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Obsession
Genre: Sequel, drama
Characters: Lois, Clark, Chloe, Bart, Lex, Oliver, Justice League, Batman
Fandoms: Smallville, Batman Begins, Dark Knight
Spoilers: Season Eight - From Episodes Committed
Disclaimer: The characters belong to the producers of Smallville and the writers of DC Comics etc, etc, etc
Feedback: Please, or evil Lex will be knocking on my door

Summary: A sequel to On Impulse where Lex has somehow managed to dodge the criminal conviction and now has his sights set on not only Chloe, who has some amazing new abilities, but also Clark. And now the gang has something else to worry about - Doomsday!

The prequel is hiding behind here trembling at Lex's evil power.

Chapter Twenty-Three is here hanging out at Ollie's loft.


Chapter Twenty-Four


Kara, meanwhile, had decided to do a little snooping of her own. She wanted to know what Lex was up to and had decided to pay a visit to the mansion. Careful to avoid the bald billionaire, she went looking for his assistant.

The older man was walking the hallways of the huge mansion when she located his skeleton. She swooped in at super-speed and grabbed him, flying up into the sky with him.

Regan smirked at her.

“Ms Kent. To what do I owe the dubious pleasure?”

“Tell me what Lex knows about the creature.”

The man stared at her, trying to look innocent.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” he said.

“Wrong answer,” she said. “Tell me or I will drop you.”

Regan stared down at the ground, at least five hundred feet below him.

“You’re bluffing,” he scoffed.

Kara smiled. “Maybe. And maybe not.”

She let him go, allowing him to freefall for a few seconds. She heard a distinctive yelp from the stocky man, but when she flew down to catch him he just stared at her as if trying to pretend that he hadn’t been badly frightened.

“Tell me again,” she said.

“You’ll have to kill me,” he said. “And I doubt your cousin would ...”

“I’m not my cousin,” she told him coolly. “And I will do whatever it takes to get what I need. So tell me again. What does Luthor know about the creature?”

Regan pursed his lips, stubbornly refusing to say a word. Kara shrugged.

“You leave me no option then,” she told him, dropping him once more.

When she caught him again, she smelled the odour of urine. The man had lost control of his bladder. She held him by his collar, letting his feet dangle in the air, looking down derisively at the wet patch on his pants.

“You didn’t have to make this so hard,” she told him.

“Bitch!”

Kara tsked. “Not nice, Regan.”

“Look, I don’t know,” he said. “Mr Luthor has been trying to find a book. A journal, I believe. It belonged to his father.”

“What else?”

“There was a man. He used to work for Lionel. Twenty years ago, or more. He said there was another child found in the vicinity of the spaceship. But it was the wrong boy. Lionel ordered him taken out and left in the street. The men who took him disappeared, only for their bodies to be found later. Eviscerated.”

Kara nodded. It was a similar story to what she’d already read in Lionel’s journal. But there was more to Lex’s plans.

“What is Lex going to do with the creature if he finds it?”

“He has men out searching for the orb. He believes it is the key to controlling the creature. He wants to use it to kill Clark.”

“What else?”

Regan looked as if he wanted to refuse. She glared at him, letting him have the full force of anger.

“Remember,” she warned him. “I could drop you and I would not be too concerned with your death.”

“A few weeks ago Lex hired someone else. Someone by the name of Schott. He ... he has a grudge against Oliver Queen.”

“What is this Schott going to do to Oliver?” she said, shaking the man.

“He’s going to kill him.”

Kara almost dropped the man in her shock. She flew down, dropping him from ten feet above the ground.

“Wait!” Regan called. “If Lex finds out I told you this, he’ll kill me.”

Kara hovered in the air and glared at him.

“Tell me why I should care.”

“Because your cousin would.”

“What do you want from me?”

“Asylum.”

Kara smirked. So the man wanted asylum? She couldn’t think of a better fate. Swooping down and grabbing him once again, she flew off.

“Hope you don’t get motion sickness,” she told him.

Regan yelped as she increased her speed. She headed in the direction of Gotham and flew toward the outskirts of the city for Wayne Manor. Regan was looking very sickly by the time she slowed down. Kara decided to take pity on him. Not much, but a little. She tapped him on the head, knocking him out.

Landing on the lawn at Wayne Manor, she carried Regan to the main door and knocked. Alfred opened the heavy door after a few minutes.

“Miss Kara?”

Kara had met the elderly butler a few weeks earlier, while helping Batman with a problem with one of the local criminal gangs. It had been fairly late by the time they had finished patrolling and Bruce had invited her to stay overnight. It had been right around the time Lois and Clark had got engaged, and Kara had wanted to give the couple their privacy, so she had accepted the invitation.

“Is Bruce at home?” she asked the older man.

“Of course, miss,” Alfred said. “Come in.”

Kara smiled at Bruce’s guardian. She really liked the old man. He was sweet, although tough as nails. Of course, he’d have to be, she thought, to keep Bruce in line. Alfred had already told her a few tales about Bruce’s childhood.

Bruce was coming down the stairs from his upstairs office and he stopped to stare at her.

“Kara? I thought I heard someone. Who’s that with you?”

“Regan Matthews. He works for Lex.”

“Why did you bring him here?”

“He told me what Lex is planning. I must get back to Metropolis and warn Oliver. There is a man wanting to kill him.”

She put Regan down on the floor and turned to go.

“Now, wait, hold on a moment,” Bruce said. “What’s this about someone trying to kill Oliver?”

Kara quickly relayed what Regan had told her to the dark knight. Bruce gestured for her to bring Regan with her down to the batcave. She followed him to the library and into the lift down into the cave.

Bruce sat down at the computer and began typing on the keyboard.

“What was this man’s name?”

“Schott. I don’t know his first name.”

“And he has a grudge against Oliver? Well, he should get in line.”

Despite the gruff way Bruce had introduced himself into their midst, Kara liked the older man. He had a strange sense of humour for a human, but he was tough and strong and he refused to compromise on his morals. It was little wonder he was seen as a champion for the city.

Kara watched as he searched the databanks for information. Schott wasn’t a common name, so there were very few hits. When he was done searching, a photograph came up on the main screen. The man in the photo was rotund, with a double chin and lank, brown hair down to his shoulders. He wore small, wire-rimmed spectacles with blue lenses.

“Hmm, looks like he worked for Queen Industries, but was fired. Bio says he graduated MIT at age eighteen and even then was known to be obsessed with mechanical devices. Says here he possesses a childlike quality. I wonder why Oliver fired him.”

“I don’t know,” Kara said, “but I bet that’s the grudge he has against Oliver.”

“Last known whereabouts was Star City. This information is clearly out of date. I’ll talk to Commissioner Gordon and have him contact Metro PD to put out a BOLO on Schott.”

“BOLO?”

“Police slang. It means ‘Be on the Lookout’. In the meantime, warn Oliver to be cautious. If Lex has hired Schott to kill Oliver, then I’m guessing Schott is coming up with some sort of plan.”

Kara sighed, glancing at the still unconscious form of Regan.

“Why would Lex want to kill Oliver?”

“Other than the fact that they hate each other?” Bruce touched a finger to his upper lip, looking thoughtful. “You said Lex wants to use this Doomsday creature to kill Clark.”

Kara nodded.

“It sounds to me like Lex is doing his level best to isolate Clark from his friends.”

“How would that help?” she asked.

“Well, on the one hand, isolating Clark means he has no one to back him up if it comes down to a fight between him and Doomsday. On the other hand, without his friends to ground him, Clark could very well be goaded into becoming the very thing Lex has always warned he could be.”

“So what does that mean for the rest of us?” Kara asked, more concerned than ever.

“I’ve heard that someone has been financing a few of the gangs here in Gotham. Which explains why things have been rather busy of late.”

“You think Lex is behind it?”

“I’m almost sure of it. I think Lex is trying to ensure that I’m kept so busy I won’t have time to deal with the problems in Metropolis.”

“He won’t stop me,” Kara said firmly.

“You may not have a choice,” Bruce said. “Lex has already captured you once. Watch your back, Kara.”

The blonde nodded. “Thank you,” she said. She glanced at Regan. “What do you want to do about him?”

“You said he asked for asylum? Then I’ll give it to him.”

Bruce’s grin was almost feral and Kara knew he had the same idea as she. Regan Matthews would most definitely not be enjoying his stay in Arkham.

***

Chloe had finally managed to persuade her friends that she was okay. Her memories were still a little fuzzy, but she had convinced them enough to let her go home to the apartment in the Talon where she had been staying lately. However, she had chosen to go to Met Gen instead.
She walked up to the nurse on reception in the main building.

“Can you tell me how to get to the hospital library?” she asked.

The brunette looked at her, smiling politely, her expression curious.

“Are you an intern?” the woman asked.

Chloe smiled back. “Med student,” she lied. “Met U.”

The nurse sighed in sympathy. “Yeah, certainly don’t miss those days. What lucky topic did you take up?”

“Memory loss, synaptic shock.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “You know, your basic brain drain. I was trying to find some information online, but it looks like most of the cutting-edge research is here at Met Gen.”

The woman nodded. “Yeah, just down the hall to the east wing. Second floor,” she said, nodding in the direction Chloe needed to go.

Chloe smiled in thanks and turned to go.

“Good luck,” the nurse called after her.

Chloe made her way to the elevator and pressed the arrow to call the lift. She heard footsteps and turned to see Davis approaching.

“Hi,” she said brightly.

He smiled back. “Hey, I, uh, was actually thinking about you.”

Chloe looked him over. He looked a wreck.

“You look exhausted. You pulling more night after night shifts?”

Davis laughed uneasily. “More like ‘Night of the Living Dead’ these days.”

“Well, careful that the zombies don’t try and eat your brain for breakfast. Save yourself. It’s a little too late for me.”

“Yeah. Hey, did you know your boyfriend was brought in last night?”

Chloe frowned, then remembered Clark talking about Bart being her boyfriend.

“Um, yeah, I was going to go see him before I left. Just had something to do here first.” She laughed. “My brain’s a little fried, I guess. Probably need a caffeine fix.”

“Well, if you are craving a latte at any time, let me know. I’ll buy.”

She smiled. “Uh ...”

He held up a hand. “You’ve been there for me a lot lately. I just want to return the favour.”

Chloe entered the lift, but as soon as she did so, strange images popped into her mind. She gasped at the pain shooting through her head, holding up a hand as if that could ward off the sudden agony. Just as suddenly, the pain was gone and she was left staring into space. Where was she and what was she doing? The last thing she could remember was talking to Davis.

***

“Thanks for coming with me, Lana,” Lois whispered as the two of them looked through the shelves at the drugstore.

“No problem,” Lana smiled. She perused the pregnancy tests on display. “My god, so many.”

“Yeah. But I wonder if any of these will work.”

Lana frowned. “Why wouldn’t they?”

“Well, you know, the whole ‘alien’ thing.”

“Yeah, he prefers Intergalactic Traveller,” Lana reminded her.

Lois rolled her eyes. “Talk about picky.”

“Does he still do that thing where he grinds his teeth when he’s upset?” Lana asked.

“Yeah, he does.”

“And he still has that habit of disappearing whenever you want to talk about something important?”

“Constant.”

The two girls groaned.

“I swear, sometimes I don’t know why I put up with it,” Lois sighed.

“Because you love him. Come on, admit it, you couldn’t imagine life without him now.”

“Yeah, you’re right. He drives me crazy, but he’s my Smallville.”

“What did you tell him about this, anyway?”

“I just told him we were going shopping. You know men and their aversion to shopping. I swear if Clark didn’t have to wear dress shirts for work, he’d be back wearing flannel in no time. Although, I have to admit, he has this red one – it’s kind of my favourite. I, uh, requisitioned it for my wardrobe.”

Lana giggled. “Bet he loves that,” she said.

“Actually, he does,” Lois giggled back. “He’s ripped practically everything else I wear in bed. One of these days I swear I’m going to make him come with me to Victoria’s Secret to pay him back for all the underwear he’s destroyed.”

“Whoa!” Lana put up a hand. “Way too much information there.”

Lois blushed. She grabbed one of the boxes of tests. Then grabbed another couple of different brands.

“These should do.”

The male clerk looked Lois up and down as she put the items on the counter. Lois just stared back at him until he turned bright red. She quickly paid for the tests and left, bursting into giggles as soon as she was outside the store. Lana joined her.

They stopped at a cafe and Lois ordered a decaf latte. Lana ordered the same.

“You know something, Lana, I’m really glad you came with me. I mean, it’s like you said, we’ve had our differences in the past, but I’m glad we can be friends.”

“Me too,” Lana smiled. “And I just want to tell you that I’m glad Clark has someone to keep him grounded.” She leaned forward. “There’s something I’ve been meaning to get off my chest. I’m sorry, for what I did to you, Lois.”

Lois frowned. “When?”

“Remember when I got some of Clark’s powers? Throwing you through a door?”

Lois had forgotten about that. But Lana hadn’t been herself then.

“All forgotten,” she said with a smile. “Besides, you weren’t yourself.”

“That’s kind of the point, Lois. And I think that’s when Clark began to fall out of love with me.”

Lois frowned at her. “What do you mean?”

“I was so obsessed with getting revenge on Lex back then. I hated him for what he’d turned me into, but the truth is, I was the instrument of my own corruption. Lex couldn’t have corrupted me if I had been strong enough in my own moral convictions. And I think that’s what put the nail in the coffin for Clark and me. But you – I mean, you’re so strong, Lois. You’ve always been true to yourself and you practice what you preach.”

“Clark says I’m sometimes too opinionated. Although he says that when he’s being sarcastic.”

“Because it’s one of the things he loves about you. That’s the thing, Lois. Ever since I’ve known you, you and Clark have pushed each other’s buttons. But I think that’s what makes it work between you.”

“Seems like you’ve given this a lot of thought.”

“I have. And it’s one of the reasons why I decided when this is all over I’m leaving Smallville, and Metropolis. I need to find out who I am. Explore my options.”

“And going to France will help?”

“That summer I spent in France was the best thing I’ve ever done. I mean, except for the whole Isabelle/possession thing. I’m over that. I came back with a different perspective. Sure, maybe meeting Jason Teague was part of that too, but I really was happy there.”

“What will you do? Go back to art school?”

“I don’t know. I mean, sometimes I think choosing art school was just a kneejerk reaction to what else was going on in my life. Especially with Clark and Chloe. I saw the brochure on the school and jumped at the chance, thinking it could offer me an escape.”

“You know, maybe you should talk to Oliver. He might have some contacts over there you could talk to. You could get a job, and it might at least give you some breathing room, you know?”

“That sounds like a great idea,” Lana smiled. “Thanks. I will. You know, I’m really glad we got a chance to have this talk.”

“Me too,” Lois smiled.

***

Lex was going through some corporate reports at his desk at Luthorcorp. The company was in pretty bad shape. His time in incarceration certainly hadn’t helped, but the money he’d spent on studying Clark and Chloe had not done him any favours either. It was all Clark’s fault, he decided. If Clark had told him the truth ...

He sighed. This was going to get him nowhere. What he needed to do right now was find out where the creature was and how to get it locked up in the facility so he could study it and work out how to control it. He still thought finding the orb was the way to do it.

Lex pressed the buzzer on the intercom.

“Yes sir?”

“Where is Regan?”

“Uh, no one’s seen him for several hours, sir.”

That didn’t sound like Regan. His assistant was usually loyal to a fault. Of course, it helped knowing that Regan, like all of his staff, feared what he would do to them if they ever turned on him.

The door to his office opened and he looked up, expecting to see his assistant. Instead, it was Eve. She was a metamorph, rather like Tina back in Smallville. Lex had found her and had her locked up in Black Creek for a while, but he’d had to abandon the facility once he’d realised Oliver and his cronies knew about it.

Eve had been posing as a nurse at Met Gen, working closely with some of the doctors there.

“Well?”

“You were right. Oliver Queen has hired Emil Hamilton to work for him.”

“And?”

“Bart Allen was brought in last night. He was attacked. Dr Hamilton says Allen believes it is this creature you’ve been searching for.”

“Have Mr Allen brought to me,” Lex said. “I don’t care how you do it.”

Eve smiled. “Of course, sir.”

***

Lois had gone to the Daily Planet after the little shopping trip with Lana, and immediately went looking for Clark in the bullpen. They might have had the day off, but Clark had wanted some time to do some research on Davis Bloome, so they’d arranged to meet at the Planet.

“Hi,” she said, putting her bag down on the desk.

Clark looked up from the computer where he’d been busily reading through some information. He smiled softly at her.

“How was the shopping trip?”

“It was fine. Didn’t see anything I liked so I didn’t buy anything.” She was glad the tests she’d bought at the drugstore were safely hidden in her bag. Clark didn’t x-ray her without asking, unless he thought something was really wrong, so she did her best to hide her worries. “What have you found out so far?”

“Davis was found wandering the streets when he was little by police and he was put into the care of social services. He bounced around from foster home to foster home until one day he was put in the care of a family named Franks. The father was a devout Catholic and he claimed Davis had ‘the devil in him’.”

“Oh my god. Poor Davis,” she said sympathetically.

Clark leaned back in his chair, looking tired.

“That could have been me, Lois. If my parents hadn’t found me, it could have been me.”

“But you don’t know that Davis is Doomsday.”

“The stories match Lionel’s journal, Lois. How could it not be?”

Lois came to stand behind him and put her arms around his neck. She kissed the top of his head.

“So what do you want to do?”

“I don’t know. I mean, right now, this is all just circumstantial. How do we prove Davis is Doomsday?”

There was a ‘whooshing’ sound and they looked up. Lois frowned at Clark’s cousin, thinking it was lucky there was no one else in the bullpen.

“Kara,” Clark admonished his cousin. “How many times do we have to tell you not to use your powers where someone could see you?”

“I’m sorry, Clark, but this is important. I can’t find Oliver.”

Lois frowned at the blonde. “Why do you need to see Oliver?”

“Because there is a man in town who wants to kill him. Someone named Schott. I went by Oliver’s apartment, but he wasn’t there.”

“Maybe he’s at Dinah’s?” Lois suggested.

Clark picked up the phone and dialled Oliver’s number.

“He’s not answering.” He looked up again at Kara. “Tell me more about this guy.”

Kara quickly related what she’d learned from Regan. Lois frowned at her.

“Wait. Lex wants to isolate Clark? How is he going to do that. Kill us all?”

“I expect he thinks Doomsday will do that,” Clark said. “Or else it will turn me into the monster he believes I am.”

“Making him feel justified in hating you.” Lois sighed. “The man is a psycho, Clark.”

“Preaching to the choir baby,” he said. He leaned forward, typing on the computer again. “Let’s see if we can hook into some surveillance.”

“Wouldn’t it be better doing this at Isis?” Lois asked. “Lana has more access.”

“You’re right. Come on, let’s go.”

Lois bit her lip. “Um, honey, can I meet you there?”

Clark frowned at her. “But the sooner we get there ...”

“I know, honey, it’s just, um, I’m not feeling up to super speed. I’ll catch a cab and I’ll only be about ten minutes behind you.”

“Okay,” he said, leaning over and kissing her, clearly knowing better than to argue with her. “We’ll see you there.”

Lois waited until he was gone, then grabbed her bag and went to the ladies’ room. She took the package from her bag and read the instructions on each box, then did as per the instructions. The wait was only supposed to be two minutes, but it felt like a lifetime as she stared at them.

A watched pot never boils, Lois.

Lois remembered Martha’s words and smiled. She adored Martha. When she and Clark had told his mother they were engaged, Lois was sure she could hear the delighted screaming all the way from Washington. Martha had always made her feel like she was part of the family and that meant more to her than the older woman would ever know.

“Come on, come on,” she whispered.

She glanced at the clock on her phone, then figured the two minutes had passed. She picked up each test. One of them had changed colour on the end, while the other two had plus signs. She dropped the tests on the counter and sighed. One could be an error, two, maybe, but three?
She would have to talk to Clark.

Lois packed up the trash and made sure the bag was well hidden in the trash bag before leaving the bathroom. She headed to the lift and pressed the button for the lobby, making her way out to the street.

“Taxi,” she yelled as a yellow cab approached.

Lois got in and gave the driver instructions to go to Isis. Once there, she ran up the stairs to the Isis office. Lana glanced at her when she came in, but continued working, checking the monitors.

“There. He’s coming out of his building,” she said.

Lois peered at the screen. She could see Oliver coming out of the main door as if he was headed to a cafe a few doors down. As she watched, she saw a shorter man approach Oliver. It looked like they were having some kind of argument.

“Uh oh,” she said.

“Can you get a reading on the guy?” Clark said, watching in horror as Oliver suddenly appeared to stumble, then fell forward.

“Don’t need to,” Kara said. “That’s Schott. I recognise him from the photograph Bruce showed me.”

Lois stared at Clark. “Why didn’t Ollie fight?” she asked as they watched Schott wrestle Oliver into a car.

“I don’t know,” Clark said, shaking his head. “Maybe Schott drugged him. Lana, can you see if you can zoom in on the licence plate of that car. We need to find out where it went."

“Sure,” Lana said, tapping in commands on the computer.

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Comments

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eternal_moonie
Jan. 21st, 2012 09:18 am (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE your use of Kara, Leanne honey.

Great new chapter!

*Big Hugs*
phoenixnz
Jan. 21st, 2012 09:29 am (UTC)
I was going to email you to tell you there was a surprise for you in this chapter, but I figured you'd still enjoy it anyway. Isn't she great?
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