you would be staying with her during her recovery period? Is that still the case?"
Tess watched him closely. Oliver glanced at Tess to reassure her with a look.
"Yes, it is, but is she ready to come home?" Oliver wasn't so sure about that.
"Yes, Ms. Mercer's recovery has been remarkable. She was able to get out of bed yesterday and walk the hall for a few minutes, but she still has a few weeks before any … umm … strenuous activity."
Tess ducked her head and smiled at that comment.
"That's great news, doctor," Oliver deadpanned, but couldn't help quirking a smile.
"Now about your recovery, Ms. Mercer," the doctor began, then he proceeded to give Tess her instructions for her recovery, her medication and an appointment date and time to come back to the hospital to remove her stitches. "You're all set and ready to go."
"Thank you, doctor," Tess said gratefully.
Oliver shook his hand. "Yes, thank you for taking such good care of Tess."
"You're welcome," the doctor replied, then left them alone.
"The nurse will be here in a few minutes to help me," Tess told him but she couldn't for the life of her figure out why she felt so self-conscious around him.
"I guess that's my cue to wait outside," he winked at her. "I'm not going anywhere, Tess, not this time," he assured her.
She believed him this time. "I know."
The nurse came into her room then to help her get dressed.
Once outside and Tess was comfortably settled in Oliver's car, he turned to her with a smile. "Your place or mine?"
She smiled back. "Mine."
~o~o~
That evening, Lois and Clark's apartment in Metropolis:
Lois was in the living room watching the news of Clark's many rescues getting more frustrated as the hour went by, because they were still calling him 'The Blur.' She turned off the television and began to pace then she headed to his closet and looked at the suit, stroked her chin and thought about the 'S' on his chest, so bold and colorful. He had even asked for her help too but it had been several days now and nothing seemed to fit. Clark needed a new name and maybe the 'S' was the answer. "Yes, that's it, of course! Why didn't I think of this before?"
"Lois, I'm home!" Clark called to his fiancé. He entered the den and Lois was madly typing at her computer. "Hey, why didn't you answer me?"
She didn't respond but continued to type. "There, all done. Now, I need a title." She tapped her chin. "Hmmm, I'll have to think about that. Sometimes the titles are even harder than the actual article."
Clark shook his head and grinned. "What are you working on that's got you so distracted?"
"You know what I'm working on."
He shrugged unconcerned. "Please don't make yourself crazy over this, Lois. I know I asked you to help me, but 'The Blur' will do for now."
She raised her head, leaned back in her chair and glared at him. "Of course, 'the Blur' will not do for now," she stated firmly then continued. "It's a horrible name and you know why I feel that way," she told him with raised eyebrows, and saw no reason to elaborate.
Clark cleared his throat knowing exactly what she meant. He came over to her computer and tried to get a glimpse hoping to change the subject. "Well, did you come up with something?"
She couldn't help teasing him. "You know I really liked the name … 'The Man of Steel,' Lois teased, pushing his buttons.
Clark groaned to himself. "Not that again? Come on, no way, anything else and I do mean anything?"
Lois chuckled. "Well, how about … Superman?"
Clark pulled himself up to his full height, took off his glasses and twirled them in his hand for a moment. "Superman?" He whispered the name to himself over and over. He smiled. "I like it."
She smiled back, thrilled with his answer. "I knew you would. I just emailed the editor with a front page story about you with your new name, and how I landed an exclusive interview with … The Man of Steel, oh sorry … Superman!" She exclaimed as she stood up and threw her arms around his neck and kissed him.
He kissed her back for a moment. "What's that for?"
"Oh, just a welcome home … and I missed you," she said and kissed him again.
"Hmmm, I missed you too," he replied between kisses and then he proceeded to show her just how much. The next thing Lois knew they were in their bedroom as Clark slowly began to remove her clothes, kissing her throat and her ear.
"Humm, right there, don't stop," Lois whispered then she pushed Clark back onto the bed as she straddled his hips. "You won't need these," she said as she removed his glasses putting them on the night stand. She then reached and pulled her blouse over her head, removed her ponytail clasp and shook her hair free. It flowed over her shoulders and chest in silken waves.
Clark thought she had never looked more beautiful. "Here, let me get that for you," he whispered as he rolled her onto her back and helped her remove her bra. He couldn't help staring at her magnificent breasts. He touched the left nipple as it puckered under his fingertips. He licked his lips. That small gesture turned Lois on so much, she closed her eyes and pushed her breasts together and tweaked her nipples into rosy pebbles. "Oh, Clark, please," she begged.
Clark was happy to oblige. He took her left nipple into his mouth and squeezed and stroked its twin. Lois arched her back loving his mouth and hands on her breasts. Her jeans were suddenly too tight. She began to moan and squirm. Clark knew what she was feeling. He helped her remove her jeans and the rest of her clothes. Soon, they were both naked between the sheets kissing and caressing each other.
"Lois, I don't want to leave this bed. I want to love you night and day, day and night," Clark moaned as he kissed his way down her beautiful body.
"I couldn't agree more," Lois sighed as she closed her eyes and opened her legs to invite him inside. The things he was doing to her made her lose all sense of self. I can't deny that Clark is an amazing lover and he's mine all mine. She had to have him … now. "Clark, I need you inside me … please," she panted.
"As you wish," he smiled at her loving her responses. He kissed his way back up her body and then he was home. It was like the stars colliding, 4th of July fireworks and every cliché he had ever heard about making love to your soul mate, and it was all true. She's really and truly mine. He moved slowly at first to please her and himself. He kissed her soft lips and thrust his tongue inside her mouth as they moved together in sweet rhythm. Lois' moans fueled his own desire, then he could feel her climbing and he moved faster and faster following her over that peak, holding her tight, kissing her cheek, her throat, and then he lost himself for that brief moment. He came back to earth rolling to his back and pulling her tight against him. He kissed her temple, stroking her hair and arms. Lois fell asleep in his arms then he joined her in their own private dream world.
~o~o~
Daily Planet bullpen, the next day:
Lois was getting inpatient. "Well, what do you think?"
Clark had just finished reading the as yet 'unpublished' article but only one thing seemed to worry him … the title. "'I Spent the Night with Superman?' Really, Lois?"
She lowered her voice. "Well, technically, it's true," she whispered teasing him then she chuckled at his blush.
Clark shook his head at her. "You know what I meant. Whose idea was this? I know you didn't have a title when you sent it in last night."
Suddenly, Perry's voice boomed across the bullpen hollering for a reporter to get inside his office right now.
Lois shrugged her shoulders, no need to say another word.
"Perry?"
"Yes and you know Perry and his ideas about selling newspapers and the public's psyche about these things. And I have to agree him just this once. You know newspapers are having a tough time right now and this special issue will sell like hotcakes. You'll see."
Clark sighed. He couldn't argue that point. "Well, I suppose, if it sells papers."
"Oh, it will. There's no question in my mind at all about that. You are on everyone's lips, Clark. People are dying to know who you are and where you came from."
"I guess so," he mumbled distracted.
She watched him closely. "What's really going on here?"
"Nothing's going on."
Lois wasn't buying it, so she grabbed him and pulled into a private office and closed the door. "What is it, tell me."
He walked over to the window deep in thought. "I'm worried about my alien heritage being out there for the entire world to read about and to know. I should be ok with it but maybe I'm not. Everyone seems to accept me now, but …"
Lois understood how he felt. She took his hand and brought him over to the sofa. "I understand, I do."
"How would you understand? You're not an alien," he stated, not thinking clearly. "I'm sorry, Lois, but it's true."
Lois didn't take it personally, but she was worried about him and knowing him, he would sulk about this and not talk about his feelings. She made a decision then as she took his face between her palms hoping to set him straight, so they could forget about this and not speak of it ever again.
"Clark Kent, you look at me. You are a hero and the man I love. When I look at you, I don't see an alien. I see you and the person you are inside. Everyone sees you for the man you are not someone from another planet." She took his hands in hers then. "Now, I'm not going to lie to you, but not everyone will see you that way, but they are the ones with the problem, not you."
He raised his head to look at her. He touched her cheek. "You always know what to say to me. Thank you, Lois."
"You're welcome. Now, about the article?"
"You win, the title stays, but you know, Superman and Ms. Lane may have to keep their distance for a while. We wouldn't want anyone to get any ideas about them, now would we?" He teased, wiggling his eyebrows.
Lois thought about that for a moment. She certainly didn't like that idea, but he was right, of course. "That's probably true. In that case, Clark Kent and Ms. Lane won't have any problems in that department, now will they?" She asked and leaned in for a kiss.
"No problem at all," he whispered then his mouth closed over hers.
TBC!
~o~o~
A/N: Awww, Clois and Tollie are so awesome. Tell me what you think. Thanks for reading. Reviews are love.