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You're The One That I Want (Clois) 7/?

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Fandom: Smallville
Rating: PG13
Pairing: Clark/Lois, Chloe/Jimmy, Lana/Whitney
Characters: Clark, Lois, Chloe, Jimmy, Lana, Whitney, Lucas, Tess
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters of Smallville and I don't own Grease either. I plan on using the song lyrics but hopefully not too much of the dialogue
Feedback: Could be Greased Lightnin'
Art: ctbn60

Summary: It's 1959 Smallville. Clark Luthor is the leader of the T-Birds, but he wants to break the mould of the bad-boy image.

Cast: Clark (Danny), Lois (Sandy), Whitney (Kenickie), Lana (Rizzo), Jimmy (Doody), Chloe (Frenchy), Lucas (Sonny), Tess (Marty)


Chapter Six

Lois was sitting in English class, bored out of her mind. They were supposed to be learning Twelfth Night, but the teacher was so dull he had put half the class to sleep. She sighed, trying to concentrate on the reading, but the classroom was too hot.

A nudge on her shoulder had her looking around and she frowned at the boy sitting behind her. He quickly slipped her a folded piece of paper. Lois glanced toward the front of the room, but the teacher was too intent on humiliating the two students reading from the play to pay any attention to her.

She nodded and took the note, unfolding it.

Meet me by the bleachers at lunch. T.

Lois looked over at Tess, then nodded. It became even harder to concentrate on the lesson after that as she began to wonder what Tess wanted to talk to her about. Time seemed to go even slower after that. She began to tap her pencil on her notebook, her mind drifting.

The bell rang and she packed up her books. There was another class between then and lunch and none of the Pink Ladies had a class with her.

Lois found herself thinking how wrong she had been about Tess. At first, she had thought the redhead was just as spoiled as Lana, but she wasn’t. In spite of her family, Tess had been nice to her. Lois supposed it also had something to do with the fact that she had confessed to having been caught drinking in the barracks with Wes Keenan.

It was kind of funny, really. Tess seemed to have this image around school, like she was so tough because she was part of the Pink Ladies. The girl gang had been around Smallville High for years and any girl who either became part of the group or was acknowledged by them was guaranteed to be popular. Lana might have objected, but even she had been prepared to admit she had misjudged Lois and she had begun to include Lois in some of their activities. Not that the Pink Ladies were a knitting circle or anything like that, Lois thought, grinning, but they didn’t go around stealing or boosting cars either.

The thing about an image was, it wasn’t real. People seemed to fall for the facade and didn’t see the real person underneath. That was what she meant about Tess. Like deep down, Tess was lonely. Sure, she and Clark seemed pretty close. She sure spent a lot of her time defending her brother. The redhead never said so, but Lois figured she felt she didn’t fit in with her family. She wasn’t the perfect daughter who would bow and scrape and do everything her father wanted. Neither could she rebel by doing things like petty crime, which Lucas was known to do.

Glancing at the clock, Lois realised it was almost the end of class and she hadn’t finished her test. The teacher had decided to give them a quiz, telling them to complete it within the hour, but Lois had spent most of it daydreaming. She turned her attention back to the paper in front of her and began marking off the multiple choice questions, finishing just as the bell rang. She gathered her things and handed in her paper, then escaped before Mark could get to her.

She had liked Mark, and he’d liked her back, although there wasn’t really anything worth pursuing. He’d kissed her a couple of times but there had been no spark, no magic. Not like with Clark.

Lois ran through the hallway and out past the gym to the field, looking around by the bleachers. For a moment, she thought she had missed Tess, but then spotted the redhead sitting on one of the wooden slats, smiling up at ... Clark!

She hesitated, wondering if she should approach them. She hadn’t spoken to Clark since that day at the Talon, although she’d heard he’d been trying out for some of the school sports teams.

Tess spotted her and waved her over. Lois frowned as Tess nudged her brother and murmured something. Clark looked a little embarrassed.

“God, will you just get over yourself and talk to her? She won’t bite you know.”

Reluctantly, Clark turned and smiled uncertainly at her. As Lois stood there, not knowing what to say, Tess got up.

“Okay, I got you two here, now say something. Anything. Before you both drive me nuts.” They still didn’t say anything, causing the redhead to roll her eyes. “Geez! Okay, look, let’s start over. Clark, I’d like you to meet a very good friend of mine by the name of Lois Lane. Lois, this is my brother, Clark. I really think you two would hit it off if you took the time to get to know each other. So, have at it.”

Tess stepped down onto the path below, leaving them staring at each other. Lois fidgeted. Clark’s lips twitched, like he was fighting the urge not to laugh. Suddenly they were both laughing.

“You wanna go somewhere?” Clark asked.

“Sure. Where?”

She let Clark take her hand and lead her to a secluded spot away from the school.

“You know, we shouldn’t ...”

“Yes we should,” he said. “Lois, I ... I really just want to say I’m sorry for acting like such a jerk. I didn’t mean to hurt you that night.”

“I know. I understand, really I do.” She looked at him, her hand on his. It looked so small compared to his own.

“It’s just ... well, I’m a Luthor, and, people sort of have this idea about us. I mean, me and Tess, I mean, Tess and I, we’re not like that. It’s kind of dumb. I wish ... I wish sometimes that I wasn’t adopted by Lionel, you know?”

“Is it really that bad?”

“I hate him, Lois. I really hate him.” He sighed and looked away for a few moments. “We had this big fight the other night. Well, sort of, I guess. I ended up just walking out and wandering around for a couple of hours, so I could cool down. I got back and he was like ... he’s my father and I have to obey him. It’s so not fair.” He squeezed her hand. “I met this kid. He’s like a couple years younger than me and he ran away from home a year ago. He said if I wanted to I could hang out with him.”

“What about school? I mean, don’t you still want to be a reporter?”

“Yeah, I do. Actually, Tess and I were kind of talking about that the other night. She thinks I should join the school paper.”

“If it’s what you want, I think you should, but don’t do it for me, Clark. Do it because it’s something that makes you happy.”

“I really wish I could run away with you, Lois. We’d go somewhere, like, I don’t know, Tahiti or something and I’d build a little hut on the beach. We’d be away from everyone. No Lionel, no general telling us what to do.”

Lois grinned. “Tahiti sounds nice, but I think we’d be awfully bored after a while without anyone else to talk to.”

“Yeah, maybe.”

He settled with his head in her lap, the way he’d done when they’d been sitting at the lake, just talking. Lois began stroking his forehead, soothing him. His troubles weren’t going to go away, but maybe she could make his burden a little easier to bear.

“Are you going to the dance-off on Saturday?” he asked.

“Mark was going to ask me,” she said.

“Don’t go with him,” Clark said, sounding almost pleading. “Go with me.”

“I don’t know,” she said slowly.

“I can dance, you know. That’s probably the one good thing the old man did when I was a kid. I mean, I pretended I hated it, but well, chicks like guys who can dance.”

Lois looked down at him, a stern expression on her face.

“Chicks?” she said.

“Um ...” he said, grinning. “Does this mean I’m in trouble?”

“Better believe it, buster!” she said, jabbing him in the ribs. He laughed.

“Okay, okay, uncle!” He stared up at her, sobering. She looked so beautiful, the way the sun shone on her face, making it seem like it was glowing. “Lois?”


“Can I kiss you?”

“You really need to ask?” she said softly.

He nodded and sat up. She was blushing and seemed a little breathless.

“I really, really do,” he said. “God, you’re so beautiful.”

He sat close to her, gently stroking her arm, tracing the smooth, creamy skin, lifting her fingers one by one. She was staring at him, her eyes huge, like a deer caught in the headlights. He had to taste her, even just for a moment. He leaned forward, pressing his lips gently to hers in a chaste kiss. Lois was the one who deepened it, nervously darting her tongue forward.

Clark pulled her closer, the kiss becoming more passionate. He wrapped her in his embrace, desperate to feel her body next to him. His hand cupped her breast and she gasped, pulling away.

“Clark, don’t.”

He stared at her, genuinely puzzled.


“What do you mean what?” she said, sounding more than a little annoyed. “Did you ask to kiss me just so you could cop a feel?”

He frowned. “What? Lois, no, I ... I didn’t mean. Please, I just got carried away. I didn’t mean to push,” he added, pleading with his eyes. “It’s just ... you’re so beautiful and you smell so good, I just want to be near you.”

She relented, nodding.

“All right.”

He put his arm around her and kissed her temple. Lois relaxed in his embrace.

“I got a letter from my dad,” she told him. “He told me he’s glad I’ve settled down. He thinks he made the right decision leaving me here.”

“You miss him.”

“I do,” she sighed. “I mean, sometimes it was tough, you know, being dragged around from base to base, practically living out of a suitcase, but he’s my dad. He’s all I have. Well, apart from Lucy.”

“Where is she?” he asked. Lois didn’t talk about her sister much.

“She’s in boarding school in Europe. Dad wanted her to have a good education.”

“Do you envy that?”

“Sometimes.” She shrugged. “I don’t know. I guess I’ve grown to like it here. I mean, there’s Chloe, and Tess is nice. You two seem really close.”

“Tess is like my best friend sometimes,” he said. “She understands how hard it is with our dad, you know?”

“Yeah. Your dad sounds like a total ogre.”

When he’d been little, Clark had been given a book of fairytales by the nanny. There had been an illustrated story about an ogre. He suddenly had an image of his father as that ogre and began to laugh.

“What’s so funny?” Lois asked.

“Just picturing my dad as an ogre,” he said, snorting with laughter. “I can just see him with the pointy ears and the fangs, and wild hair.”

Lois began laughing as well. They both laughed until they were doubled over, howling.

“Oh, oh god,” Lois giggled. “Ooh my stomach hurts.”

“Lionel the ogre,” Clark chuckled, which had Lois in fits of giggles again, clutching her stomach.

“Nooo, stop!”

Clark hugged her, rubbing her stomach in a soothing motion until she quit giggling. She wiped tears from the corners of her eyes.

“So, um, you wanna go somewhere, get a burger or something?” he suggested.

She shook her head regretfully. “I gotta go have dinner at the Kents. We could go tomorrow, or, um, you could come to dinner.”

“I don’t think they like me,” he said.

“They just don’t know you, that’s all,” Lois said. “Come on. It’s gotta be better than hanging out at home where you’re miserable.”

She had a point. Still, he wasn’t sure he wanted to be under the scrutiny of Jonathan or Martha Kent. They’d tolerated him over the summer, but then he supposed they’d thought Lois would be going to Germany with her father and would never see him again.

Lois was looking at him pleadingly and he knew he couldn’t turn her down.

“Okay. Let me go find Tess and tell her so she won’t worry. I mean, not that she does anyway, but ...”

“Mr K was going to pick me up after school,” she said. “What time is it?”

“Almost three,” he said, glancing at his watch. Unlike the watch Lex had been given by their mother – something which held great sentimental value for him – Lionel had given Clark a plain old watch, telling him he’d have to earn better. Clark would never tell his father, or Lex, for that matter, that he preferred the plain watch to Lex’s stupid Napoleon Franc one.

Tess was enthusiastic when he found her hanging out with Chloe and Lana.

“That’s great,” she said, careful not to hug him in front of the rest of the gang. “I knew you could fix things if you just talked to her.”

“So where are you going?” Chloe asked.

“Lois invited me to dinner at the Kents,” he said.

Lana snorted. “Ring a ding ding.”

Clark just ignored her. “I gotta go,” he told his sister.

She nodded. “Look, just be yourself, okay? They’ll love you once they really get to know you.”

Lois was waiting in the parking lot for him. Jonathan Kent was sitting in the beat-up truck he used on the farm, honking the horn. Lois smiled brightly when she saw him approach and went to the truck. Clark opened the door and helped her inside. She shifted over to the middle and Clark got in the other side.

Jonathan Kent frowned at him.

“I invited Clark home for dinner,” Lois told the farmer, who just scowled and put the truck in gear. Clark bit his lip, but said nothing. Lois squeezed his hand and smiled at him.

“No car, Clark?” Jonathan asked.

“Yeah, I don’t like to drive it at school,” he told the blonde man.

“You’d rather steal them instead, is that it?”

“Clark doesn’t do that,” Lois said, quickly jumping to his defence.

Jonathan just snorted as if he didn’t believe her. The rest of the ride home was silent. As soon as Jonathan pulled up in the driveway, they got out.

“Don’t forget to do your chores, Lois,” he said.

Lois nodded. “Come on,” she told Clark. “Come and help me.”

“What do you want me to do?” he asked.

Lois showed him how to muck out the stables and put straw down. They worked together feeding the animals. Clark found he enjoyed the work and liked being around the animals, especially the horses, which nudged him gently.

It was growing dark by the time they finished. Lois led him inside the house and showed him where to wash up.

“Lois, would you come in here a second?” Martha asked.

Lois bit her lip, not liking Martha’s tone at all. She glanced at Clark then shrugged, going into the kitchen.

“Yes Mrs K?”

“I had a call while you were out doing your chores. Oh, hello Clark. Jonathan said Lois had invited you for dinner.”

Clark nodded. “I hope that’s okay,” he said softly.

“Of course. Now, Lois, what is this I hear about you skipping classes?”

Lois gulped. “Um, where did you hear that?” she asked, knowing there was no point in denying it.

“Well, Sally Murphy’s mother told Nell.”

Great, Lois thought. The Smallville gossip mill was in full swing.

“It was just a couple of classes,” she said.

“And your father expects you to work hard in school, Lois. If he heard about this ...”

“Mrs K, I ...”

“It was my fault, Mrs Kent,” Clark said quietly. “I just really needed to talk to Lois and I persuaded her to skip school.”

“Well, that’s neither here nor there, Clark,” Martha said. “While I don’t like you encouraging Lois to break the rules her father has set down for her, Lois has a mind of her own.” She turned to the sink and washed her hands, wiping them with the towel. “Now, why don’t you and Lois set the table for dinner.”

Lois watched the older couple at dinner. They kept looking at Clark like he was the son of the devil or something, yet there was also an underlying tension between them. She was sure it had something to do with Clark, or the Luthors. She could say one thing for Clark. He had impeccable manners when he was trying to impress someone. He said please and thank you and acted like the perfect gentleman, helping her to her chair, dishing out her food and making pleasant conversation.

Hannah was watching Clark and giggling until looks from both Martha and Lois made her stop. She ate while still continuing to watch Clark with fascination.

“So, Clark, what are your plans for the future?” Martha asked. Lois had the impression she had kicked Jonathan under the table to make him keep his temper.

“Uh, well, I was hoping to get a job as a reporter at the Daily Planet, but my father wants me to join the company.”

“Surely your father would understand if it’s not what you want to do,” the redhead told him, frowning.

Clark shook his head. “Dad isn’t understanding at all. I have to do what he expects of me.”

Martha clearly didn’t like that attitude at all.

“Well, of course you have to do what your father expects,” Jonathan said bitterly. “Why do you think I stayed on this farm?”

“Hmm, I seem to remember a certain young man who defied his father and ran off to Metropolis to join the Metropolis Sharks.

“Uh, Martha ...” he said, shifting uncomfortably in his seat.

Lois hid a smile as the couple exchanged glances. Martha scolded her husband with her eyes, while Lois suddenly had the urge to giggle. Jonathan seemed to be turning red.

“What I think Jonathan meant to say is that you’re eighteen years old, Clark,” Martha said gently. “It’s rare that a boy your age knows what he wants out of life. I think being a reporter is a noble ambition. Is there no way to change your father’s mind?”

Clark shook his head. “I wish there was.”

Clark offered to help Lois with the dishes and they quickly washed and dried, leaving the older couple to relax on the sofa in the parlour while Hannah went upstairs to finish her homework. After they were done cleaning the kitchen, Lois took Clark out to the barn. She shivered. There seemed to be the signs of snow in the nor’wester.

“Are you sure you wouldn’t be warmer in the house?” Clark asked as they mounted the steps to the loft.

“It’s quieter out here,” she said. “Besides, I have a blanket on the sofa.”

They sat on the sofa with the blanket over their knees. Lois felt warm with Clark’s arm around her. He seemed to be warmer than most guys she knew, although not so warm that it was weird or anything.

“Are you sure they trust us up here?” Clark said.

“They’re not my parents, Smallville,” she told him.

He cocked an eyebrow at her. “Smallville?”

She shrugged. “Well, you live in Smallville.”

“Not by choice,” he commented bitterly.

Lois nudged him with her elbow. “Hey, I’m here too. Besides, I like calling you something other than Luthor.”

“You’re going to be a handful, aren’t you,” he said.

Lois giggled. “This surprises you how?”

There was a creak on the steps and Lois craned her neck looking over the edge.

“Han ...”

The twelve-year-old grinned. “I wanted to see if you two were making out,” she said. “That’s what my friend Kit did when her brother was in his bedroom with his girlfriend.”

“You’re a nosy brat, Hannah,” Lois admonished her. The blonde just giggled, clearly not sorry at all for being caught in her nosiness.

“I was curious,” she said.

“Yeah, well you know what curiosity did to the cat, don’tcha?” Clark said evenly.

“You’d have to catch me first,” she told him cheekily.

“Don’t tempt me,” he growled, grabbing her around the waist and tickling her. Hannah squealed, laughing.

Lois watched Clark tease the younger girl, a wistful smile on her face. She wished a little that she could be as young as Hannah, so she could be so carefree. Clark seemed to revel in the teasing, a happy smile on his face. It was a change from the serious young man he’d been at dinner. She had seen a sadness in his eyes that he’d quickly tried to hide. He was hurting and she had no idea how to ease his pain.

At least, she thought, my dad loves me. Sure, he was thousands of miles away, but he had left her with a couple who were kind and treated her like a daughter. She had often thought in the past few months that it was a shame Martha had never been able to have children of her own, because she deserved to have a houseful of children.

Clark and Hannah had ceased their teasing and were looking at her.

“I think someone’s feeling a little left out,” he said, grinning wickedly.

Lois pulled away, trying to move out of reach, but both Hannah and Clark were too swift for her. She squealed as Clark managed to get in a jab to her ribs, while Hannah managed to get the other side. She was soon on the floor, laughing her head off. Clark still sat on the sofa, chuckling. Lois let her breathing get back to normal and looked at Hannah.

“I think we should get our own back, don’t you, Han?”

Hannah nodded, giggling. They both advanced on Clark, who tried to get away, although he didn’t seem to be trying very hard. Soon all three of them were sprawled on the floor, laughing.

Clark left reluctantly an hour later, politely refusing Jonathan’s offer to drive him home. He entered the mansion quietly shortly after leaving the farm, going up the stairs to his room. Tess came out of her room, clearly having heard him. She beckoned him inside.

“I told Lex you were hanging out with some of the guys from school. Luc even covered for you.”

Clark was surprised at that. Lucas had never covered for him before.

“Thanks,” he said.

“You look like you had a good time,” she said. “I mean, you look really happy. Like you did last summer.”

“Yeah. They’re nice people Tess.” He sighed. “You know what I wish sometimes?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I know. Sometimes I wish Dad wasn’t my dad either, but at least you, me and Luc ... we’ve got each other.”

“One day, Tess. One day we’re all gonna up and split and he won’t be able to hurt us any more.”



( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Apr. 12th, 2013 10:26 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter sweetie!!
Apr. 13th, 2013 07:43 am (UTC)
Thank you honey.
Apr. 13th, 2013 04:23 am (UTC)
mmm, that was so good! Anxious to see where all this will lead... :)
Apr. 13th, 2013 07:44 am (UTC)
You will soon see. Thanks for your comment.
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