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Kryptonian Consort 21/?

Kryptonian Consort
Genre: Drama, romance, old school Clois, AU
Rating: NC17 (overall)
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Kal-El/Lois
Spoilers: Season Four on
Feedback: Would make my day
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, or the scripts which are used liberally here, but if I did, oh boy would I have some fun!

Summary: Clark returns from the matrix where he has spent his summer only to meet the girl he decides is his destiny. And nobody better get in his way. 

a/n: Banner once again designed by the lovely and talented miss [info]ctbn60 
 
Previously
 


 

Chapter Twenty-One

But Lex’s response wasn’t encouraging.

“Let me get this straight. You want me to deport a Luthorcorp exchange student?” He was leaning over the pool table, practicing.

“Gambling on Crows games isn’t exactly a sanctioned extra-curricular,” Lois told him.

Lex looked at her, smirking. “You’d know all about sanctioned extra-curriculars, wouldn’t you, Lois?”

Lois folded her arms and glared at him. “Like the ones that got you kicked out of Met U?”

Clark got in between them before it could escalate. “Stop it. We’re not here so you two can bait each other.”

Lex looked at him. “You’re right. I apologise, Clark. It’s not my business. But I admit I’m surprised you care so much about some half-rate bookie. Or is there something about Mikhail you’re not telling me?”

Clark looked at his friend. Yep, he was definitely trying to dig for more information. But Clark wasn’t that stupid. Lex might be his friend, but it didn’t mean he completely trusted him.

“Lex, you sponsored him,” he reminded him.

“And we just thought you might want to do something about it,” Lois added.

Lex looked at them. “You two double-teaming it now?” he said with a sly grin. Lois rolled her eyes. Lex continued. “I’ll look into it, of course. But I’m surprised you didn’t go to the principal first, or Coach Teague. But then I can see how that could be more complicated than it sounds.”

Lois raised an eyebrow. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“Well, I can’t be the only one who’s picked up on Lana’s fondness for ex-quarterbacks. Even retired ones.”

Clark had discovered Lana had been dating Jason a couple of weeks ago, after Lana had confronted him over something Lionel had done while in his body. He had tried to explain the situation but Lana hadn’t wanted to hear it. She’d accused him of being jealous because things had never worked out between the two of them. She’d gone to France partly to get away from the problems and the stress their on-off relationship had caused.

Clark hadn’t had the heart to tell her that none of that mattered any more, since he was now with Lois. He loved Lois. But the last thing he wanted to do was hurt the girl he’d had a schoolboy crush on.

If he had to be honest with himself, he was being a coward when it came to Lana. He’d been getting the impression that Lana had been seeing someone new, but he just hadn’t known who it was. And he’d let it lie. Not bothering to tell her what was really going on between him and Lois.

“Lana has nothing to do with this,” Clark said. “I’m with Lois.”

“But she doesn’t know that, does she?” Lex pointed out.

Lois sighed as they left the castle.

“Do you think he’ll do it?” she asked Clark. “Do you think he’ll deport Mxyz Mixy ... oh, whatever. I can’t even pronounce it.”

Clark shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m sure Lex wants to help, but I ...”

“You think Backwards Boy might ‘dissuade’ him?”

Clark smiled at his consort. She had a fondness for giving nicknames to anyone and everyone. It was her way of dealing with the weirdness of Smallville. He wondered if she might be right about Mikhail. Lois was a lot like Chloe. They both had a way of seeing things from different angles.

They got back to the farm and spent the evening on the sofa, snuggling under a warm blanket, watching DVDs.

“Don’t stay up too late you two,” Jonathan said, ruffling Clark’s hair. “Don’t forget you have to drive back to the city early tomorrow morning, Lois.”

Lois smiled up at the blonde man. She was becoming very fond of the elder Kents. They reminded her a little of her parents when she’d been a kid. Sam Lane might have been gruff even then, but he was a lot softer around her mother.

She leaned against Clark, her head on his shoulder, warmed by his arm around her. He always seemed warmer than normal people.

“Comfy?” he asked.

“Mm. I never need an extra blanket when I’m with you, Smallville. You’re always so warm and toasty.”

Clark chuckled. “Relegated from teddy bear to toasty blanket.”

Lois lifted her head and looked at him. “Oh no, you’re that too, Pookie.”

He growled softly. “Remember what I said about calling me any cute names?”

She grinned. “What are you going to do about it, Pookie?”

“What am I going to do? Oh, you are so going to pay for that, Lanie,” he said, pushing her down onto her back on the sofa cushions. She giggled as he began tickling her. It eventually became a playfight, the two of them doubled up laughing hysterically.

Lois suddenly stopped laughing and looked at him. His own laughter died as she looked at him, the love clear in her expression. Lois put her arms around his neck.

“You always make me feel so good, Clark,” she said softly. “Like I can do anything, as long as we’re together. And nothing else matters. Not my Dad and his rules. Nothing.”

Clark rubbed her back, holding her close. They lay on the sofa, curled in each other’s arms.

“You want to hear something crazy?” he asked.

“Mm.”

“When I was little, I was pretty strong, even then. It used to scare my mom sometimes, with how strong I was. Not because she was afraid of me. More that she was afraid that someone would come and take me away, and turn me into a lab rat, or something. And you know, they used to look at me sometimes, as if they weren’t quite sure what to make of me. Sometimes I just felt so alone, you know? Like I was never going to be accepted for what I am.”

He sighed, blowing gently so her hair lifted in the breeze. “It’s one of the reasons why it just never worked with Lana, you know? Because I was always so afraid of telling her the truth about me. I mean, there was the whole thing with the meteor shower killing her parents ...”

Lois put a finger on his lips. “That’s not your fault, Smallville. I told you that.”

“I know,” he said, biting gently on her finger and making her laugh and pull away. “The thing is, ever since I met you, I feel like I finally found where I belong. It’s not just because it’s destiny, Lois. I can’t explain it. I just ... you accepted me. You drive me crazy sometimes, with the way you tease me, and finish my sentences, but I feel ...”

“How do you feel, Clark?” she whispered.

“I feel like ... like being together is stronger than being alone.”

“You’ll never be alone, Clark. I promise.”

He kissed her gently and pulled her close. Lois lay with her head on his chest, snuggling into him. Clark pulled up the blanket, covering them both, and closed his eyes, loving the feel of her in his arms. They both fell asleep that way.

His parents didn’t say anything when they woke them early the next morning. Clark sped through his chores and gulped down his breakfast, anxious to not miss a single moment of being with Lois, knowing that for the next week they wouldn’t be able to see each other.

He walked out to her car with her and kissed her.

“I’ll miss you,” he said.

“Me too,” she said, reluctant to let him go.

He sighed. “Now I know what Shakespeare meant when he wrote ‘parting is such sweet sorrow’.”

“Quoting Shakespeare?” Lois asked with a sardonic lift of her eyebrow. “Clark Kent, are you turning into a romantic?”

“Is that such a bad thing?” he teased back. “Or are you just a cynic.”

She growled. “You wait until Saturday’s game, Smallville.”

“What are you going to do, Lanie? Dress up in a cheerleader outfit and wave pom poms?”

She slipped a hand between them and squeezed him a little, making him gasp and shudder.

“Will that get you all hot and bothered?” she said.

“Mm, maybe that might not be such a good idea,” he said. “It is the state championship. I wouldn’t want to get distracted and lose the game.”

Lois grinned wickedly. She kissed him again and turned away from him, getting in the car.

“See you Saturday, Smallville.”

Clark watched as she drove off, chuckling. That was his Lois. And he wouldn’t change her for anything.

Practice that week was as tough as he had predicted it would be. Jason kept them working hard on drills. Clark wondered if Lana had said something to her boyfriend about the confrontation. But it didn’t seem as if Jason was being any harder on him than on any of his teammates.

Clark was practicing in the barn a couple of days later when Mikhail came in.

“Oh look, a real live American football superhero,” he sneered.

Clark realised Lois had been right. Mikhail had somehow made Lex change his mind about deporting him. Although he wondered if it wasn’t just Mikhail. Lex had taken an interest in people with meteor abilities. While Mikhail’s hadn’t been because of the meteors, it was still something that would appeal to Lex’s curiosity.

“What are you doing here?”

Mikhail smirked. “I came here to thank you for ratting me out to Lex. It wasn’t hard to figure out. I knew Chloe would squeal. Just not to him. She’s too proud. You seem to be the common denominator. You forget games are my business, so if you don’t know the players, you cannot guess the outcome.”

Despite his strong Eastern European accent, Mikhail sounded oddly flat in tone. Clark wondered why.

“I thought you’d be back in the Village of the Damned by now,” he said, smirking at the other teen.

Mikhail huffed. “I’m not cursed, Clark. I am lucky. And on Saturday at the championship game, I’m going to be very lucky.”

Clark snickered. “You think I’m going to throw the game for you?”

“If,” Mikhail interrupted. “When there is ‘if’, there are odds. And I always beat the odds. Choke.”

Suddenly, Clark felt his throat constructing. He couldn’t breathe, and his abilities were useless. He began coughing, dropping to the floor.

“For example,” Mikhail continued, “the odds in the championship are based on your playing. If you don’t go out on the field, then my profit margin takes an unfortunate turn. That is why you’re not going to tell anyone else about me, and you are going to be on that field ... unless you want to see more of your buddies in the hospital.” Clark was still struggling for breath as Mikhail got up and went down the stairs. “Breathe.”

Clark suddenly felt his throat clear and he could breathe. What the hell just happened? he asked himself. Mikhail left, having given his warning.

Clark called Lois later that night.

“Clark, he could have ... I don’t get it. How can he affect you?”

“I don’t know, Lois.” He sighed. “I don’t know what to do.”

“Well, good thing Chloe and I have been working on that. Remember the locusts?”

Clark frowned. “What about them? I mean, besides the fact they can eat crops in a single bound.”

Lois chuckled. “Yeah, there is that. But, look, Chloe found out that when locusts swarm, they emit an energy wave to avoid crashing into each other.”

“So, Mikhail’s commands operate on a similar frequency.”

“Like a radio signal.”

“Or a dog whistle,” he mused.

“And here’s the really interesting part. Once the signal’s jammed, the locusts can’t fly anymore without running into each other.”

Now that was interesting. “So all we have to do is find something to jam Mikhail’s frequency?”

“Already covered, Smallville. You just worry about the game on Saturday.”

“Lois, what are you and Chloe going to do?”

“Well, am I a general’s daughter or not?” she asked. “You just leave the details to us, Smallville.”

Fifteen minutes to game time and Clark was still watching anxiously for Chloe and Lois, wondering what they were going to do. He knew Mikhail would be in the bleachers somewhere. He bit his lip. He had no choice but to go out on that field and trust that Lois and Chloe had it all in hand.

Dad caught him as he left the locker room.

“Clark,” he said. “What are you doing?”

Clark stopped and looked at him. He’d told his parents what had happened in the barn. “You know what Mikhail said. He’ll hurt those guys if I don’t go out there.”

“A bunch of two hundred and fifty pound guys banging into each other on the field is one thing. But getting hit by you is like getting run over by a freight train. It’s different son.”

“I hope that doesn’t happen. I think Chloe and Lois found a way to stop Mikhail.”

“Thinking isn’t good enough son.”

Clark sighed. His father clearly still didn’t trust him. And that just pissed him off. But he tried to keep his temper.

“Dad, I know you don’t agree with me. But sometimes taking responsibility means having faith in yourself to make the hard choices.”

“And it also means being willing to accept the consequences.” He still didn’t get it.

“Every handshake, every hug, every time I’m out on that field, I make a conscious decision to fall when those guys hit me so they don’t get hurt. No matter how hard you try, you can’t understand that. That’s why it’s my decision. Not yours.”

Dad’s expression changed and Clark could see the pride on his face.

“You’re starting to sound more and more like your father,” Dad smiled. Clark smiled in return.

“I hope so, Dad.”

Clark kept only half his mind on the plays Coach Quigley had given them, still wondering where Mikhail was and what Chloe and Lois were doing.

Lois watched as her cousin hooked up the jammer to the PA system.

“I’m so glad your Dad has access to such cool toys,” Chloe smiled. “This is great Lois.”

“Yeah, just hope he doesn’t find out we commandeered it,” Lois told her.

“You stole it?” Chloe asked, staring at her cousin, wide-eyed.

“Dad would never have let me borrow it.”

Chloe shook her head. “Yeah, well hope it works.”

They would find out very shortly when Mikhail realised what was happening. Lois stood guard at the end of a corridor while Chloe continued using the jammer. She tried to stop Mikhail as he strode angrily down to the office. He pushed her aside, barking a command. But it quickly became clear that his ‘gift’ was no longer going to help.

Lois grabbed his arm before he got to Chloe.

“Out of juice?” she said.

Mikhail pulled out a knife. “Well, where I come from, we adapt to the unexpected.”

“Adapt this,” Chloe snapped, swinging a bat at him. Mikhail turned and grabbed the bat, struggling with it. Lois used her own martial arts skills to give him a sharp punch at the back of the neck and he went down.

“Call the cops,” she told Chloe.

Lois ran out to the edge of the field and looked for Clark. She spotted the number eight standing on the sideline.

“Smallville!”

Clark turned and looked at her. She grinned and held up her hand, her fingers in a ‘v’ for victory salute. “We got him,” she told him, hopping from one foot to the other. “Now go out there and win this one baby.”

Clark grinned, just as Jason came up to him, telling him what play to use. Lois watched as the seconds ticked. Clark threw the pass and his teammate scored.

“Yeah,” Lois screamed. “Touchdown.”

Hours later, after the victory party, Lois and Clark returned to the house, still laughing happily.

“So, I guess championship quarterbacks no longer have a curfew, huh?”

Clark looked at his father. His mother was standing beside him. She gave his father a small grin and went back to boiling the kettle. Clark looked at Lois. Curfew? she mouthed with a grin and a nudge.

“We’re late. Sorry.”

“We heard Mikhail was arrested,” Dad said. “You know, when I was out on that field, my biggest worry was completing the next pass, or whether or not I was going to get sacked. We’re very proud of you. Both of you,” he said, looking at Lois. “Now go on, I’m guessing the two of you want to, uh, celebrate privately?”

Clark blushed, then grabbed Lois’ hand and pulled her with him upstairs. Lois stood leaning against the door.

“Did he just imply what I think he implied?” she asked.

Clark blushed even harder. “I think so.”

Lois jumped him, pushing him onto the bed. “You know, Smallville, you’re very cute when you blush.”

“You just think I’m cute, period!” he grinned.

“Ego much?” she laughed.

Clark didn’t answer, instead pulling her down for a kiss.

“Mm, Smallville!”


Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Feb. 28th, 2011 05:19 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter of this AWESOME series sweetie!
phoenixnz
Mar. 1st, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
Thank you hon.
oxiate
Feb. 28th, 2011 07:13 pm (UTC)
Another, great chapter. I love this story, keep up the great writing.
phoenixnz
Mar. 1st, 2011 12:59 am (UTC)
Thanks, this is one of my favourite stories. I'm glad you're enjoying it.
ctbn60
Feb. 28th, 2011 11:54 pm (UTC)
Wonderful chapter honey. You did a fantastic job again. You are such a marvel. Loved it
phoenixnz
Mar. 1st, 2011 01:00 am (UTC)
Aww, thanks Carol *blush*.
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