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Kryptonian Consort 45/?

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

Previously

Chapter Forty-Five


“I can’t believe it’s almost graduation,” Clark said as he lay in bed with Lois.

She rolled over, rubbing her foot up and down his leg, tracing his nipple with a finger.

“One more day of school,” she said, blinking as the bright sunlight peeked in through the drapes. “Have you told your mom and dad yet?”

“I think they already know I’m graduating tomorrow, Lois,” he chuckled.

“Very funny, Smallville,” she said, slapping his chest. “About college.”

“No, not yet,” he said, his expression turning sober.

“And you know your dad’s going to have a fit when he finds out you enrolled at Central Kansas. He wants more for you than that.”

“I know, honey, but at least it’s not such a long commute. And it means we can go together.”

“Clark,” she said, rolling over to lie on top of him and look him in the eyes. “I don’t want to stand in the way of your future. And if a college like Miami or even Met U ...”

“Don’t even start with that,” he said. “My future is with you. It doesn’t matter where I go to college. We both know my parents can’t afford me being away from the farm.”

“That’s their decision,” she said.

Clark fought the glare that he knew was forming. He didn’t want to fight with her, especially over something as unimportant as where he went to college. Central Kansas A&M was a good compromise. It was only an hour's drive away from the farm, which meant he could still help his father run the farm. He had thought over the situation long and hard before making the decision.

“I don’t want to argue about this. I made my decision.”

“Okay, okay,” she said. She started to get up. “C’mon. You don’t want to miss your last day of school.”

Clark grumbled but followed her out to the bathroom. Looked like there would be no morning playtime today, he sighed.

He left Lois in the shower to wash her hair and went downstairs, doing up the buttons on his red plaid shirt. As he rounded the stairs, he heard his parents talking.

“He’s obviously been thinking about this for a while. You have to let him make his own decisions, Jonathan.”

Dad sighed heavily. “Well ... hey!”

Clark walked past him to go to the fridge, seeing his father had some papers in his hand. One guess as to what those were, he thought. He’d left the documents for his parents to sign the night before.

“Do you mind telling me why you have a financial aid package to Central Kansas?” Dad said.

Clark paused and looked at him. It was now or never.

“It’s where I’m going to college,” he replied finally, grabbing the juice from the fridge and a glass from the shelf.

“What happened to Met U? What happened to Ohio? What happened to Miami?”

Clark poured himself a glass of juice.

“I thought I’d stay closer to home,” he said.

“Clark,” Mom said. “I know starting all over with new friends in a new city can seem a little overwhelming, but you can’t let that hold you back. Either of you,” she added as Lois came in, her hair still wrapped in a towel.

Lois grinned as she swiped the glass of juice from the counter.

“Thanks Smallville,” she smirked.

Clark just rolled his eyes and grabbed another glass.

“Clark,” Dad said, “this is one of the most important decisions you’re going to make in your entire life.”

“You don’t think I know that?” he said quietly, glancing at Lois, who just smiled encouragingly.

“Lois?” Mom asked.

“This is Clark’s decision,” she said. “And I promised to stand by him no matter what. Even if I don’t always agree with it. Besides, I also got my acceptance.”

Clark glanced at his consort, but said nothing.

“So you two just decided this without even consulting us?” Dad snapped. Mom sent him a look, telling him to calm down.

“Don’t think I don’t know what this is about,” Dad continued. “You don’t think I can run this farm without your help.”

“Dad, that’s not ... This is just where I’m needed.”

Dad pointed outside. “Your destiny lies far beyond those cornfields out there, and I’m not about to let you turn your back on that just because of us. Now, I’ve got a farm to run.”

Clark watched as his father walked out the door and sighed, looking helplessly at his consort. She put a hand on his shoulder and shook her head.

“He’ll come around,” she said.

Mom looked at them both.

“Is that really the reason?” she asked.

Clark didn’t answer her. He didn’t really have an answer for her. He couldn’t admit that the thought of what was out there scared him. Even with his consort by his side, he wasn’t sure he was ready for whatever destiny had in store for him. The farm represented a safety net. Clark wasn’t sure he wanted to jump without that net. Not just yet.

Lois read all that in his expression and hugged him. She helped him make breakfast and saw him off on his way to school with a kiss.

“I love you,” she said.

“I love you too,” he told her. He didn’t know what he’d do without her by his side.

***

Lois ran upstairs to dry her hair and get ready for work. She returned downstairs to find her mother-in-law folding laundry.

“Lois, can you stop a minute.”

“I’m going to be late for work,” she said.

Martha pursed her lips. “Well, since I’m your boss, I think I can tolerate your tardiness. I wanted to talk to you about Clark’s decision.”

“Look, I know what you’re thinking. That he hasn’t really thought this through. But he has.”

“I take it you’re not exactly agreeing with this decision.”

“I just think Clark’s got much more in him than this farm. But maybe he’s just not ready to take that step.”

Martha nodded. “You might be right. I’m glad you’re supporting him, at least.” She paused. “I didn’t know you’d applied to Central Kansas.”

Lois shrugged. “Well, Clark and I talked about it when he got his acceptance and I just knew I couldn’t waste the opportunity.”

“I’m proud of you, Lois,” Martha smiled.

Lois felt herself blushing. While she loved her father, words of praise from her mother-in-law meant far more.

“I better get to work,” she said.

The Talon was already busy when she arrived at the coffee shop. Those students who hadn’t bothered going to class were ordering lattes by the dozen. And one of her workers hadn’t shown up for work. It was going to be a long shift, she thought.

***

Clark was late as he headed to class. Principal Reynolds was covering the English Lit class. Their normal teacher had already left on maternity leave and the principal hadn’t been able to get a substitute teacher this late in the year.

“Mr Kent, thank you for joining us,” the principal said sarcastically.

Clark leaned over to Lana’s desk. “What did I miss?” he asked.

The principal turned and glared at him. “Since you’re so talkative today, Mr Kent, perhaps you’d like to start.”

Clark blinked at him, not even understanding the question.

“Stand up,” the older man ordered. “Tell the class what your future plans are.”

Clark bit his lip, feeling awkward. He stood up in a rush, knocking over his chair amid titters from the class.

“Um,” he began, scratching the back of his neck. “Well, I’ll be going to Central Kansas in the Fall. And, um, I’m gonna marry my girlfriend, and well, I guess we’ll be staying on the farm over summer, helping out my folks. That’s pretty much it.”

“And what do you plan to study in college? Agriculture?” the principal asked.

Clark heard Franklin, the guy he’d almost snapped in two for coming on to Lois, sniggering.

“Uh, no, I’m thinking about journalism,” he said.

“Excellent. Thank you, Mr Kent. You may sit down. Franklin, your turn.”

Clark sat down with a heavy sigh of relief. Lana grinned at him.

“Teacher’s pet,” she said with a smirk.

“Shut up,” he returned, but couldn’t help chuckling. “So where are you going to college?” he asked.

“I’m not,” she said.

He raised an eyebrow at her. He knew they hadn’t been really close for a while, but he would have thought Lana would have confided in Chloe at least.

“How come?”

Lana shrugged. “Can we talk about this later?” she said, one eye on the principal.

Clark nodded as Lana was called on to talk about her future plans. He sat back, brooding a little, not even listening to the rest of the class. The bell rang and the principal dismissed them, sending them to pick up their graduation robes.

He left the classroom, following Lana as they made their way to the main corridor where a table had been set up. Clark signed for his gear and took the bag. Lana had signed for hers with another teacher. She turned and smiled at him, wearing the burgundy cap. She held the gold tassel.

“What do you think?” she grinned.

Clark shrugged. “I think it’s finally starting to hit me. It’s really over, isn’t it?” He glanced toward the main doors leading out to the front of the school. “You know, I remember walking through those doors the first day of freshman year.”

“Actually, I think you tripped,” Lana grinned.

Well, Clark thought, that had a lot to do with the necklace made of meteor rock she had worn all the time.

“I couldn’t help it,” he smiled back. “You made me nervous.”

“It was cute,” she replied. “Who knew you’d turn into this big high school football star?”

“Former football star,” he corrected. “Who’s gotten used to seeing you every morning at the lockers.” He frowned at her. “I can’t believe you’re not going to college. You’re the one who’s always dreamt of leaving this town, ever since you were a little girl.”

“I know. It’s just that, right now, I feel like I’d be making that decision because it’s what everyone expects us to do. If I go, I want to make that choice for the right reasons.”

Clark recalled Lois mentioning a conversation she’d had with Lana the week before. Lana had wondered aloud then if she should leave Smallville.

“Where would you go if you did leave? Back to France?”

She shrugged. “I don’t know. Nell suggested I move to Metropolis and stay with her and Dean, but with the new baby and everything ...”

Nell had, to everyone’s surprise, given birth to a boy six months earlier. She wasn’t old, by any means, but she was only about three or four years younger than Jonathan, who she’d dated in high school.

Lana had been thrilled to have a new cousin, although it had made her relationship with the aunt who had adopted her when her parents had been killed a little strained.

The assistant principal was calling out some names.

“Wendell Johnson, Chloe Sullivan, Haley Timmons, Dehlia Watkins ...”

Clark looked around but Chloe didn’t appear. He frowned at Lana.

“I would have thought Chloe would be the first one in line.” He went to the teacher. “Uh, I guess Chloe’s still working on the last issue of the Torch,” he told her. “Why don’t I take hers and I can give it to her in the office.”

The woman nodded. “Thanks Clark.”

Lana followed him to the Torch office.

“Chloe,” he called, hanging up the robe on the hook on the door. The office was empty.

Lana frowned at the clippings on the wall while Clark checked the desk and the layout board for any messages.

“I don’t know if Met U is ready for the Wall of Weird,” Lana mused.

“She didn’t get the Torch out today,” he said.

Lana frowned, looking at him. “Well, maybe the printers aren’t working.”

Clark shook his head. The mystery was deepening. He had a horrible feeling in his gut that something bad had happened to his friend.

“It’s not even in its final format. There’s no way Chloe would let the last day of school go by without getting in her final word.”

Lana wandered over to the desk, picking up the cup. It was still half full.

“And when was the last time Chloe pulled an all-nighter with a deadline and didn’t finish her latte?”

“Or leave without her lifeline,” Clark answered, picking up Chloe’s cellphone. It was just a question of which she was attached to more. Her coffee or her phone. He supposed to a reporter they were both equally important.

“I’m gonna go to the Talon and talk to Lois. See if she’s seen Chloe.”

Lana nodded. “Good idea. Do you want a ride?”

“No, that’s okay. I’ve got the truck. Call me if you hear of anything.”

“Sure.”

Clark waited until he was out of sight of most of the students, then ran to the Talon. It was busier than normal. Lois smiled up at him.

“Skipping class?” she said.

He grinned. “I’m on lunch break.”

Lois grinned back at her fiancé. Of course, why would he do anything like any other normal teenager in America.

“You know, the last day of school’s a ‘get out jail free’ card. Even my best employee Haley flaked on her morning shift.”

Clark frowned at the mention of the name. Lois wondered what that was all about as she leaned on the counter and flirted with him.

“You know,” she said, “I’m due for my lunch break in about twenty minutes. We could, uh ...” She sent him a sly look.

Clark grinned at her, leaning closer. “Lois Lane, you wouldn’t be suggesting getting up to something naughty in the supply room or something, would you?”

“Mayyybe,” she answered with a wink.

Clark sighed, looking reluctant.

“I’m looking for Chloe. Have you seen her?”

The last Lois had seen of her was early in the morning when Chloe had called from the school, desperate for a decent cup of coffee.

“After my two am Java run to the Torch last night, I’m guessing she’s probably crashed out somewhere. You know what she’s like when she pulls her all-nighters.”

“Yeah, except for the fact that she hasn’t published the last issue. Something’s going on.”

Lois was immediately concerned for her cousin. When Clark’s instincts kicked in and told him something was hinky she knew something was up.

“Clark?”

Clark looked around at Denise. Lois rolled her eyes as the girl thrust her yearbook at him.

“Could you sign my yearbook?”

“Sure,” he said, taking the pen she handed him and signing his photograph. Lois glanced at it. It had been one taken of him in his football jersey. Clark turned the book around and showed it to Lois. “Is this the girl who didn’t show up for work today?”

Lois looked at the photo and nodded at him. “Yep, that’s her.”

Clark frowned, handing the book back to Denise, then leaned on the counter.

“Listen, Wendell, Haley, Chloe and Dehlia didn’t pick up their graduation robes today.”

Lois frowned at him, her worry escalating. She knew of the others vaguely and Haley was usually very reliable.

“Not your most likely to ditch crowd,” she said. “Do you think something’s happened to them?”

“That’s what I’m worried about. Did anything seem weird last night when you left Chloe?”

Lois racked her brain, but nothing had seemed out of the ordinary.

“She was just swimming through a pile of photos with some photographer kid.”

Clark frowned at her. “A photographer?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“How soon can you get off work?” he asked.

“I’m sure your mom will understand,” she said. “Things have died down a little bit. I’ll get the girls to cover for me.”

“Great. I’ll wait for you in the alley.”

Lois came out five minutes later. It had been raining in the short time Clark had been inside the coffee shop and the road was slick. He grabbed her hand, pulling her into his arms.

“Hang on, okay?” he said. Lois nodded and held on as he sped to the school. He stopped just before they reached the gate and walked with his consort into the parking lot.

Lois frowned. “Isn’t that Lana’s car?” she said, staring at the black SUV. Clark realised what she was looking at. The driver’s side window was open and the seat was wet. “Why would she leave the window open if it’s been raining?”

“She wouldn’t,” Clark told her. “Come on. I need to check something.”

They dodged the kids milling about in the corridor. It seemed no one really wanted to go to class. Lois had trouble keeping up with Clark as he walked quickly through the school.

“Honey, slow down,” she pleaded. “I’m not as fast as you.”

“Sorry,” he said sheepishly, shortening his strides so she could walk alongside of him. “I’m just worried about Chloe.”

“I know you are,” she said softly. “I’m worried too.”

Clark opened the door to the dark room.

“He’s gotta be in here,” he told Lois, looking around. “It’s like his second home.”

Lois sighed. “Just like Chloe should be at the Torch. This whole ten little indians thing is starting to give me the creeps.” She was looking through the photos. “Popular guy. Cheerleaders, alternate girls, jocks ...”

Clark continued looking through some of the other photos. As soon as he’d seen the photographs in the yearbook, he’d thought of Brendan. He wasn’t just the Torch photographer, he’d also done the photographs for the school yearbook.

“Brendan knows everyone. Sort of your fast track to the front page of the Torch.”

Lois shuddered. “That’s a little Norman Bates,” she said.

Clark frowned, wondering what she was talking about, then looked up to see what she was staring at. There were cut-outs of photos from the yearbook. And several had crosses over them. Clark’s photo was also up on the board.

“That’s everyone from the ‘most likely’ list. Even Lana,” he said, pointing to her photo.

Lois looked at him. “Oh god, do you think they’re ...”

Clark knew what she was thinking. But he didn’t think Brendan would kill them.

“It seems more like a collection,” he said, going back to the drafting table. “It’s like he’s keeping them somewhere.”

There was a clear plastic sheet with what appeared to be a blueprint on it. Clark put it on the projector and switched it on.

“Lois, check this out.”

Lois put up a hand to shield her eyes from the sudden bright light.

“Thanks Smallville,” she said sarcastically. She moved out of the light to stand beside him.
Clark studied the image on the board. It was like the photo cut-outs had been set to some sort of pattern. When he placed the blueprints over them, he realised what the pattern was. Each photo was in one part of the school.

“It’s like they’re his paper dolls or something,” Lois said.

“Except these blueprints are to scale. He must have rebuilt this part of the school somewhere.” Clark looked at the transparency. A company name was printed on it.

“Nash Construction,” he said.

“Some kind of warehouse, maybe?” Lois asked.

“There’s an address. Let’s go check it out.”

They left the darkroom and ran out of the school. Clark knew he should have been in class, but this was more important. His friends were in danger.

Lois gave herself a moment to recover as they arrived at the warehouse less than a minute later. She studied the building. It appeared old and neglected.

“How cliché. An abandoned warehouse.” The huge double doors were locked with a chain around the handles.

She looked at Clark.

“What are you waiting for, Smallville?”

He grinned at her and broke the lock. “Come on,” he said, pulling the doors open.

Lois followed him inside as he made his way to a door in the far wall. She realised the door was secured inside by a lock that only a card could activate.

She shuddered as she walked with Clark down an exact duplicate of the corridor, complete with lockers. A young man was standing frozen to the spot, his arm outstretched, a look of terror on his face. If Lois didn’t know better, she would have thought it was a store mannequin.

Clark was peering in the window of what looked like the Torch office. Chloe, Lois thought. She was also frozen in place. She hesitated in the doorway as Clark went inside.

“Chloe?” he said, gently touching her. There was no response.

Suddenly a reflection appeared in the window. Lois turned, aiming a sharp kick at Brendan, who was glaring at her. He laid a hand on her bare skin and Lois could feel something like ice creeping through her limbs. The last thing she remembered before blacking out was trying to call for Clark.

Clark whirled, realising his consort was in trouble. Brendan stared at him.

“You shouldn’t have come here,” he said nastily.

“Let them go, Brendan,” Clark told him with an authoritative tone.

Brendan clearly wasn’t interested in negotiating. He left Lois standing in the middle of the corridor, grabbing a souvenir baseball bat from the mounting on the wall.

“What’ll you do if I smash this on your girlfriend’s head, huh? You should have stayed away, Clark.”

Clark sped in front of Lois.

“You touch one hair on her head, Brendan ...”

“Or you’ll do what?” Brendan laughed insanely. “You don’t get it, do you? You can’t stop me.”

Brendan reached out his hands, touching Clark. His eyes widened as his power appeared to have no effect on Clark.

“Why isn’t it working?” he asked, trying again.

To Clark’s horror, Brendan’s power seemed to reverse back on him, turning him into a mannequin. At the same time, Lois unfroze.

“Clark?” she said.

He hugged her. “It’s okay. I’ve got you.”

She stared beyond him at Brendan. “What the hell happened?” she asked.

“I don’t know.”

Chloe came out of the ‘office’.

“Clark? Lois? Oh my god!”

“Chloe, are you all right?” Lois said, hugging her cousin.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Have you guys seen Lana?”

“I’m here,” Lana said, clearly having been drawn to the voices. “I woke up standing at the top of the stairs.” She stared at Brendan’s form. “How did that happen?”

“No idea,” Clark said, not entirely untruthfully.

Chloe shuddered. “Let’s get out of here,” she said.

Chloe explained everything once they got back to school, sitting in the Torch office. Chloe wanted to pack the rest of her clippings and other belongings before they left high school.

It seemed Brendan had failed to get into any of the colleges he had applied to and had basically blackmailed his father into building the replica of the school by threatening to turn his stepmother into a mannequin. Then he’d collected some of the students who he had considered to be the most important, recreating high school so he didn’t have to move on.

“What’s going to happen to him?” Lana asked.

They’d called in the sheriff who had had Brendan removed to a treatment facility. Clark had no idea if they would ever be able to release Brendan from his frozen form, but there had been no other alternative.

The four of them walked out of school together, unsure what their futures were going to hold, but unlike Brendan, who hadn’t wanted to move on, they were ready to take that step.

Later that night, Clark stood in the loft looking at the stars through his telescope. Lois was in the house, complaining as usual about KP duty as she did the dishes.

“Wow,” Dad said. “I haven’t seen you use that in a long time.”

Clark turned and looked at his father.

“Dad, I think that we ...”

Dad sighed. “Clark, a time comes in everybody’s life when they realise that their parents aren’t gonna be around forever.”

“Dad,” Clark began, but his father raised a hand.

“I just don’t want you sacrificing your potential because of me.”

“It’s not a sacrifice, Dad. It’s a choice.”

“It’s a fine line, don’t you think?”

“I get the feeling we could talk about this all night and you’re still not gonna understand.”

“I understand a whole lot more than you think.”

“Sure, that’s why you came up here to change my mind. Dad, you raised me to make my own decisions. Why don’t you trust me on this?”

Dad looked away for a moment, then back at Clark.

“Son, you’re a lot like me. I had a full ride to Met U waiting for me when I graduated. The problem was, my father needed me on the farm. So I stayed.”

Clark was stunned. Why hadn’t he heard this before? He knew his father had taken a finance course, which was where his parents had met. But he hadn’t known his father had considered a life away from the farm.

“Dad, that’s a pretty big footnote to leave out. Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t want it to weigh you down. As much as I loved my father, a part of me still resented him for needing me that much. I don’t want you to feel that. That’s not the kind of father I ... I ever wanted to be.”

“Dad, this isn’t about the kind of father you are. I know you want the best for me. The truth is, I’m not really sure I’m ready to let go of all this yet.”

“I would think if you learned anything from today, you might have realised you have to let go some time.”

“I know, Dad. I’m not going to be like Brendan, hanging on to the past. I just don’t want to do it at super-speed. I mean, Jor-El’s always talking about how I have a destiny. How can I fulfil that destiny if I’m not even sure it’s what I want?”

Dad smiled, clapping a hand on his shoulder.

“Just trust in yourself, Clark. Like we do.”

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Comments

( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
eternal_moonie
Oct. 8th, 2012 02:52 pm (UTC)
AWESOME chapter!
phoenixnz
Oct. 9th, 2012 05:30 am (UTC)
Thank you sweetie. Hugs.
ctbn60
Oct. 8th, 2012 04:26 pm (UTC)
Wow it's over and they are out of highschool and starting new. I liked this chapter honey!
phoenixnz
Oct. 9th, 2012 05:31 am (UTC)
Yep, they are out of high school, although there's still Commencement to come.
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