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The Women of Smallville 25/27

Women of Smallville
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Historical fic/book/movie adaptation, AU
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Lex/Lana, Oliver/Chloe, Lucy/Jimmy
Rating: PG13 (at most)
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville, or the characters, or even the novel this is based on. If I did, I'd be as filthy rich as Lex.
Feedback: Silly question
Cover by: ctbn60

Summary: The girls of Smallville grow up as sisters, adopted by the Kents in 1860s Kansas. Their lives become entertwined with the Luthors and their friends.


Chapter Twenty-Five – Good News

Clark stepped down into the bullpen, watching as it bustled with activity. He had just returned from yet another save and he could hear all the other reporters scrambling for some word on the Blur.

Jimmy grinned at him as he approached, then winked.

“Did you hear there was another save by the Blur?” he said.

Jimmy had been brought in on the family secret just before the wedding. They had all decided that it made no sense that Jimmy did not know the truth about Clark, so they had sat him down and explained everything. Especially why it needed to be kept secret.

Knowing he could not ethically continue to write stories about himself, Clark and Jimmy had made an agreement that Jimmy could write the articles. Jimmy, in turn, had often passed Clark information he had heard about Lionel’s business activities.

Clark was not surprised that Lionel continued to be a thorn in his side. Since Lionel had visited Lex at the farm and spoken to Clark about the Kawatche situation, he had stepped up efforts along the railroad. Now there were rumours that Lionel was using any means necessary to ensure that he controlled the businesses along the route and anyone who crossed him could end up seriously hurt. It was a good thing that, thus far, Lionel had not managed to get a firm foothold in Smallville, or it could have meant trouble for the farmers.

There was a murmur in the bullpen and Clark looked up from his desk, staring wide-eyed as his wife stopped at the top of the stairs, looking around. Her face lit up when she saw him.


The murmurs changed from curiosity to disappointment as Clark’s fellow reporters realized who she was. It was not usual for a woman to be in the bullpen, but then, Lois was no usual woman.

He got up and went to greet her, kissing her cheek. Still well aware of the societal norms that stopped him from kissing her full on the lips.

“Lois, sweetheart, what are you doing here?”

“I have the most wonderful news,” she told him.

For a moment, Clark wondered if she was going to tell him she was with child, but they had only been married a month and it was still far too soon for that.

“What is it?” he asked.

“They’re publishing my book,” she said.

Clark loved the expression of joy on her face. It had been her dream for so long and now she had everything she wanted. She was, almost, a published writer. Under her own name.

“That truly is wonderful news, Lois,” he told her sincerely. “We should celebrate.”

“I’m making us a very special dinner,” she replied, running a finger down his chest. “And maybe after dinner we can celebrate some more.”

Oh, she was brazen, he thought. And he loved it. He’d thought their first time together had been wonderful, but it had just got better and better as they had learned more about what each other liked. There had been some tender moments, some not so good moments, but most of the time their lovemaking had been incredible.

He recalled one night a week or so ago when they had been laying in bed just talking. Then he’d said something teasing and Lois had given it straight back to him. That had led them to a mock fight where Lois had grabbed a pillow and tried to beat him with it. He’d laughed at her, knowing she couldn’t possibly win, until she’d straddled him, glowering down at him. That had led to the most passionate lovemaking they’d ever had.


Clark looked up, startled to see Perry White standing before him. He’d clearly been there a while. Clark felt himself growing warm. He couldn’t believe he’d been sitting at his desk for the last few minutes daydreaming about his beautiful wife and the things they would do in bed together.

“Come up to my office,” Perry said.

Clark frowned, but followed his editor-in-chief to his office. Perry sat down, looking serious.

“I understand that pretty wife of yours was here earlier,” he said.

“Uh, yes, sir,” Clark answered. “I’m sorry about that.”

Perry waved a hand.

“Don’t apologise. I remember when she used to come in with these fantasy stories of hers. She always looked so disappointed when I turned her down. The girl has a lot of gumption. Not a bad writer, either. Have to admit, when she began submitting them as Louis Lane, I wasn’t going to look at them, but I admired her persistence. I am glad I did give her that chance. Her spelling is atrocious, but her prose just leaps off the page.”

So Perry had known all along that Lois was submitting her own stories.

“But that’s neither here nor there, Luthor. What I called you up here to tell you is, I’m promoting you. You have earned your stripes, kid. You can now consider yourself a full-fledged reporter.”

Clark walked home with a spring in his step. He stopped by a shop selling flowers and picked out a bouquet.

“For your wife?” the salesman asked.

Clark nodded. “We’re celebrating,” he said. “I just got promoted.”

“That is excellent news,” the man beamed.

Clark wanted to shout all his news from the rooftop. He was so proud of Lois for publishing her book, but he knew not many men would view it the same way. There were still some who believed women were only there to cook and clean and raise children. That was not the way on Krypton. Lara had worked alongside her husband on his many scientific ventures and he had always treated her as an equal. And Clark had vowed he would always treat Lois the same way. As his equal.

Whistling, he continued on his journey home. For once there were no cries for help and he was grateful.

When he reached their little home, he frowned at the horse tied to the hitching post. The front door opened and Bruce stepped out. He nodded.

“I was in town on business and thought I would stop by to see how you both were doing,” his friend said, eyeing the flowers.

“All is well,” Clark said politely. He liked Bruce, but his friend could have chosen a better day to visit.

Lois came out, a spot of flour on her cheek, wiping her hands on her apron.

“Clark,” she said, greeting him enthusiastically.

Clark kissed his wife, glancing at Bruce as if daring him to say something about the manner in which he chose to greet Lois.

“For you,” he said, presenting her with the bouquet.

“Oh Clark, they’re lovely,” she said. “I’ll just go and put them in water.”

Bruce looked at him as Lois turned to go in the house. He brushed flour off Clark’s lapel.

“I heard Lois’ news,” he said. “She seems very happy.”

“I’m very proud of her,” Clark told his friend. “It is her dream.”

He wasn’t about to tell Bruce his own news. That was something he wanted to share with his wife, for now.

“Have you seen the rest of the family?” Clark asked.

“I stopped by to see Lex while I was in Smallville. He and Lana send their love. And baby Alex has grown so much in the last month.”

“He has,” Clark nodded. “We were there last week, just helping Martha and Jonathan with some of the crops. What were you doing in Smallville?”

“I was looking at investing in a vineyard. And I was checking up on Lionel’s activities. Are you aware of his bullying tactics with other business owners along the railroad?”

Clark nodded again. “I heard he was trying to force them out.”

“There are rumours that he is building a new facility in Smallville which may directly affect Lex’s business.”

“The farmers will deal only with Lex,” Clark told him as Lois called them in to dinner. “Jonathan told me they like Lex’s honest approach to business. Lionel will not succeed. And if he tries, he will have me to deal with.”

“But doesn’t Lionel know you’re the Blur?” Lois asked.

“Yes, he does. It changes nothing.”

“You are being careful though, aren’t you?” Lois said as she sat down. Clark began to serve up dinner of roast mutton and fresh, steamed vegetables.

“I am,” he said.

“I have heard that Lionel’s new operation is a front for something far more sinister,” Bruce commented, after grace was said. “Remember that young girl, Tina Greer?”

Clark did remember. When he had first come to Smallville, he had learned that some of the townspeople had been changed by coming into contact with the green meteor rock. Tina’s family had moved to Smallville years after the meteor shower. The girl had been born with soft bone disease but she had fallen into a ravine at the age of eight, cutting her head on a sharp piece of meteor rock. Her brittle bones had been broken in several places from the fall but she had survived.

When Tina had been fifteen, they had learned she had the ability to change into anyone she wanted. She had been envious of Lana for her happy family and had tried everything to emulate Lana. After it had been discovered she had killed her own mother, Tina had been taken away and locked up in a mental asylum.

Clark had since learned that Tina had supposedly died.

“I thought she was dead,” he told his friend.

“Apparently not. I believe she is in Lionel’s new facility. Along with several others we believed were infected.”

“What is Lionel doing?” Clark asked.

“I think he may be experimenting on them. To find out how to use their abilities.”

Dinner was over and the conversation moved to the parlour. Clark was interested in what else Bruce had to say.

“I have been talking with Lex and Oliver,” he said. “I believe it is time we all put our heads together to stop Lionel once and for all.”

“I don’t understand,” Lois said, with a frown.

“Clark isn’t the only one interested in helping others,” Bruce said. “I have been doing so in Gotham, in my own capacity. As has Oliver.”

Clark had heard rumours of a man dressed as a bat patrolling the streets of Gotham, and someone in Star City dressed in green and seen wielding a bow and arrow. Clark had known Oliver was skilled in archery but he had never connected the two. Until now.

“You’re telling me you’re Batman and Oliver is Green Arrow? Why did you not tell me this before?” he admonished his friend.

“It wasn’t time,” Bruce said. “But I believe it is now. If I know Lionel’s plans, we will need to work together to find others with similar skills and abilities.”

“What do you think Lionel plans to do?”

“Build an army.”

Bruce left shortly after, with plans for the men to meet up to discuss the problem. Clark lay in bed that night talking it over with Lois.

“I think you should do it,” she said. “If Lionel is that much of a threat, then this is something you cannot fight alone.”

“I know. You’re right, sweetheart.”

Lois rolled over and looked at him.

“Clark, I get the feeling you were wanting to tell me something earlier. Before dinner.”

“Perry called me into his office today,” he said. “He promoted me. Now I’m a full reporter.”
Lois threw her arms around him in delight.

“Oh Clark, that’s wonderful news. I’m so happy. My book is being published and you got promoted.”

He kissed her. It had truly been the best day.

Lois sat up and looked at him, a wicked gleam in her eyes.

“I know how we can celebrate,” she said, undoing the ribbon of her nightgown.

“Really?” he said.

She nodded. “Mm-hmm. Let’s make a baby.”

Clark pulled her nightgown off, then lifted her to straddle his waist.

“You read my mind, my darling,” he said.



( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
May. 2nd, 2012 07:46 pm (UTC)

Absolutely AWESOME new chapter sweetie!
May. 3rd, 2012 06:25 am (UTC)
Thanks Jan. :)
May. 2nd, 2012 11:33 pm (UTC)
Ah I was wondering if the league would make an appearance. Great chapter honey!
May. 3rd, 2012 06:26 am (UTC)
Yep, although I never delve too deeply into it. This is a story about Clark and Lois rather than the league, so it's only ever really in the background.
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