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Kryptonian Consort 29/?

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 ctbn60


Chapter Twenty-Nine

Clark was sitting at a table in the Talon, trying to concentrate on his homework. He had promised his parents he would finish his homework before heading out to meet Lois for their usual Friday night date, but why he had decided to sit in the Talon, with all the noise going on, he had no idea.

Two cheerleaders, Emily and Jess, came over and sat down beside him.

“Clark, what are you doing?”

“Trying to figure out some trig homework,” he said, with a grimace.

It wasn’t that trigonometry was hard for him. In fact, most maths was a piece of cake, really. But his parents had drummed it into him from a very early age that he shouldn’t stand out too much. Even if that meant getting grades that were just barely above the curve. Not that it had helped his popularity any.

Clark found it extremely limiting and very frustrating, knowing there was so much he could do and not being able to do it. But he understood his parents’ fears of him being taken away to be studied.

Blonde haired, blue eyed Jess grinned at him, her expression almost lusty. It was ironic that for three years the girls had completely ignored him. Now, suddenly, since he’d become a football star and begun dating Lois, it was almost as if the girls had discovered what they had been missing.

Emily ran a slim finger up his bare arm.

“Don’t you already, like, have a scholarship to Met U?”

“For football, yeah. But they’ll still look at my final GPA.”

Emily licked her lips. “Well, when you’re done playing with your protractor ...” she said softly. And why did Clark get so many dirty images in his head when she said that. “There’s a party over at Katie’s house.”

Jess’ eyes sparkled.

“Her parents have a hot tub,” she said suggestively.

Can I bring Lois, Clark thought. But clearly these girls weren’t interested in the fact that he had a girlfriend. Or that he was bonded with her.

“Thanks, but I really need to finish this,” he said.

The girls’ faces fell in disappointment. Clark tried to look contrite. He remembered something Paul Newman had said about his wife. “Why fool around with hamburger when you have steak at home?” That was exactly how he felt about Lois.

Once the girls left, Clark sped up his work, only pausing when he sensed someone standing near him. He looked up.


“Doing homework?” she asked.

“Yeah. I wanted to get this done before I have to meet Lois.”

“What did those two want?” Mom asked.

“They invited me to a party.”

“And you turned them down? Clark, I know you and Lois are pretty serious about each other, but don’t you think you should spend some time with your friends too?”

“I do. At school. And during the week.”

“That isn’t what I meant. You and Lois are so wrapped up in each other it’s like the rest of the world doesn’t exist.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Sweetheart, no. But let me tell you something. When your father and first got married, we spent all our time together. But after a few months we ran out of things to say to each other. What I’m saying is, you can get so caught up in that honeymoon period that you start to lose yourself. I just don’t want that to happen with you and Lois.”

“I won’t,” Clark said, getting up and kissing her on the cheek. “I have to go meet Lois. Her class is finishing in ten minutes.”

“What are you two planning for the weekend?”

“Lois wants to go to a monster truck rally tonight.” Clark rolled his eyes. “But she promised me she’d go to a Sharks game with me next week, so I suppose I can cope.”

Mom laughed. “Well, have a good time.”

Clark was waiting outside the building when Lois came out, carrying her books. He took the books from her as they walked back to her dorm.

“How was class?” he asked.

Lois just shrugged. He frowned at her.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. I don’t know.”

“You still want to go to the rally tonight?” he asked.

“Of course. Why? Don’t you want to go?”

“I promised didn’t I? And you did say you’d go to a Sharks game with me next weekend.”

“Yeah.” She still seemed a little out of sorts and he wondered what was up. Normally she greeted him with more enthusiasm than she was doing now.

“So what’s wrong?”

“I’m just ... “ She sighed. “You know how my dad is so ... well, he saw my grades so far this year.”

“And? Lois, he can’t force you to do something you don’t want to do. You’re eighteen.”

Lois snorted. “Like that matters to him. He could stop us getting married next summer.”

Clark looked at her, suddenly worried.

“He wouldn’t, would he?”

“I wouldn’t put it past him.”

Clark unlocked the door to her room and put her books down on the desk. He pulled her to the bed and made her sit in his lap.

“Honey, it doesn’t matter what your dad thinks, okay? We don’t need his permission to do anything. My parents support us and that’s enough for me.” He rubbed her back and kissed her gently, feeling the tension in her.

“We had this huge fight about it yesterday. I was just screaming down the phone at him.”

“Lo, forget about your dad. He doesn’t understand us.”

He lay down on his back on the bed, still holding her, planting kisses all over her face. She looked up at him.



“Could you just hold me?”

“I thought that was what I was doing,” he smiled.

“No, you just want sex,” she answered with a grin.

“Damn! Caught!”

Lois giggled, finally starting to relax. Clark hugged her, pulling up the rug at the end of the bed and covering them both with it.

An hour or so later, he woke with a start. Lois was still asleep beside him. He glanced at the clock. It was after six. He nudged her gently.

“Hey, wake up sleepyhead.”

Lois murmured and shifted against him, then looked up slowly, blinking.

“What time is it?”

“After six.”

“We fell asleep?”

“Yup. And we need to get up if we’re going to get dinner before the rally.”

Lois nodded and got to her feet. “I just need to change my clothes,” she said.

“Okay.” Clark sat up and watched as she went to the closet and pulled out a clean pair of jeans and a sweater in a dusky pink. She opened the door, headed to the bathroom to quickly wash up.

Two hours later, having eaten dinner at the campus diner, they headed to the truck rally.

“So is this like a demolition derby?” he asked. “But for trucks?”

Lois sent him a withering look. “You really don’t know much about monster truck rallies, do you?” she said.

“I don’t think I want to know,” he answered with a grimace.

“So why did you agree to come with me?”

“Why do you think? I just want to spend time with my consort.”

“Oh! Well, that’s okay then,” she grinned. She linked her arm with his. “You know, it is okay to like different things. And to, you know, have separate interests. I mean, I never really liked football that much.”

“But you go to the games for me.”

“Well, yeah. For the same reason you’re going to the rally with me.”

“Plus there’s no way I’d let some beefcake flirt with you,” Clark said, eyeing the guys lining up at the gate. A lot of them were looking at Lois and shooting Clark envious glances.

Lois giggled. “What would I do without my big strong Smallville to protect me,” she said in a teasing tone.

He pulled her into his arms and kissed her thoroughly, leaving her dazed a little.

“You better believe it, consort,” he whispered.

He was close to telling her to forget about the rally and go back to the dorm with him. But he’d made a promise and he was going to keep it. No matter how tempting it was to have his way with her right then and there.

Lois got right into the rally, whooping and cheering along with the crowd. She could tell that it wasn’t Clark’s thing, but the most important thing for her was that he was here with her, and that meant everything. It was just as she’d said. It was okay for them to have different interests.

“Why don’t I go get us some drinks?” Clark offered, clearly not following the action in the grounds below.

“Okay,” she said, smiling brightly.

Now this had been exactly the thing she’d needed to take her mind off the fight with her father. Her grades hadn’t been spectacular and she knew that, but what business was it of the general’s? Okay, so he was paying for her tuition, but still ... Her face clouded over as she thought of the argument she’d had with him two days earlier. The general had basically told her if she didn’t start pulling her head in and concentrating on her studies, then he would refuse to pay her tuition and withdraw his permission for her to continue to see Clark.

Like he had any say in the matter, she’d told him, but that had only angered him.

“Lo, you may be eighteen, but you will not speak to me that way.”

“You can’t make me do something I don’t want to do, boss,” she’d told him. “And I will see Clark whenever I want. You can’t force us apart.”

“I can do what I want, Lo. I am your father. And I’ll speak to his parents. They’ll agree with me.”

“No, they won’t. At least they understand.”

“You are too young for this, Lois.”

“I don’t care what you say,” she practically screamed at him. “You don’t tell me what to do anymore. I’m an adult, not a child!”

“Then start acting like one. Start taking some responsibility for yourself, Lois.”

“I’ve been responsible for myself since Mom died,” she told him. “You just never noticed.”

“I want to see those grades pick up, Lois. I’m not kidding!”

Lois looked up at the cheers from the seats below. She frowned. Where was Clark?

Scanning the crowd, she saw him talking to a girl beside the fence. The girl had a hand on his arm and was obviously flirting with him. Lois saw red. Getting up from her seat, ignoring the complaints from the people whose view she was blocking, she went down to join him.

“C’mon, why don’t you forget her and come join me and my friends?” the girl was saying in a suggestive manner.

“Why?” Clark said. “I don’t even know you.”

“But we want to get to know you. Look at you, you’re so big and cute.”

“I’m also engaged,” he told the girl. Lois smiled at that. “And my girl is smarter and one hell of a lot cuter than you and your friends.”

Now that was telling ‘em, Lois thought with a grin. She touched his elbow and he looked around, then smiled down at her.

The interloper scowled at her. “Her? She’s not even ...”

“I wouldn’t finish that if I were you,” Lois said, feeling Clark tense up. “You don’t want to make him mad.”

“Yeah, I tend to get that way when someone says something insulting to a person I care about,” he sniffed, then stood over the girl as if to intimidate her. The girl dashed off, looking upset. Lois figured it was about time they left.

“Honey, let’s get out of here,” she said.

“Don’t you want to wait until the end?”

She shrugged. “Nah, I can think of much better ways to occupy our time.” And with that she planted a deep kiss on his mouth, thrusting her tongue in between his lips. Their tongues tangled for a few moments, then Clark pulled away and looked down at her.

“Let’s go,” he said, taking her hand. Lois grinned and nodded.

Back at the dorm, Lois put her arms around him, letting herself get lost in his kisses. Clark’s hands were on her waist, supporting her, pulling her in closer as he explored her mouth with his tongue. She could feel the bond between them holding them tighter.

Clark slowly slid her jacket off, letting it drop to the floor as she released him. Then his hands were pulling her top from where it had been tucked into the waistband of her jeans and she felt the warmth of his hands on her skin. She whimpered as his touch threatened to set off a blaze inside her.

They sank to the bed, still kissing. Almost as if to tear themselves apart would be too difficult. Clark’s hands became rougher in their strokes on her bare skin, but Lois loved all of it. She loved the way he could be so aggressive at times, taking what he wanted, but never going beyond the limits of what she could take. Never hurting her.

She pulled away long enough to take off her top, then sit astride his lap, kissing him again, while grinding down on him, feeling the hardness of his erection beneath her. It was Clark’s turn to whimper, even as his hand felt for the hooks on her bra. She paused in kissing him, long enough for him to remove the bra, then linked her hands behind his neck as his mouth latched on to her breast, worrying at the nipple.

“Oh god, yes,” she said, arching her back, bringing herself closer to him. She threw her head back as Clark buried his head in her breasts, suckling on her nipple. The sensation sent shockwaves all the way through her body and she felt herself growing wet.

She pulled at his shirt buttons, ripping one of them off in her haste to get the shirt off. He was wearing a t-shirt underneath. She moaned in frustration, desperate to get close to him, to feel his skin on hers.

Clark paused, looking up at her.

“Easy baby, we’ve got all night.”

“Clark ...” she said, trying to convey everything she wanted through her gaze. He just grinned and let her lift the t-shirt over his head. Meanwhile, he was undoing the snap on her jeans, his hand inching past the elastic of her panties to caress her bare buttock.

Lois busied herself with stroking his nipples, which had hardened with arousal. She pushed him down on his back so she could lick and suck at the nipples, her hands stroking his rock-hard abs. Charles Atlas, eat your heart out, she thought with a grin. Her finger followed the little treasure trail of dark hair from beneath his navel where it disappeared beneath his jeans.

She sat up and pulled at the belt, undoing it at the buckle, then unfastening the button of his jeans. Clark just seemed to lay there, letting her do it, looking up at her with a wicked gleam in his eye. Lois figured there was only one way to take care of that. As soon as his pants were down to his knees, she grasped his cock through his cotton boxers and squeezed, just hard enough to make him jump. He looked at her with a wounded expression.

“What was that for?” he asked petulantly.

“That’s for making me do all the work, Spaceboy.”

“But you were doing such a great job,” he said, sticking out his lower lip.

“Baby!” she told him with a grin. She straddled his waist, close enough to his pelvis to feel his cock straining against the cotton. She shoved at his chest playfully until he grabbed her wrists, trying to pull her down. They began wrestling on the bed. Then Clark rolled over as if to move on top of her, but his legs became tangled up in the jeans still at his knees and he fell off the bed.

Lois looked at him, seeing the stunned look on his face and she began to laugh. Clark huffed in annoyance and kicked off his shoes, then his jeans and boxers, and practically leapt back on the bed and on top of her.

“Are you laughing at me, Ms Lane?” he asked.

Lois kept giggling, pushing ineffectually at his shoulders as he continued to hold her down.

“Well, it was funny,” she said.

“No it wasn’t,” he growled.

Lois put her arms around his neck and pulled him down.

“Aw poor baby, want me to kiss it and make it better?”

Clark buried his lips in her neck, sucking on her skin.

“Clark, that tickles,” she cried out.

“Mm, but you smell so good,” he murmured.

She was conscious of the fact that he was now totally naked, while she still had to get her jeans off. She could feel his hard length pressing into her and she pushed at his shoulders.
He frowned down at her.

“I want you,” she told him. “Make love to me.”

He sat up, pulling her jeans and panties off. Lois looked up at him as he lay over her and kissed her. His hand slid over her arm, capturing her own hand as he rocked against her, nudging her entrance with his cock.

“Yes,” she whispered as he slowly breached her.

They slowly began to move together, matching each other’s rhythm, building in tempo until it reached the crescendo, then took them down the other side.

It was only just getting light when Lois felt the mattress dip. She opened her eyes and looked sleepily at Clark.

“Where’re you going?”

“I have to get home. Got chores to do,” he said as he reluctantly rolled away from her. She reached for him.

“Nooo, stay with me,” she said. “It’s too cold.”

He leaned over and kissed her, letting her pull him down for a moment. They lay there, not moving, for a while. Then Clark pulled away. Lois looked at him in disappointment, pouting.


“I want to stay, you know I do,” he said softly. “But I promised Dad I’d get some work done. I’ll be back later, I promise.” He got up and began to dress. She pulled the blankets up, covering up against the cold. He grinned down at her. “I love you,” he said.

It was late morning by the time he managed to get his chores done, even at super speed. His father just seemed to find more work for him to do. Not that he could really blame him. Just because it was winter, it didn’t mean work on the farm stopped. And he’d been neglecting his chores lately.

He’d almost finished mucking out the stalls when he heard the crunch of feet on the frosty ground. He looked up and was surprised to see who was standing in the doorway.


Last he’d heard, Alicia had been in Belle Reve after she’d tried to kill Lana last year. Alicia Baker had become obsessed with him, to the point where she’d seen Lana as a threat.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, trying not to sound accusing.

“If you’re thinking how did I escape from Belle Reve, I didn’t,” she said mildly. “The doctors say I’m cured.”

“You could have called,” he said.

“I wanted to see you. And no, I didn’t teleport. I borrowed my mom’s car and drove here.” She lifted her arm, showing him what looked like a lead bracelet. “It’s a little something my doctor came up with. Trace amounts of lead are released into my blood stream. It keeps me from using my powers.”

“That’s great, Alicia. But it doesn’t change what you did last year.”

She nodded slowly, her expression remorseful.

“I know. That’s why I’m here. I wanted to apologise to you, Clark. And I was wondering if you’d like to have coffee with me. Or hot chocolate, or whatever.”

“Thanks, but I have to go meet my girlfriend in the city.”

Alicia looked disappointed, but she nodded. She smiled, but the smile seemed fake.

“You have a girlfriend. That’s great. Who is she?”

Clark wanted to say it was none of her business, which it wasn’t, but he did feel a little sorry for the blonde.

“Her name’s Lois. We’re, uh, we’re getting married next summer.”

Alicia looked stunned. “Married? Aren’t you, um, kind of young for that?”

“I love her and she loves me. That’s all I need to know.”

“Well, um, congratulations.” She looked uncomfortable. “Clark, I just wanted to say that I was sorry for everything I put you through. You’re the last person I ever wanted to hurt. And you don’t have to worry. I haven’t told anyone about your secret. I promised you I wouldn’t.”

Clark felt the worst kind of person for thinking bad things about her when it appeared she was trying to make amends.

“Alicia ...”

“You know, the whole time I was in Belle Reve, just the thought that there was someone out there like me, who knew what it was like to be different ... it gave me hope. In my darkest moments, you gave me hope, Clark.” She smiled sadly. “See ya.”

Clark finished up the rest of his chores, then sped back to the city. He found Lois sprawled on her bed, working on her laptop.

“Homework?” he asked.

“Just a term paper I have to write.”

He glanced at the screen.

“Political ramifications of the Great Depression. Sounds, um, fascinating.”

Lois snorted. “Don’t get me started.”

She sat up and pulled him down for a kiss. He responded automatically, wondering if Alicia had been telling the truth. Lois felt his withdrawal and looked up at him.

“You know, you’re usually more enthusiastic when I kiss you.”

“I’m sorry, Lo, I just ... I had a visitor today and it sort of unnerved me.”


“Did I ever tell you about Alicia Baker?”

Lois shook her head.

Clark told her the story of how he and Alicia had both been in an elevator in which the cable had snapped, sending it plummeting to the ground floor. Chloe had wondered at the time what had happened to the back-up systems which would have stopped that from happening and they’d both surmised that the system had been deactivated. And given that it had happened at LuthorCorp, it wasn’t a huge stretch to think that Lionel had arranged it somehow, taking the chance that Clark would be on that elevator, or that he’d have to use his abilities to stop disaster.

Which was exactly what had happened. He’d used his abilities and so had Alicia. He’d learned that the blonde girl had been exposed to the meteors in ’89 and she was a teleporter.

The fact that they’d both exposed their secrets to each other drew them closer. And Clark liked her enough to ask her out on a date. But Alicia read more into it and Clark had learned that she had been the same way with the last guy she had dated, becoming obsessed enough to kill for what she wanted. And she’d decided what she wanted was Clark.

“Sounds like a great girl,” Lois said.

“Yeah, that’s kind of what worries me,” Clark said.

Lois pulled her laptop toward her. “Well, let’s see if we can check it out,” she said, typing on the keyboard.

“What are you doing?” he asked, looking over her shoulder.

“Investigating how Alicia could be released.”

But Lois’ hacking skills were not good enough to let her into the clinical files at Belle Reve. There was, however, one person who was.

An hour later found them at the Torch office, watching as Chloe hacked into the files. She smiled, looking almost giddy with excitement.

“Damn I’m good,” she said as the file came up on the screen. “Alicia Baker. Suffering from a histrionic personality disorder, causing emotional instability and resulting in psychotic episodes. Yeah, that’s our girl.”

Clark glanced at Lois, who shrugged. They both looked at the image of a bearded man on the screen.

“Who’s that guy?” he asked.

“Alicia’s shrink, Dr William McBride. I’ve heard of him,” she said, a note of admiration in her voice. “He graduated from Harvard in two years with more degrees than a thermometer.”

“What’s he say about Alicia?” Lois asked.

“Well, according to Dr McBride, Alicia really is cured.” She turned in her chair and looked at them both. “But I would suggest you tread carefully. Given Alicia’s history."

“We plan to,” Clark said. “Thanks Chloe.”

They decided to go to the Talon and Clark ordered hot chocolate for them both. As he sat down, he happened to glance up and saw Alicia in the doorway. But she wasn’t even looking at him. She was looking at the specials on the board.

Lois frowned at him, then turned to see what he was looking at as Alicia passed on the way to the counter.

“That’s her,” she said. “What’s she doing here?”

“From the looks of things, getting a cup of coffee,” he said. “It could all be completely innocent.”

“But her mother lives in Granville, doesn’t she? Why would she come all the way over here?”

Clark shrugged. “I don’t know. I ...” As he watched, he could see Alicia turn and stare in his direction. She looked upset. For a moment, he thought it was because of him, but then he saw she wasn’t even looking at him. She was looking at the man in the doorway. Dr McBride.

She passed the table again and went to talk to the doctor. Clark was tempted to eavesdrop, but he decided it was none of his business.

Lois had to finish her term paper, since it was due on Monday, so he left her at her dorm, promising to be back later that evening to spend the night with her and he went back to the farm to work on his own term paper, due in a couple of weeks. Lois’ argument with her dad had shaken her up a little and she had decided she better at least make an effort.

He was in the loft, reading one of his textbooks, when he heard footsteps on the stairs.

“Hi Clark.”

He blinked up at Alicia. What was she doing here?

“Look, I know after everything that happened, we could probably never be friends, but ... well, I made something in Belle Reve. I wanted you to have it.”

He looked at the object in her hands. It looked like a necklace of some kind.

“I know it’s a pretty sad way of making an apology, but I really am sorry for what I put you through.”

“Yeah, you said that,” he said.

“Will you at least accept this?” she asked, biting her bottom lip nervously.

If Clark had not felt sorry for her, he might have thought twice about accepting it. But he nodded and bent his head, letting her put it around his neck. Immediately he felt different. It wasn’t quite a burning sensation. More like a pleasant heat, a tingle through his whole body. He realised immediately what had happened. But, of course, now that he’d been exposed to red Kryptonite, he couldn’t really care.

Alicia stepped back, still biting her lip. Clark looked at her cockily.

“Now, how did you find out that little gem of information?” he asked softly, tsking at her.

“I know everything about you, Clark,” she said. “I love you.”

Clark laughed in her face. “You love me? You dose me with red Kryptonite because you love me? You don’t get it, do you Alicia? I love Lois Lane. She is my consort, the one I’m meant to be with. You ... you are nothing!”

He grabbed her, a glint in his eye and she gave a little squeal of fright. He was none too gentle.

“See ya round, Alicia.”

“Clark, wait, I ...”

But he was already gone, launching himself into the air, smirking at the way flying just came so easily. Unlike wimpy Clark Kent. No, it was Kal in charge now.

He landed just a minute later outside the dorm room that housed his consort. Clark Kent might have got to have all the fun with her, but Lois Lane was his. And he was going to make sure she knew that tonight.

He strode into the room without knocking. Lois was at her desk, typing on her computer. She turned, startled, then smiled.

“Hey. I thought you weren’t coming over until later.”

“Now why would I want to spend the afternoon studying when I could spend it with my beautiful consort?” he asked.

Lois’ smile became wider.

“As much as I would love to play hooky with you, I really need to get my term paper finished.”

He moved quickly, pulling her out of the chair and into his arms.

“Now why would you need to worry about a college degree, anyway? With my powers we can go anywhere in the world. Do anything we want. Who cares about school?”

Lois frowned. “Clark, what has gotten into you?”

“What makes you think something has?”

“Because you’re acting ... I mean, you agreed with me when we talked about this today. The last thing we want to do is piss off the general. Especially if we want to get married.”

“We’re already married!” he growled.

Lois frowned. “By Kryptonian law, maybe,” she said, her hand on his chest. “But we live on Earth.”

“Don’t try and placate me, consort. You’re mine, and it’s time the general knew that too.”

He took her hand and pulled her roughly with him to the door.

“Where are we going?”

“Where no one can stop us from being together. The Earth way.”


“Vegas, Lois.”

She tried to pull away from him. He was acting even more aggressive than usual. Almost like when he’d been Kal-El, the day she’d confronted him in the caves. The day he’d talked about ruling the world.

“Now, wait just a minute. Are you insane? First of all, it wouldn’t be legal. You’re not eighteen for another five months.”

Clark seemed to soften then. He smiled at her. Lois felt chills up and down her spine at that smile.

“Then we’ll just have to find another way,” he said. He took her hand, a little more gently this time, and she let him lead her out of the huge house.

When he launched into the air, out of sight of the dorms, she knew she was right about him. Something was affecting him and she had to find out what it was.


“Yes, my consort?”

“Where are we going?”

“To see your father.”

She frowned at him. “Why?”

“To make him understand that he cannot stop us from being together.”

She held tight as they soared above the buildings.

“But, Kal-El, whatever happened to respecting a father, like you said months ago.”

“That was before he refused to accept us.”

“No, Kal-El, this isn’t right. You know that deep down. Please. Just stop and think about this.”

It was dusk, but it was still light enough for her to see that they were nearing the base.

“Kal-El, no. I don’t want it this way. Put me down. Now!”

He looked at her and she could see something almost alien in his expression. But he did as she asked, descending and landing near the highway leading to the base.

“What is wrong, consort?”

“You, Clark. You’re wrong. There’s something going on with you and I think I know what it is. You once told me that when you’re exposed to a certain type of Kryptonite that you become different.”

“I’m still the same person, Lois. You just need to accept that.”

“Well, I won’t accept it. Clark, I love you. You know that. But if you go and confront the general, then you will just make matters worse. Please, listen to me. This isn’t you, Clark.”

“No, you’re right. It’s not me. But I’m not Clark.”

“No, you’re Kal-El,” she said. “I figured out that much. Please, wherever the Kryptonite is, get rid of it. If you love me, please, do it for me.”

She could see he was struggling. Half his mind was on going to the general and forcing him to accept the situation, the other half was in giving her what she wanted. She waited with bated breath. Please, please, she thought.

Then he nodded slowly and bent his head.

“It’s here,” he said. “The necklace.”

Lois pulled the clasp and took it off. The change was instantaneous.

“Who?” she said.


Lois scowled. “I think we need to have a talk with Alicia. What she did could have been very dangerous.”

Clark nodded, looking extremely unhappy. Lois gently caressed his cheek.

“Hey, it’s okay. At least I managed to get you to listen to me before something bad did happen.”

Clark took her at superspeed back to the dorm. They lay in each other’s arms that night, just holding each other.

“I can’t pretend it doesn’t bother me, you know?” he said. “It worries me that your dad will try and do something to split us up.”

“I know. It worries me too. But at least your parents are on our side. And if I know your mom, she’ll talk him round.”

Clark grinned. “You can tell who the boss is where mom and dad are concerned.”

“Just like you and me,” Lois said, then giggled as he jabbed her lightly in the ribs.

“You wish, consort,” he said, with a teasing growl, rolling over on top of her to kiss her. Lois purred in pleasure as she pulled him down to her.

Lois was in the barn with Clark the next day when Alicia came over. She’d made Clark call Alicia and tell her to come to the farm. Just to talk.

Lois glared at the blonde girl.

“I want to know what you were thinking, exposing him to that stuff.”

Alicia’s eyes widened as she stared at Lois.

“You know?”

Lois nodded. “Clark and I have no secrets from each other. And you’re lucky I was able to talk him down.”

“Lois,” Clark began, sighing. She looked at him and shrugged, then backed off. Clark turned to Alicia. “Why did you do it?”

“I heard about how you ... I mean, what you do when you’re exposed to the meteor rock and I thought ... It’s Dr McBride. I think he’s sort of obsessed with me. I think he let me out so he could be with me. He even had me lo-jacked,” she whispered.

“And you thought I would ... what? Hurt him for you? Maybe even kill him?”

“No! I just, I hoped you would make him leave me alone, long enough for me to ... I don’t know, run away to California or something. I figured it was the only way I’d ever be free. I didn’t know you would be like that. I swear I didn’t. If I’d known, I never would have done it.”

“Well, it’s like Lois said. You’re lucky she was able to talk some sense into me, or anything could have happened. What are you going to do about Dr McBride?”

“I don’t know,” she said tearfully.

“Why don’t you report him?” Lois asked. “I mean, if he’s stalking you, then surely it’s against their code of ethics.”

“And who would believe me?” Alicia said bitterly. “I’m just a psycho meteor freak.”

“We can help,” Clark said softly.

“Can you?” a man’s voice said.

Lois and Clark looked up to see Dr McBride standing in the doorway.

“I figured I’d find you here, Alicia,” he said. “I told you that going anywhere near the object of your obsession could jeopardise your release. Not to mention you’re risking a relapse.”

McBride looked at Clark.

“I don’t know what it is she sees in you.” He smirked. “Alicia is my greatest achievement. When she came to me, her mind was fractured and broken. I made her whole again. Now look what you’ve done to her.”

“What I’ve done?” Clark accused.

“You stalked her.”

“That’s not what happened!” Alicia insisted.

“Doesn’t matter. The police will believe whatever I tell them,” he said, pulling out a gun.

“You really think you’re going to get away with this?” Lois asked. “There are three of us against one of you.”

“I can fix that,” McBride sneered. He aimed the gun at Lois.

Clark stared as Alicia teleported, just as the gun went off, rematerialising in front of Lois. She was hit in the shoulder. McBride stared in shock at Alicia as she fell. Clark moved quickly, backhanding the psychiatrist so he fell against the wall and was knocked unconscious.

Lois stared up at Clark. “She took that bullet for me. She saved my life.”

Clark hugged her. “I know.”

It was a couple of days before Clark was allowed to see Alicia. She sat up, her arm in a sling and smiled wanly at him.

“Thank you,” he said. “You saved Lois.”

“I had to,” Alicia said simply. “You love her. And you would have exposed your secret if I hadn’t done it.”

“You could have been killed,” Clark said.

Alicia nodded.

“Clark, I’m sorry. I know I’ve said that a few times now, but the thing is ... well, when I got out, I thought we could start over. I mean, you of all people understood me, when no one else did. But I know now that coming back to Smallville was a mistake. You have Lois now. And I’m glad. She makes you happy. Probably happier than I ever could.”

“She does.” He looked at her thoughtfully. “What will you do now? When you get out of hospital, I mean?”

“Start over. And maybe, we could at least be friends, you know?”

“I’d like that,” Clark smiled.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 23rd, 2011 09:08 am (UTC)

Absolutely AWESOME new chapter of Kryptonian Consort honey!
Nov. 23rd, 2011 11:19 am (UTC)
Glad you like it hon.
Nov. 25th, 2011 02:34 am (UTC)
I always liked alicia's character. I like what you did with her honey!
Nov. 25th, 2011 02:55 am (UTC)
I've changed canon for Alicia in the next chapter. You'll find out when I've posted. But it's a good change. *g*
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