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The Truth About Men and Women 30/74


Author: Phoenixnz
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romcom,Drama, movie knock-off, AU
Rating: R (for innuendo, although there may be smut later)
Pairing: Clark Luthor/Lois Lane
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, not even the AU ones, or the movie this one is based on. Some situations from the movie The Ugly Truth are borrowed for effect, but with a Smallville spin on them.
Feedback: Yesh pleash
Art: dream_infinity0

Summary: Lois Lane is a dedicated journalist. So dedicated in fact that she has trouble with relationships. She is mortified when cable show host and womaniser Clark Luthor joins the Daily Planet as a columnist and he begins teaching her the truth about male/female relationships. From his angle anyway.

Previously



Chapter Thirty


Clark hadn’t meant to sleep. He’d only meant to stay long enough to ensure that Lois was getting the rest she needed. But he woke an hour later to find Lois was still sound asleep, breathing deeply and peacefully.

Careful not to wake her, Clark got out of bed and grabbed his pants, pulling them on. He picked up his shirt and started to put that on as he left the bedroom. He went out to empty the coffee pot and he rinsed it out, refilling it with cold water and changed the filter.

He checked his phone. There were text messages from Bruce. When they’d left the hospital the night before, they’d gone back to Watchtower and Clark had told Bruce everything he knew and everything he’d learned from Lois.

Bruce was now checking with his Gotham contacts to see what he could find out about the Joker’s current whereabouts. Chloe was also searching every database she could find to come up with more properties owned by Marionette Ventures. Oliver, meanwhile, was calling in some old friends to help him patrol the city and protect the family.

Clark had also asked Oliver to have their friends look in on Jonathan and Martha Kent. Not that they were in any immediate danger, that Clark could determine, but if anyone knew of the tenuous link between Lois and the older couple, he wanted to be sure that they were safe.

The phone rang and Clark quickly picked it up, hoping it hadn’t woken Lois.

“Hello?”

“Clark? Is that you? It’s Martha.”

The very person he’d been thinking of.

“Mrs Kent,” he said.

“It’s Martha,” she confirmed. “Is Lois around?”

“She’s sleeping. She had a bad night.”

“Oh, then don’t wake her. We just wanted to make sure she was okay. We heard about what happened.”

The story had been all over the media. Even the Planet had run a story in the late night edition.

“Yeah, Lois is fine. A little banged up, but you know Lois.”

“I do,” Martha chuckled. “I don’t know Sam Lane very well, but I would say Lois gets her stubborn streak from her father. And how are you and Lena? Are you both okay?”

“I’m fine. I was a little banged up as well, but I’m okay. And Lena’s going to be all right in a day or two. She got a bit of a fright and I think it’s going to take a couple of days for her to calm down.”

“Be sure to tell your brother to bring her by and visit when she feels up to it.”

“I will. Uh, Martha, I ... look, I don’t want you to be too alarmed if you happen to notice some people hanging around.”

“Like who, Clark?”

“Some friends of mine. Actually, they’re friends of, uh, Green Arrow. I can’t explain how I know him, but I asked him to ask his friends to watch over you.”

“You think the person who attacked Lois, this Joker character, could attack Jonathan and I?”

“I hope not,” Clark said, “but I asked for my own peace of mind. You both mean a lot to Lois and after what happened yesterday ...”

“I understand, Clark. It shows that you care. Listen, take care of yourself and Lois. Don’t go doing anything that will put you both in danger. At least not until this maniac is caught.”

Clark chewed on his lip. There was no way he was going to tell Martha about the undercover investigation. No way in hell.

“I promise I will do my best,” he said.

“Give Lois our love,” she said before ringing off.

Clark was at a loose end after hanging up and he didn’t want to leave. Not when Lois was feeling so ill at ease. He spotted the bag she’d put her clothes in from the day before and picked it up, intending to put the clothes out for laundering. There was a notebook in the bag as well and he took it out.

Lois had been making notes on what she knew so far. As Clark read, he grew more and more concerned. Lois knew he was the Blur!

As he looked at the notes, and the deductions she’d made, he could see that she’d followed a very logical path. And it seemed he hadn’t hid things as well as he’d thought. Especially if it had led Lois to that conclusion.

The question was, did he call her on it? Did he admit to it? Even Lex had told him he needed to tell Lois the truth about himself. But he wasn’t sure he was ready to admit it. He wasn’t sure how she’d react. He’d never told anyone. Those that did know were either family or had found out by accident.

Just as he decided he would call Lex and talk to him about it, the bedroom door began to open. Using his superspeed, Clark put the notebook in the bag and back where he’d found it, then returned to the kitchen, just in time for Lois to emerge from the bedroom.

“Hey,” he said, looking up. “I just made some fresh coffee. Want some?”

Lois nodded. “Thanks.”

“How are you feeling?”

“Okay, I guess,” she said, scratching her head. “Um, who was on the phone?”

Clark frowned at her. “When?”

“A few minutes ago. I heard you talking.”

“Oh, that was Martha. She heard what had happened and wanted to make sure you were okay. I didn’t want to wake you.”

Lois took the cup of coffee he handed her and walked away, sipping thoughtfully.

“Um, about before,” she said. “What I said ...”

“Lois, you don’t have to say anything.”

“But, I ... Oh god, why is this so awkward?” she sighed.

Clark put his hands on her shoulders and coaxed her to look at him.

“Lois, nothing’s going to change the way I feel about you. The way we feel about each other. And as for what almost happened between us, well, that might have been a pattern in my past, but I’m not going to do that with you. When it does happen between us, it will happen because it’s right. I won’t deny that I want you. Hell, I want you so bad you’re killing me here, Lane. But sexual urges aside, it isn’t fair on either of us if we go into this without knowing what we’re getting into. Because I don’t want just another one night stand with you. I want forever. And if that’s not what you want, then I ...”

“Clark, I ... I want that too. I’m just ...”

“Lois,” he said gently. “You’re tired and you’re overwrought, which isn’t surprising after what happened yesterday. You need time to process the last couple of days.”

Lois canted her head. “How do you always know the right thing to say?”

He smiled cockily. “Years of practice.”

She rolled her eyes and punched him in the shoulder. “Cute. Not funny, but cute.”

“I should go before my mouth gets me into more trouble,” he said. “Do you want me to pick you up in the morning?”

“If it’s not out of your way or anything,” she said.

He lifted her hand and kissed it. “I would go to the ends of the earth for you, Lois Lane.”

She shoved him with a snort. “Now you’re being corny.”

He grinned and kissed her. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

As he headed to his car, he called Bruce.

“Are you still at Watchtower?” he asked.

“Yeah. Where are you?”

“Lois’ place. I’ll be there in about twenty minutes.”

Oliver had turned up by the time Clark got into Watchtower. And he had brought friends.

“Hey Stretch.”

Clark grinned. “Bart!”

An African-American man came forward. “Hey Clark.”

“I hear you have a clown problem,” a tall man with dark blonde hair said as he moved to greet Clark.

“Hey Vic, AC.”

Clark had met both Victor Stone and AC, aka Arthur Curry through Oliver, when he had been investigating 33.1. Victor had been involved in a car accident which had killed his parents and young sister. A doctor working for Lionel had used experimental bionic implants which had given Victor new life, but it had been totally unethical. Victor had often said if he’d been given a choice, he would have chosen to die.

Since Oliver had helped him, Victor, also known as Cyborg, had found a different way to deal with what had happened and he was now a valued member of the team.

AC had been caught trying to sabotage one of Lionel’s experiments in the Crater Lake in Smallville. He had the ability to breathe underwater and was a fast swimmer. For that, he’d earned the codename Aquaman, although Bart often called him Fishstick.

“What do we have?” Dinah Lance, aka Black Canary asked.

Normally the blonde would be dressed in a tight leather suit with fishnet stockings, but today she was dressed simply in jeans and leather jacket.

Bruce nodded at Chloe, who had clearly been hard at work on the computers. She brought up an image of the Joker.

“I’ve been talking to every one of my contacts in the greater Gotham area, and even a few of the city’s criminal fraternity. No one can give me a clue as to the Joker’s whereabouts.”

“What’s with this freak, anyway?” Bart asked.

“He’s a certified psychopath. The Joker has been in and out of Arkham Asylum for the last few years. Every few months he manages to escape. This time, I think he had help.” Bruce turned and looked at Clark. “Clark? Jump in any time.”

“The Joker’s working with my brother, Lucas Dunleavy. Lucas is probably just as psychotic as The Joker, except in one thing. He wants Luthorcorp for himself. But he’s not the one pulling the strings. At least, we don’t think so.”

“Who’s we?”

“I’m working with Lois Lane at the Daily Planet. This all started when she began investigating corruption in the mayor’s office. Then she stumbled on a company called Marionette Ventures. From what we’ve been able to determine so far, it’s a front for criminal activities in Metropolis.

“Anyway, yesterday Lucas and The Joker had Lois and I kidnapped. They used Kryptonite gas to knock us both out.”

“Lex’s daughter was taken along with Lois,” Oliver spoke up. “And if there’s one thing I don’t like, it’s trash like that hurting kids. Lena’s only seven.” He looked at Clark. “How’s she doing, anyway?”

“It’s going to take a little time for her to settle down.”

“Poor thing,” Chloe said sympathetically. “She must have been frightened to death.”

“It’s a good thing Lois was with her,” Clark told her. “She did a great job keeping Lena reasonably calm. Lois is like Lena’s hero right now.”

He turned back to Oliver and Bruce. “There’s one added complication. Lois has started putting the pieces together and she may have figured out I’m the Blur. I’m not sure if I should tell her the truth.”

“Well, of course you shouldn’t tell her,” Bruce said. “It’ll just put her in the firing line.”
“I don’t know, Bruce. I found out you were Batman and that’s turned out okay.”

“Your situation is a little different, Chloe,” Bruce told her.

She glowered at him, hands on her hips.

“How is it different? The fact that he and Lois are dating, whereas I’m just a bed warmer for you?”

“We are not going to have this argument again, Chloe.”

“What argument?” Clark asked.

“Bruce is a commitment phobe.”

“I am not a commitment phobe. I just feel that having a steady relationship when you’re in my kind of work ...”

“Uh, hands up those who are in a steady relationship?” Oliver asked.

Dinah, Bart and AC raised their hands. Dinah looked at Bart.

“You, shortstuff? You’re in a relationship? Who with?”

“None of your beeswax, birdie.”

“Yeah, who’d be crazy enough to go out with you, Impulse?”

“Well, I’d sure like to know who you’re dating, Fishstick. Flipper’s cousin?”

AC flipped him off. “We’re not dating,” he said. “She’s my wife. Her name is Mera. And yes, she has abilities like mine.”

“Well, mine’s a doctor,” Bart said. “Or, well, she’s going to be.”

Clark looked at Oliver, who was looking at Dinah.

“Who are you seeing?” Oliver asked curiously.

“No one you’d know,” Dinah snapped.

“Whoa,” Oliver said, raising his hands in surrender. “I was just curious.”

“I think the point here is, the only one who worries about what it will do to relationships is you, Bruce,” Chloe said.

“Chloe,” Bruce said quietly, “my feelings for you are not in question. And if I were to consider marriage, I would ask you in a heartbeat. I just don’t think it’s fair to ask for that kind of commitment from you considering the constant danger I’m in. Not to mention the danger you would be in if my enemies learned that Bruce Wayne was Batman.”

“I care about you too, you idiot. And everything in life is a risk. I could be hit by a bus tomorrow.”

“Really want that picture,” Bruce grumbled. “Chloe, I ... look, you just have to give me a little time, okay?”

“Hey, could we get back to the subject at hand, please?” Clark asked.

He really didn’t want to get into everyone else’s soap operas. They might be his friends, but there were more important things going on.

Oliver clapped him on the shoulder. “Clark, if you care about Lois, then I think you need to tell her the truth. I mean, she’s clearly already started to figure it out, and it would be better coming from you than her finding out about it.”

“Yeah, yeah, you’re right.”

“Getting back to the Joker and Lucas, what’s next in your plan of attack?”

“Lois is planning on going undercover at a Gentleman’s club, owned by Morgan Edge.”

“Uh, what?” Chloe asked.

Clark grimaced. “You know what Lois is like,” he said with a sigh of exasperation. “I couldn’t stop her if I tried.”

“Details, please,” Victor said. “I wanna know the who and where.” The others groaned.

“Oh please, you just want to go so you can check out the talent,” AC said.

Victor grinned. “I cannot lie. Besides, they’ll need back-up. And I am the only single guy here.”

“Fine. You can come in as back-up,” Clark told him. “But you’ll be there to work, not to get a lap dance.”

Victor shot him a look. “You take all the fun out of it, homes.” The others looked at him, and Victor grinned. “Yeah, I really can’t pull that off, can I?”

“Meantime, you’re all on patrol,” Bruce ordered. “Arthur, I want you patrolling down by the docks. Lucas has a sweatshop in this area where we believe they are processing meteor rock. Keep us posted on any activity.” He tossed AC a communicator.

“Bart, Dinah, remember you’re on Kent detail.”

“Who are these guys again?” Bart asked.

“Well, you’ve actually met Jonathan,” Clark told him. “You picked his pocket once. That’s when we first met.” Bart nodded.

“Oh yeah, you ripped me a new one over that. Sure. We’ll keep an eye on them.”

“Do you really think the Joker could find out about them?” Dinah asked.

“I don’t know,” Clark answered. “But I don’t want to take any chances.”

“The Joker will use anyone he can find to hit where it hurts,” Bruce said, and pain crossed his face for a moment. Clark was curious about it but he didn’t ask, knowing Bruce was an intensely private person.

“What about Lena?” Chloe asked. “What’s Lex doing?”

“Lex has already called in extra security. Not that they’ll be much help if the Joker decides to hit the house. And Lena’s going to be homeschooled until vacation starts in a couple of weeks. It’s going to be hard for her, but Lex thinks it’s for the best.”

“We’ll keep an eye on things,” Oliver promised. “I’m not letting that freak get his hands on her again. Not if I can help it.”

The others added their own vows. Clark could see from their expressions that none of them liked the idea of a child being used in this way.

Assured that his friends would be on the alert, Clark left Watchtower and headed back to Lex’s. Since his brother was now a target as well, he wasn’t going to let his family out of his sight.

“Shouldn’t you be at Lois’?” Lex asked.

They were in the kitchen. The housekeeper had left for the day and Lex was trying to reheat some pre-prepared meals she’d left for him.

“Let me do that,” Clark said, knowing how hopeless his brother was in the kitchen. “God, you’re worse than Lois when it comes to cooking. At least I know with her it’s lack of talent. You, it’s just laziness.”

“I do have a corporation to run,” Lex said.

“Ever hear of delegating, Lex? I’m sure Tess does a good job in your stead.”

He put the dish in the microwave and set it for reheat.

“You’re avoiding the question. Why aren’t you with Lois?”

“The guys are going to keep an eye on things,” Clark said. “And I don’t want to crowd her.”

“Somehow I don’t think Lois will mind.”

“Well, I do. We’re still in early days yet and I don’t want her to feel pushed into something she’s not ready for.”

Lex looked at him thoughtfully, then nodded. Clark could see that his brother was impressed with the changes Clark had been making.

“Where’s Lena?” Clark asked, changing the subject.

“Watching tv. I think The Simpsons are on.”

“That show will rot her brain.”

“It’s not that bad. And it’ll take her mind off what happened. She slept for a while but she’s still having bad dreams.”

“It’s only been one day, Lex. It’ll take time.”

“I’ve been thinking about what she said in the hospital. Maybe it is time I started dating again. Lois is right. Lena needs a woman to talk to. Someone who isn’t Mercy.”

“You know, Lena doesn’t really like Mercy.”

“Yeah, I got that impression.” He sighed. “I haven’t been with anyone since Helen. I’ve been so focused on raising Lena the last seven years, I’m not even sure I know how anymore.”

“Well, don’t rush into anything. And right now, we’ve got more important things to worry about.”

Lex turned away and began pulling cutlery out of the drawer. He set placemats on the table and laid out the cutlery.

“So does Bruce have any leads?”

“No. Not yet. That’s why the guys are out patrolling. And Chloe’s still trying to get some leads on Marionette.” The microwave beeped and Clark pulled out the dish, setting it on a wooden board and taking it to the table. “Let that sit for a minute.” He looked at Lex, who had pulled plates from the cupboard. Then he grabbed lettuce, tomatoes, cucumber, carrots and sprouts and began chopping them up for a salad.

“I’m still curious as to why they’ve been buying up property. Especially in the central city.”

“I don’t know. You control the industry, you control the city’s economy. In the old days it used to be protection rackets. Don’t forget, in the Prohibition Era, they used to smuggle in moonshine. Then they sold it through Speakeasies. This is just gang warfare for the twenty-first century.”

Lex was watching in fascination as Clark used superspeed to cut the vegetables and put them all in a salad bowl.

“I’ve always wondered how you manage to do that without turning things into mush.”

Clark shrugged. “I don’t know. It’s like time slows down for me. It feels like I’m moving at normal speed, it’s just everything else is really, really slow.” He went to the fridge and pulled out a bottle of dressing. “Go call Lena in for dinner.”

Clark slept in the room Lex always let him use when he stayed over. It was a large double room with a king size bed and a walk-in closet. The room was close enough to Lena’s that he didn’t need superhearing.

Around two, he was woken by a scream coming from his niece’s bedroom. He got up quickly, throwing on a robe and went out, but Lex had got there first. Lena was crying and it was fairly obvious she had had a nightmare.

“She okay?” he asked.

“Yeah,” Lex said as he rocked his daughter in his arms.

Clark watched, concerned, as Lex soothed Lena. But as soon as he stood up to leave the room, Lena started crying again.

“Don’t leave me alone, Daddy,” she begged. “He’ll get me. The bad man will get me.”

Lex glanced up at Clark, then patted his daughter’s back.

“Okay, sweetheart, why don’t you go hop in my bed. I’ll be right there.”

Lena got up happily and went to her father’s room. Clark sighed.

“She’s clingy. I mean, not that I blame her, but ...”

“I’m going to kill that freak with my bare hands for doing this to her,” Lex muttered.

“Yeah, get in line,” Clark said. “We’ll find him. I think once we’ve caught him, and Lucas, she’ll settle down.”

Lex nodded slowly. “Just catch him soon Clark. I hate seeing her like this.”

Clark left his brother to return to his room. But instead of going back to sleep, Clark dressed in the red jacket and black pants he used when patrolling as the Blur and took off through the sliding doors to the balcony.

He decided to head to the building where Lucas had kept him, and wasn’t surprised to find Batman there.

“A little late to be investigating, don’t you think?” he asked.

“Got nothing better to do,” Bruce returned. “Chloe tends to forget the time when she’s totally focused on an investigation.”

Clark nodded. He knew exactly what Bruce meant.

“Anything eventful on patrol?”

Bruce shook his head. “I thought you were watching Lex and Lena?”

“Lena had another nightmare.”

“She’ll have a few more of those, I’d wager. Until we catch those bastards.”

“Yeah. So, do you know what this place is?”

“It looks like a facility like the one you told me about. To study meteor mutations.”

“33.1? So Lucas was planning on studying me. I guess it’s a good thing he didn’t get my blood.”

“What makes you assume he didn’t? You were out for two hours. And since your skin is not impervious around Kryptonite ...”

Clark frowned at him, an awful feeling in the pit of his stomach. Rather like what he felt around Kryptonite.

“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?”

“I found a computer which they’d totally trashed and Chloe is analysing the hard drive as we speak. I also found a syringe in the trash outside. There was blood residue. I’m having that analysed as well.”

Clark could have smacked himself. He was a total idiot! Of course Lucas would have had time to get his blood. The question now was, why was Lucas still holding him, unless ...

“He wanted me out of the way, didn’t he? He was holding Lena to ransom.”

“And Lionel’s research was the prize. Lucas has had to start from scratch.”

“Only The Joker went off script.”

“Well, we can’t be sure of the sequence of events. But it’s a fairly safe bet Lucas will try again. If not Lena, then someone else. Who else would have known about Lionel’s research?”

“Tess! He’ll go after Tess!”

“I presume your sister has her own bodyguards?”

Clark nodded. “I thought Lex was being paranoid, now I’m not so sure.”

“Go, Clark. Get to Tess’ place. Warn her. Lucas may have been off licking his wounds after yesterday but I have no doubt he won’t be for long.”

Clark nodded, taking off into the night. Tess had an apartment not far from the Luthorcorp building on the top floor. As he landed on the balcony, he could see that something was very wrong. The lights were on and two men were on the floor. Clark broke the lock of the sliding door and went in, bending down to check the men. They’d both been shot, blood pooling, soaked into the carpet. Both dead.

There was a third man on the floor who had also been shot. Clark recognised him as the man who’d spoken to Lucas the day before in the facility.

Swallowing hard, Clark x-rayed the apartment and found a figure crawling slowly across the floor of the bedroom. He sped into the room to find Tess on the floor, bleeding from a gaping wound in her side.

“Tess!”

“Clark,” she said in a hoarse whisper. “Lucas ... Lucas was here. I tried to stop him, but I ... He wanted the files. Lionel’s research.”

“Shh,” he said, “ don’t talk.” He put his hand on the bleeding wound, trying to do anything to stop the flow, but the wound was too big. She was fading before his eyes. “I’m going to get you to the hospital.”

Tess shook her head. “It’s too late. Lionel ... had a safety deposit box. In Zurich.” She choked on a mouthful of blood. Lucas had beaten her before he’d stabbed her. “I don’t know if the files were there, but ...”

“I failed you,” Clark said. “I’m so sorry, Tess. I should have protected you.”

“You can’t be everywhere at once, Clark,” she said, struggling to get the words out. “I’m the one who failed you.”

“Don’t talk like that,” Clark answered, soothing her. Tess coughed, choking as she sucked in breaths.

“I’m sorry,” she said softly, her body going limp. She was gone.

Clark laid her gently on the floor, raging at the night.

“God damn you, Lucas. I’m going to make you pay for this if it’s the last thing I do.”

He called J’onn J’onzz and told him what had happened. J’onn promised he’d send people he could trust to investigate the scene, ensuring they would ignore the broken lock.

Not wanting to disturb Lex, he decided against calling his brother just yet. There was one more stop he wanted to make.

Oliver was on a rooftop, watching the townhouse. Clark landed beside him. Oliver looked unsurprised to see him.

“Figured you’d be by here sooner or later.”

“Just wanted to make sure she was okay.”

“See for yourself,” Oliver said, nodding. Clark x-rayed the house. Lois was curled up in bed, sleeping soundly. As he watched, a police patrol unit passed the house and a security guard walked by on foot. He turned his head in Oliver’s direction and nodded briefly.

To anyone else, it probably looked like overkill. But Clark wasn’t taking any chances. Not after what had just happened.

“Tess is dead. Lucas attacked her in her apartment. Killed the two bodyguards she had with her. They managed to get one shot off though. Killed one of Lucas’ men.”

“God, Clark. This is serious.”

“I know. Lucas doesn’t know it yet, but he’s started a war. And I’m going to finish it.”

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Comments

( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
ctbn60
Dec. 18th, 2011 02:45 am (UTC)
POOR TESS! :( I hope they kill lucas ass!
phoenixnz
Dec. 18th, 2011 03:04 am (UTC)
Unfortunately Tess isn't going to be the only victim of Lucas' machinations. But they'll get him.
ctbn60
Dec. 18th, 2011 03:07 am (UTC)
I don't like the sound of that!!!!!!!!!
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phoenixnz
May. 15th, 2012 06:38 am (UTC)
There is a bit more angst to go before this gets resolved.
eternal_moonie
Dec. 18th, 2011 04:58 pm (UTC)
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

Evil Lucas!!!
phoenixnz
Dec. 18th, 2011 06:33 pm (UTC)
Yep, guy should be strung up. He'll get what's coming to him, just not yet.
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