Fic: Do You Believe in Fate? (15/?)
Title: Do You Believe in Fate? (15/?)
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, Bruce Wayne, Tess Luthor, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Conner Kent
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,500
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, Lois and Clark try to bridge the gap between them, but things get in the way, Conner is introduced to the League, and later, Jonathan confesses. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
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Previously:
ACT I: Redemption
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)( Chapter 4)( Chapter 5)
( Chapter 6)( Chapter 7)( Chapter 8)( Chapter 9)
ACT II: Seven Days
( Chapter 10)( Chapter 11)( Chapter 12)( Chapter 13)( Chapter 14)
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Chapter 15: Right Here All Along
High over Metropolis, the next morning:
Clark was in good spirits as he surveyed his beloved Metropolis. A little while ago, he had drifted by the Daily Planet and his roses that he had given to Lois were on her desk in a vase. He smiled remembering their talk. It was a good day to be alive.
Shortly thereafter, he landed not far from the hospital ready for his Father to come home to complete his recuperation. His Mom was clearly ready for her husband to come home.
Conner was there helping Jonathan into the truck, and then they looked to the left and there was Clark also ready to help.
"That's it, Mr. Kent," Conner said as he continued to help him. He had visited them the evening before hoping to get to know them. After speaking with them for over an hour, he felt confident about staying with them. They seemed nice, and he felt sure they would get along fine. They were firm with him then Martha said. "As long as you remember that you have a lot to learn about family, trust, faith and honesty, then you can stay with us." Their honest and straightforward words rang true in his mind.
"It looks like you have everything under control," Clark said. "Thanks, Conner."
Conner was a bit surprised to hear him say that. "I promised I would help out, but I hoped you wouldn't mind my being here."
"Of course not, we could use all the help we can get, especially at the farm." Once Jonathan was in the truck, Clark had a few things to say. "Mom, Dad, I took your advice and went to see Lois last night."
"What happened?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, she hasn't forgiven me, but I won't give up. I love her too much."
"We know you do, Son," Martha said, happy he made the effort.
"So you and Ms. Lane are a couple?" Conner asked.
"Yes, we're in love," Clark answered hoping they would work things out eventually.
"I'm glad to hear it, although I did hear her crying the other night. She was pretty upset."
Clark hung his head. "I know I was wrong to hurt her like that, but in time, I'm hoping she'll forgive me."
"I think she will forgive you," Conner thoughtfully said.
"I truly hope she does." He watched him for a moment. "Would you come with me Conner? I want to show you something."
"But right now? What about your parents?"
"It won't take long. Mom, Dad, we'll meet you at the house in about an hour."
"Of course, we'll see you both later," Martha said and waved good-bye as they pulled away from the curb.
Clark touched his shoulder. "Come with me," he instructed as they went behind the parking garage, changed and took off into the sky.
~o~o~
Minutes later, at Watchtower:
Clark and Conner walked into Watchtower together for the first time. Everyone just stared not knowing what to say. It was the first time they had seen their Clark in the suit, but to see him and 'little Lex' together, well it was disconcerting. They couldn't help but notice how much they did look alike.
"And who is this?" Bruce asked but then he thought about it. "Aren't you …?" He began, but Clark interrupted him.
"Yes, Bruce, everyone, this is Conner. He's a clone, part Lex, part me." He paused as he let that sink it.
Carter spoke up. "Wow, you sure have grown. How old are you?"
"Fifteen, I think," Conner responded. "But I have no idea if I'll age or what will happen to me."
"Do you mean you'll stay at that age forever?" Shiera asked, thinking that would be a shame.
"I think so," Conner sadly replied.
Clark touched his shoulder. "Conner, we don't know that for sure. I'll take you to a physician and check you out." He turned back to his friends. "I wanted you all to meet Conner because well, he'll be living with me and my parents. He has a lot to learn, but in time, and after he finishes school I want him to join us."
Everyone was silent following that statement.
Surprised but hopeful, Conner's mouth dropped open then he turned to his brother. "Are you sure about that? I mean …"
"Really, Clark, he's just a kid." Bruce was not thrilled with the idea.
"He'll learn, just give him a chance." Clark was sure of this.
"Well, he is your brother. He does have that in his favor. It couldn't hurt." Wally put in his two cents.
"I agree, let's give him a chance." Cyborg wasn't much older when he had joined the team.
"Carter, Shiera, what say you?" Clark asked the silent couple.
They both stared at Conner's hopeful and excited expression. They couldn't say no.
"You need a new name, a superhero name." Carter said, giving his approval. "What do you think Shiera?"
"I agree. Conner is not going to work, at least not around here."
Smiling, Conner turned to his brother. He was jumping up and down inside, but outside he asked, "Well, do you have a name for me?"
Clark stroked his chin. "Ummm, how does "Superboy" sound?"
"Superboy? It's awesome. Thank you, Clark," Conner didn't see anything wrong with it. Then he gave him an impulsive hug.
Clark was so startled, but inside he understood how he felt. He held him close for a moment. "Ok, ok, why don't you head back to the house? I'll be there shortly."
He turned to his new friends. "Thank you all so much. I won't let you down. I promise." Then he was gone.
"I hope you all know what you're doing." Bruce was still doubtful.
"Chill out, Bruce; he'll learn from the best, and I do mean you." Clark grinned at Bruce's look.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get to work. I wanted to update you on a few things." They walked over to the monitors.
Shiera then pulled up a surveillance camera in District 12. "The bank robbers we caught a few weeks ago, well it appears we have copycats to deal with. They've hit once before, and as you know, green-k is still an issue over there." Shiera got him up to speed. "Look at that, it's happening right now."
Clark immediately went into action.
Everyone looked up, and he was gone. "Wally?" Bruce asked, but he didn't need to say anymore.
"I'm on it."
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in a bank in District 12:
Lois was running late and the bank had just opened for business. She needed cash to purchase a hot meal for her informant. He didn't normally ask for cash, just food, and Lois felt that a few dollars in his pocket would go a long way to getting at the truth. After finding out about the green-k incident a few weeks ago, Lois was on the hunt to find out where it was coming from. She entered the bank to access the cash machine.
But no sooner had she gotten her cash when masked bank robbers entered the bank, guns drawn and ready to hurt anyone if necessary. Lois had never been an eyewitness to a robbery. She just hoped no one would be hurt.
"On the floor, don't anyone move!" One robber instructed loudly. When everyone just stood there, he shouted, "Get down NOW!"
Everyone hit the floor, including the security guard. Lois shook her head at him. She reluctantly hit the floor. Clark should be here soon, she thought. A minute went by but no Clark. She hoped he wasn't hiding out and skulking because she had rejected him last night.
No sooner had she thought that when Clark walked in, hands on hips, cape flapping around his legs. Sirens could be heard in the distance. The robbers came prepared. One of them pulled out the green-k.
Oh, no, Lois thought. She had to do something. She couldn't watch him die, not again.
One robber walked closer to Clark then held it up in front of his face. Clark gripped his gut then fell to the floor writhing in pain. Another robber was quickly gathering cash from the bank teller's drawer. The sirens were close now.
The last thing anyone wanted was a hostage situation. Lois tried to make eye contact with the security guard. He caught her look then his eyes widened, but then he nodded.
Lois quickly jumped up and ran toward the exit. The robber grabbing cash yelled for her to stop. He held up the gun and pulled the trigger. He missed her by a hair as glass shattered around her head. The other robber with green-k was also distracted by Lois. Clark reached out and grabbed his leg. He fell to the floor then the green-k went flying across the room and under a desk. The security guard jumped up and shouted for him to drop his weapon. He didn't then he shot the robber in the leg. He hit the floor as his gun went flying. The guard picked it up.
Clark jumped and restrained both robbers. Soon they were tied up with duct tape given to him by one of the bank tellers. Everything happened in seconds.
Moments later, Lois, Wally and the police walked in. Surprise and delight lit up their faces. "Well, I'll be," Wally murmured.
Lois and Clark of course only had eyes for the other. Wally caught their looks but didn't say anything. Minutes later, the police took the robbers outside, then statements were taken from Lois, Clark and all the witnesses to the crime.
A little while later, Lois and Clark were alone outside, but then they were both awkward.
"Lois, thank you," Clark said.
"For what?" Lois asked.
He shook his head at her. "For saving me."
"Clark, I just didn't want anyone to get hurt, that's all," she said not looking at him.
He touched her arm. "Lois, look at me."
She slowly turned and looked up into his face.
"I'll never forget what you did in there, so can I say thank you?" He paused. "Thank you, Lois."
She grinned. "You're welcome, Smallville."
"Smallville? Where did that come from?" He asked and smiled at the nickname.
"Humm, I don't know, but it suits you."
Suddenly, the tension came back stronger than ever. "Do you need a lift, I mean …My Dad came home from the hospital today, and I promised I would be there …. Ummm … would you like to come by and see him and maybe have a bite to eat?" He was rambling a bit.
Lois inwardly smiled. "Sure," she finally replied. He picked her up and then they took off into the sky."
He wasn't flying as fast as usual, so she watched his profile for a minute. "I know what you're thinking."
Smiling inside, he said, "I don't think so, not this time."
"You think I've forgiven you."
"Well, you did just save me, and the thought did cross my mind."
"I thought so."
He had to smile. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Lo .. is?"
She gave in. "I forgave you last night."
Clark was shocked. "You did, but …"
"I know, I know. But after you told me about your writing …"
"Oh I see." Clark was relieved but also thoughtful.
"Clark, you haven't told me anything about yourself before, well except for the scar on your arm. And after you told me about your writing, I feel as if I know you."
He pulled her closer. "Lois, I …" He looked into her eyes then down at her lips, his meaning clear then he leaned down just a little.
Lois had no resistance to him. She met him halfway, and then they kissed slowly at first and then they were kissing a bit desperately. Her hands were in his hair, stroking the softness, and then she pulled back after a minute to catch her breath. Feeling a bit embarrassed by her rash behavior, she ducked her head under his chin.
Clark's heart had slowed down a bit, he opened his eyes and Lois was staring at him with an expression he'd never seen before. "Lois, what are you thinking?"
Her eyes watered. "I was thinking about the day you died."
"Lois," he whispered. "Don't think about that."
"I can't help it. I just keep seeing you covered in blood, dead, and lost to me forever," she whimpered that last part.
He held her closer. "I'm back now, and I won't ever leave you, not ever."
"Promise?" She asked a bit desperately.
"I promise." Clark was determined to make things right, and she believed him.
Holding each other close, they drifted down behind the house then walked up the front porch, but before Clark could open the door, Lois had a few things to say.
She took his hand and squeezed. "Clark, before we go in, I wanted to say that I do forgive you, but I haven't forgotten. We took that first step to be there for each other, no matter what, but we still need to work on a few things."
"I understand, Lois. I want so much to make you happy, and I do trust you."
"That's a good first step, Clark." She paused. "Not to change the subject, but have you thought any more about what we talked about last night?"
He frowned not understanding.
"Your writing …?"
He smiled and replied, "Oh that well, I have been thinking about it."
"That's good, Clark. Ummm, would you consider showing me what you've written? I could edit it, and maybe one day, you could get a job doing what you've wanted to do for a long time."
"Lois, I don't have the time to write. I told you that."
"Clark, you have to make the time. You can't be a superhero twenty-four seven. It's not healthy, and besides, how can we get our relationship back on track if I never see you?"
He frowned as he thought about it. "You do have a point."
"Good, now you think about that while I eat. I'm starved."
~o~o~
The Kent house, lunch time:
Jonathan was in the living room on the sofa resting, while Conner was helping Martha in the kitchen. She smiled at him. So eager to learn, that Martha couldn't help but think about Clark and wonder how things could have been if they had found him in the cornfield all those years ago.
"You're doing good Conner, that's it," Martha said and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kent," he said then he helped her make sandwiches, and a fruit salad. The cookies were almost done.
"Call me, Martha."
"Yes, madam," he said and smiled in return.
Lois and Clark walked in. Clark had changed on the porch. He looked around the kitchen and dining room. "Hello, Mom, Conner, where's Dad?"
"He's in the living room resting. I insisted he lay down for a while. He was not happy about it."
Clark grinned. "I'll go talk to him."
"Hi, Conner. Hi, Martha. Are those cookies I smell?" Lois asked and greeted them warmly.
Conner was startled by her voice. "Oh, hi, Lois. How are you? Is he treating you Ok?"
"Conner, that's none of your business," Martha admonished him.
"It's Ok, Martha. Clark and I are doing Ok."
"Really?" He didn't believe her.
"Yes, really." Frowning at his concern, she walked into the kitchen. "Can I help?"
"Thanks, Lois. You can set the table honey. You know where everything is, just the casual dishes and glasses."
"Sure, I'm happy to help." As she set the table, Lois was thinking that they would need to speak to Conner about his apparent crush on her.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in the living room:
"Dad, are you awake?" Clark whispered as he sat down on the coffee table.
"I'm awake," he replied and sat up. Clark helped him by fluffing the sofa pillows behind him.
"Are you tired? Do you need anything? Should I carry you upstairs? Should I …"
"Clark, please stop, I'm fine truly. And I can walk up the stairs."
"I'm sorry. It's just when I think about what happened and how close we came to losing you, I can't think about it."
"I know." Jonathan paused. "Clark, I have you tell you something. Your Mother and I talked about it, and she felt it was pointless to say anything, but my conscious won't let me forget it."
Clark frowned. "Sounds serious."
"It is very serious." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "It was me. I was an eyewitness to you … killing someone."
Clark slowly stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Deep in thought, he turned to his Father. "Have the police contacted you? Is that why you're mentioning this now?"
"No, they haven't. I'm not even sure the case is still open. Son, they don't have any other evidence against you."
Clark frowned not liking where this was going. "How do you know that?"
"Because, if they did, they would have come to me and asked me to come back in. Son, they don't know what you look like. Only I know the truth, and I'm not saying anything to anyone."
"Even if they call you? You can't lie to them."
"Son, you were drugged and brain-washed by a lunatic. They have no proof of anything. You can't be arrested because they don't know who you are."
"It's time to eat. Lunch is on the table," Lois announced, but the looks on their faces had her worried. "What's going on? What were you two discussing when I walked in, and don't tell me nothing."
"Lois, we'll talk about it later." At her suspicious look, Clark continued. "I promise." He then helped his Father into the dining room.
Everything was awkward and quiet during lunch. Martha had a feeling she knew what went on the living room. Lois had no idea what happened, and Conner was enjoying the food, oblivious to everyone else's mood.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it,"Conner said, and jumped up and answered the door, but then he could see who was on the other side. He opened the door. "Tess!?"
"Hello Conner. I think you've grown an inch since I last saw you." When he just stood there, she asked. "May I come in?"
He didn't answer her, but opened the door wider for her. She walked in and realized that they were eating. "I'm sorry to drop in like this, but I wanted to see how Conner was doing. He hadn't called and I was worried."
Clark sighed and walked over to them. He felt sorry for her. She was all alone in the world. At least, he had a family. "How are you Tess?"
"I'm alright. I'm pulling double duty at the office. Are you sure you can't come back for a little while, just until I can hire some help over there?"
Clark glanced at Lois, but she wasn't looking at him. "I'll think about it. Have you eaten? There's plenty."
Shocked and hurt, Lois closed her eyes. Jonathan and Martha glanced at Lois then they exchanged worried glances.
"No, I can't stay, but thank you anyway." She turned to Conner. "Call me sometime. I'd like you know how you're doing."
At his silence, Clark spoke up. "Answer her Conner."
"Sure, I'll call you," he finally said.
"Thank you, Conner." She turned to go. He held the door open for her. "Good bye, Conner. Good bye, everyone."
And then she was gone.
"Please tell me you are not going to work with her?" That was Conner, shocked he would even consider going back there.
"I said I would think about it. I haven't made up my mind," Clark replied then he glanced at Lois again. She was staring at him with a look that said:
Don't even think about it.
TBC!
~o~o~
Song Inspiration: Mirrors, Justin Timberlake.
A/N: Oh dear, just when Lois and Clark were working things out. They both need to chill, but Clark does have a lot of thinking to do about Tess's offer and if he truly wants to write stories for a living. Stay tuned for more. Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews are so much love.
Author: Babette babettew54
Category: Smallville
Characters: Clark Luthor/Alt-Lois Lane, Jonathan/Martha, Perry White, Jimmy Olsen, Bruce Wayne, Tess Luthor, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Conner Kent
Rating: M
Word Count: 3,500
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, Lois and Clark try to bridge the gap between them, but things get in the way, Conner is introduced to the League, and later, Jonathan confesses. I hope you enjoy it. Please read and review. Thanks, everyone! :D
Banner by Ctbn60
Previously:
ACT I: Redemption
( Chapter 1)( Chapter 2)( Chapter 3)( Chapter 4)( Chapter 5)
( Chapter 6)( Chapter 7)( Chapter 8)( Chapter 9)
ACT II: Seven Days
( Chapter 10)( Chapter 11)( Chapter 12)( Chapter 13)( Chapter 14)
x-posted to: (AO3); (FFN)
Chapter 15: Right Here All Along
High over Metropolis, the next morning:
Clark was in good spirits as he surveyed his beloved Metropolis. A little while ago, he had drifted by the Daily Planet and his roses that he had given to Lois were on her desk in a vase. He smiled remembering their talk. It was a good day to be alive.
Shortly thereafter, he landed not far from the hospital ready for his Father to come home to complete his recuperation. His Mom was clearly ready for her husband to come home.
Conner was there helping Jonathan into the truck, and then they looked to the left and there was Clark also ready to help.
"That's it, Mr. Kent," Conner said as he continued to help him. He had visited them the evening before hoping to get to know them. After speaking with them for over an hour, he felt confident about staying with them. They seemed nice, and he felt sure they would get along fine. They were firm with him then Martha said. "As long as you remember that you have a lot to learn about family, trust, faith and honesty, then you can stay with us." Their honest and straightforward words rang true in his mind.
"It looks like you have everything under control," Clark said. "Thanks, Conner."
Conner was a bit surprised to hear him say that. "I promised I would help out, but I hoped you wouldn't mind my being here."
"Of course not, we could use all the help we can get, especially at the farm." Once Jonathan was in the truck, Clark had a few things to say. "Mom, Dad, I took your advice and went to see Lois last night."
"What happened?" Jonathan asked.
"Well, she hasn't forgiven me, but I won't give up. I love her too much."
"We know you do, Son," Martha said, happy he made the effort.
"So you and Ms. Lane are a couple?" Conner asked.
"Yes, we're in love," Clark answered hoping they would work things out eventually.
"I'm glad to hear it, although I did hear her crying the other night. She was pretty upset."
Clark hung his head. "I know I was wrong to hurt her like that, but in time, I'm hoping she'll forgive me."
"I think she will forgive you," Conner thoughtfully said.
"I truly hope she does." He watched him for a moment. "Would you come with me Conner? I want to show you something."
"But right now? What about your parents?"
"It won't take long. Mom, Dad, we'll meet you at the house in about an hour."
"Of course, we'll see you both later," Martha said and waved good-bye as they pulled away from the curb.
Clark touched his shoulder. "Come with me," he instructed as they went behind the parking garage, changed and took off into the sky.
~o~o~
Minutes later, at Watchtower:
Clark and Conner walked into Watchtower together for the first time. Everyone just stared not knowing what to say. It was the first time they had seen their Clark in the suit, but to see him and 'little Lex' together, well it was disconcerting. They couldn't help but notice how much they did look alike.
"And who is this?" Bruce asked but then he thought about it. "Aren't you …?" He began, but Clark interrupted him.
"Yes, Bruce, everyone, this is Conner. He's a clone, part Lex, part me." He paused as he let that sink it.
Carter spoke up. "Wow, you sure have grown. How old are you?"
"Fifteen, I think," Conner responded. "But I have no idea if I'll age or what will happen to me."
"Do you mean you'll stay at that age forever?" Shiera asked, thinking that would be a shame.
"I think so," Conner sadly replied.
Clark touched his shoulder. "Conner, we don't know that for sure. I'll take you to a physician and check you out." He turned back to his friends. "I wanted you all to meet Conner because well, he'll be living with me and my parents. He has a lot to learn, but in time, and after he finishes school I want him to join us."
Everyone was silent following that statement.
Surprised but hopeful, Conner's mouth dropped open then he turned to his brother. "Are you sure about that? I mean …"
"Really, Clark, he's just a kid." Bruce was not thrilled with the idea.
"He'll learn, just give him a chance." Clark was sure of this.
"Well, he is your brother. He does have that in his favor. It couldn't hurt." Wally put in his two cents.
"I agree, let's give him a chance." Cyborg wasn't much older when he had joined the team.
"Carter, Shiera, what say you?" Clark asked the silent couple.
They both stared at Conner's hopeful and excited expression. They couldn't say no.
"You need a new name, a superhero name." Carter said, giving his approval. "What do you think Shiera?"
"I agree. Conner is not going to work, at least not around here."
Smiling, Conner turned to his brother. He was jumping up and down inside, but outside he asked, "Well, do you have a name for me?"
Clark stroked his chin. "Ummm, how does "Superboy" sound?"
"Superboy? It's awesome. Thank you, Clark," Conner didn't see anything wrong with it. Then he gave him an impulsive hug.
Clark was so startled, but inside he understood how he felt. He held him close for a moment. "Ok, ok, why don't you head back to the house? I'll be there shortly."
He turned to his new friends. "Thank you all so much. I won't let you down. I promise." Then he was gone.
"I hope you all know what you're doing." Bruce was still doubtful.
"Chill out, Bruce; he'll learn from the best, and I do mean you." Clark grinned at Bruce's look.
"Yeah, yeah, let's get to work. I wanted to update you on a few things." They walked over to the monitors.
Shiera then pulled up a surveillance camera in District 12. "The bank robbers we caught a few weeks ago, well it appears we have copycats to deal with. They've hit once before, and as you know, green-k is still an issue over there." Shiera got him up to speed. "Look at that, it's happening right now."
Clark immediately went into action.
Everyone looked up, and he was gone. "Wally?" Bruce asked, but he didn't need to say anymore.
"I'm on it."
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in a bank in District 12:
Lois was running late and the bank had just opened for business. She needed cash to purchase a hot meal for her informant. He didn't normally ask for cash, just food, and Lois felt that a few dollars in his pocket would go a long way to getting at the truth. After finding out about the green-k incident a few weeks ago, Lois was on the hunt to find out where it was coming from. She entered the bank to access the cash machine.
But no sooner had she gotten her cash when masked bank robbers entered the bank, guns drawn and ready to hurt anyone if necessary. Lois had never been an eyewitness to a robbery. She just hoped no one would be hurt.
"On the floor, don't anyone move!" One robber instructed loudly. When everyone just stood there, he shouted, "Get down NOW!"
Everyone hit the floor, including the security guard. Lois shook her head at him. She reluctantly hit the floor. Clark should be here soon, she thought. A minute went by but no Clark. She hoped he wasn't hiding out and skulking because she had rejected him last night.
No sooner had she thought that when Clark walked in, hands on hips, cape flapping around his legs. Sirens could be heard in the distance. The robbers came prepared. One of them pulled out the green-k.
Oh, no, Lois thought. She had to do something. She couldn't watch him die, not again.
One robber walked closer to Clark then held it up in front of his face. Clark gripped his gut then fell to the floor writhing in pain. Another robber was quickly gathering cash from the bank teller's drawer. The sirens were close now.
The last thing anyone wanted was a hostage situation. Lois tried to make eye contact with the security guard. He caught her look then his eyes widened, but then he nodded.
Lois quickly jumped up and ran toward the exit. The robber grabbing cash yelled for her to stop. He held up the gun and pulled the trigger. He missed her by a hair as glass shattered around her head. The other robber with green-k was also distracted by Lois. Clark reached out and grabbed his leg. He fell to the floor then the green-k went flying across the room and under a desk. The security guard jumped up and shouted for him to drop his weapon. He didn't then he shot the robber in the leg. He hit the floor as his gun went flying. The guard picked it up.
Clark jumped and restrained both robbers. Soon they were tied up with duct tape given to him by one of the bank tellers. Everything happened in seconds.
Moments later, Lois, Wally and the police walked in. Surprise and delight lit up their faces. "Well, I'll be," Wally murmured.
Lois and Clark of course only had eyes for the other. Wally caught their looks but didn't say anything. Minutes later, the police took the robbers outside, then statements were taken from Lois, Clark and all the witnesses to the crime.
A little while later, Lois and Clark were alone outside, but then they were both awkward.
"Lois, thank you," Clark said.
"For what?" Lois asked.
He shook his head at her. "For saving me."
"Clark, I just didn't want anyone to get hurt, that's all," she said not looking at him.
He touched her arm. "Lois, look at me."
She slowly turned and looked up into his face.
"I'll never forget what you did in there, so can I say thank you?" He paused. "Thank you, Lois."
She grinned. "You're welcome, Smallville."
"Smallville? Where did that come from?" He asked and smiled at the nickname.
"Humm, I don't know, but it suits you."
Suddenly, the tension came back stronger than ever. "Do you need a lift, I mean …My Dad came home from the hospital today, and I promised I would be there …. Ummm … would you like to come by and see him and maybe have a bite to eat?" He was rambling a bit.
Lois inwardly smiled. "Sure," she finally replied. He picked her up and then they took off into the sky."
He wasn't flying as fast as usual, so she watched his profile for a minute. "I know what you're thinking."
Smiling inside, he said, "I don't think so, not this time."
"You think I've forgiven you."
"Well, you did just save me, and the thought did cross my mind."
"I thought so."
He had to smile. "Well?"
"Well what?"
"Lo .. is?"
She gave in. "I forgave you last night."
Clark was shocked. "You did, but …"
"I know, I know. But after you told me about your writing …"
"Oh I see." Clark was relieved but also thoughtful.
"Clark, you haven't told me anything about yourself before, well except for the scar on your arm. And after you told me about your writing, I feel as if I know you."
He pulled her closer. "Lois, I …" He looked into her eyes then down at her lips, his meaning clear then he leaned down just a little.
Lois had no resistance to him. She met him halfway, and then they kissed slowly at first and then they were kissing a bit desperately. Her hands were in his hair, stroking the softness, and then she pulled back after a minute to catch her breath. Feeling a bit embarrassed by her rash behavior, she ducked her head under his chin.
Clark's heart had slowed down a bit, he opened his eyes and Lois was staring at him with an expression he'd never seen before. "Lois, what are you thinking?"
Her eyes watered. "I was thinking about the day you died."
"Lois," he whispered. "Don't think about that."
"I can't help it. I just keep seeing you covered in blood, dead, and lost to me forever," she whimpered that last part.
He held her closer. "I'm back now, and I won't ever leave you, not ever."
"Promise?" She asked a bit desperately.
"I promise." Clark was determined to make things right, and she believed him.
Holding each other close, they drifted down behind the house then walked up the front porch, but before Clark could open the door, Lois had a few things to say.
She took his hand and squeezed. "Clark, before we go in, I wanted to say that I do forgive you, but I haven't forgotten. We took that first step to be there for each other, no matter what, but we still need to work on a few things."
"I understand, Lois. I want so much to make you happy, and I do trust you."
"That's a good first step, Clark." She paused. "Not to change the subject, but have you thought any more about what we talked about last night?"
He frowned not understanding.
"Your writing …?"
He smiled and replied, "Oh that well, I have been thinking about it."
"That's good, Clark. Ummm, would you consider showing me what you've written? I could edit it, and maybe one day, you could get a job doing what you've wanted to do for a long time."
"Lois, I don't have the time to write. I told you that."
"Clark, you have to make the time. You can't be a superhero twenty-four seven. It's not healthy, and besides, how can we get our relationship back on track if I never see you?"
He frowned as he thought about it. "You do have a point."
"Good, now you think about that while I eat. I'm starved."
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The Kent house, lunch time:
Jonathan was in the living room on the sofa resting, while Conner was helping Martha in the kitchen. She smiled at him. So eager to learn, that Martha couldn't help but think about Clark and wonder how things could have been if they had found him in the cornfield all those years ago.
"You're doing good Conner, that's it," Martha said and smiled at him.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kent," he said then he helped her make sandwiches, and a fruit salad. The cookies were almost done.
"Call me, Martha."
"Yes, madam," he said and smiled in return.
Lois and Clark walked in. Clark had changed on the porch. He looked around the kitchen and dining room. "Hello, Mom, Conner, where's Dad?"
"He's in the living room resting. I insisted he lay down for a while. He was not happy about it."
Clark grinned. "I'll go talk to him."
"Hi, Conner. Hi, Martha. Are those cookies I smell?" Lois asked and greeted them warmly.
Conner was startled by her voice. "Oh, hi, Lois. How are you? Is he treating you Ok?"
"Conner, that's none of your business," Martha admonished him.
"It's Ok, Martha. Clark and I are doing Ok."
"Really?" He didn't believe her.
"Yes, really." Frowning at his concern, she walked into the kitchen. "Can I help?"
"Thanks, Lois. You can set the table honey. You know where everything is, just the casual dishes and glasses."
"Sure, I'm happy to help." As she set the table, Lois was thinking that they would need to speak to Conner about his apparent crush on her.
~o~o~
Meanwhile, in the living room:
"Dad, are you awake?" Clark whispered as he sat down on the coffee table.
"I'm awake," he replied and sat up. Clark helped him by fluffing the sofa pillows behind him.
"Are you tired? Do you need anything? Should I carry you upstairs? Should I …"
"Clark, please stop, I'm fine truly. And I can walk up the stairs."
"I'm sorry. It's just when I think about what happened and how close we came to losing you, I can't think about it."
"I know." Jonathan paused. "Clark, I have you tell you something. Your Mother and I talked about it, and she felt it was pointless to say anything, but my conscious won't let me forget it."
Clark frowned. "Sounds serious."
"It is very serious." Taking a deep breath, he continued. "It was me. I was an eyewitness to you … killing someone."
Clark slowly stood up and walked over to the fireplace. Deep in thought, he turned to his Father. "Have the police contacted you? Is that why you're mentioning this now?"
"No, they haven't. I'm not even sure the case is still open. Son, they don't have any other evidence against you."
Clark frowned not liking where this was going. "How do you know that?"
"Because, if they did, they would have come to me and asked me to come back in. Son, they don't know what you look like. Only I know the truth, and I'm not saying anything to anyone."
"Even if they call you? You can't lie to them."
"Son, you were drugged and brain-washed by a lunatic. They have no proof of anything. You can't be arrested because they don't know who you are."
"It's time to eat. Lunch is on the table," Lois announced, but the looks on their faces had her worried. "What's going on? What were you two discussing when I walked in, and don't tell me nothing."
"Lois, we'll talk about it later." At her suspicious look, Clark continued. "I promise." He then helped his Father into the dining room.
Everything was awkward and quiet during lunch. Martha had a feeling she knew what went on the living room. Lois had no idea what happened, and Conner was enjoying the food, oblivious to everyone else's mood.
Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it,"Conner said, and jumped up and answered the door, but then he could see who was on the other side. He opened the door. "Tess!?"
"Hello Conner. I think you've grown an inch since I last saw you." When he just stood there, she asked. "May I come in?"
He didn't answer her, but opened the door wider for her. She walked in and realized that they were eating. "I'm sorry to drop in like this, but I wanted to see how Conner was doing. He hadn't called and I was worried."
Clark sighed and walked over to them. He felt sorry for her. She was all alone in the world. At least, he had a family. "How are you Tess?"
"I'm alright. I'm pulling double duty at the office. Are you sure you can't come back for a little while, just until I can hire some help over there?"
Clark glanced at Lois, but she wasn't looking at him. "I'll think about it. Have you eaten? There's plenty."
Shocked and hurt, Lois closed her eyes. Jonathan and Martha glanced at Lois then they exchanged worried glances.
"No, I can't stay, but thank you anyway." She turned to Conner. "Call me sometime. I'd like you know how you're doing."
At his silence, Clark spoke up. "Answer her Conner."
"Sure, I'll call you," he finally said.
"Thank you, Conner." She turned to go. He held the door open for her. "Good bye, Conner. Good bye, everyone."
And then she was gone.
"Please tell me you are not going to work with her?" That was Conner, shocked he would even consider going back there.
"I said I would think about it. I haven't made up my mind," Clark replied then he glanced at Lois again. She was staring at him with a look that said:
Don't even think about it.
TBC!
~o~o~
Song Inspiration: Mirrors, Justin Timberlake.
A/N: Oh dear, just when Lois and Clark were working things out. They both need to chill, but Clark does have a lot of thinking to do about Tess's offer and if he truly wants to write stories for a living. Stay tuned for more. Thanks for reading, everyone. Reviews are so much love.