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The Truth About Men and Women 64/74


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: Yes please
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 Sixty-Four


Lois sat up beside him, looking fully awake. She stared at him in shock, making it clear she had heard every word.

“Did you say ...” he began, suddenly aware he was squeezing the phone so hard it could easily break with just a little more pressure.

“Apparently it was some new kid they brought in just before lights out. They’re still trying to figure out exactly what he did and how he did it but he threw Lucas through a wall.”

“Through a wall?”

“Yup,” Lex answered. “From what the warden was telling me the kid was screaming at him, swearing he was gonna kill him for what he did. Then there was some weird green light and that’s when the guards grabbed him. He just about put them through a wall and they had to tase him to knock him out.”

“How bad is Lucas?”

“Best I can determine from what they told me, he has a subdural haematoma. They have him in surgery now to relieve the pressure on his brain.”

As much as Clark hated Lucas, this was something he wouldn’t wish on anyone. Even if they were his worst enemy. He felt Lois’ hand on his arm, providing comfort.

“Listen, Clark, I’m sorry I woke you guys, but I figured it was best you know about it before the story appears in the paper this morning.”

“Yeah, thanks Lex.”

“I don’t want you going to the jail to investigate this. Actually, that’s sort of come from Mayson. You’re a witness in Lucas’ case. The last thing we want is accusations of bias from the defence.”

“Yeah, I hear you, Lex.”

It still wasn’t going to stop him asking questions, he thought as he hung up from his brother.

“My God,” Lois said softly. He wrapped his arms around her, needing her close.

“I know.”

“You know we’re going to have to check this out, no matter what Lex says.”

“You read my mind,” he smiled, kissing the top of her forehead. “Let’s get some sleep.”

Lois curled up against him, softly caressing his chest in soothing motions. She seemed to fall back asleep quickly but Clark lay awake for a while. From what his brother had told him, some element of the attack sounded almost familiar. Still, there was no point losing sleep over it until he had more facts. He sighed and tried to relax, hugging his fiancée to him.

He woke again when the sun peeked in through the drapes, sending a warm beam across his face. Lois stretched beside him, yawning. She slowly opened her eyes and smiled sleepily up at him.

“Good morning,” she said, her voice still thick with sleep, tilting her face for his kiss. He obliged, taking pleasure in the motion, pulling her into his embrace, knowing she would feel his ‘morning wood’. Lois grinned. “Down baby. As much as I would love to spend the morning in bed, we have a lot to do.”

“We do?” he said, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Yup. We have an appointment this morning, or did you forget all about the wedding planner you decided we should hire?”

Rats! He had forgotten that. Knowing they were both going to be busy with their full-time jobs, he had suggested talking to a wedding planner to see what they would come up with. Not that either of them were keen on having a big to-do, but it just seemed easier to get input from a professional.

Lois rolled out of bed, leaving him bereft and pouting, walking naked into the bathroom to start the shower. He watched her perfect behind as she left the room, biting his lip, then pushed back the sheet and practically leaped out of bed, before going into the bathroom and pulling her into his arms. Lois giggled as he planted a hot, passionate kiss on her.

“Took your time, sailor,” she said when they broke apart.

“Tease!” he retorted.

“Who me?” she said innocently. “Never!” She smacked his butt lightly.

So much for being in a rush, he thought later as he dried himself off and dressed in casual pants while Lois had gone out to the kitchen to see what she could make for breakfast. Lois had practically pounced on him in the shower and they’d made love. He grinned to himself, his body still tingling from that experience.

“What’s that grin for?” Lois asked from the doorway.

He looked at her. She was dressed in a casual summer dress in an off-white colour which accentuated her athletic figure. He pretended to ponder the question even as he admired her gorgeous body.

“Hmm, let’s see, it’s our day off work, the sun is shining and I’m looking at the most beautiful woman in the world. So I grin.”

“Flattery will get you nowhere, Luthor,” Lois answered.

Clark pouted and she laughed.

“Okay, maybe a kiss,” she relented.

“Just a kiss?” he asked, moving toward her.

“Well, maybe more than one,” she said before he kissed her deeply, running his hands down her slender body. She sighed happily as he looked down at her. “God, you drive me crazy.”

“Let’s go out for breakfast,” he suggested. “I want to make the most of today.”

She nodded, sounding a little breathless. “I love that idea.”

They found a small diner named Chip’s. It was busy but the server immediately found them a table and handed them menus.

“Can I get you anything to drink?” she asked.

“Tap water,” they both said, then laughed, remembering a conversation they’d had over spring water not too long ago. Lois had told him of the diasastrous blind date Lucy had set her up with and the incident with the water. The server gave them an odd look but Clark just smiled back at her, holding his fiancee’s hand.

“It’s a joke,” he assured her. “But water would be great, thank you.”

She frowned at him but turned away, leaving them to peruse the menus. Feeling mischievous, Clark tuned in with his super-hearing as he watched the girl talking with one of her colleagues.

“Do you know who’s at your table?” the other girl was saying. “That’s Clark Luthor.”

“It is? Wow! I almost didn’t recognise him. So that’s Lois Lane. She’s so gorgeous! No wonder he fell for her. I just love her articles in the paper.”

“Yeah, I know. You better get back there. Don’t want to keep them waiting.”

“I doubt they’d even notice,” the server said, sounding envious. Clark quickly returned his attention back to the table. Lois winked at him.

“So what’s the gossip?” she asked.

He wrinkled his nose at her. “Damn, Lane, you know me too well.”

She laughed at him. “You know what they say about eavesdropping don’t you?”

“Yes dear,” he replied, looking up as the server returned with the waters and to take their orders. He grinned slyly at her and she blushed. Lois kicked him under the table and he grinned back at her unrepentantly. Sometimes, he thought, I can just be downright evil.

They had another hour or so to kill before the meeting with the wedding planner and decided to walk along the city streets holding hands. A few people stared at them but Clark ignored them.

“Do you want to call the hospital and find out how Lucas is?” Lois asked.

Clark shook his head. As curious as he was about what happened to Lucas, he knew Lex would have called him if there was any news. He had already left a message for J’onn to call him once he had more information. He still wanted to investigate the incident, but he wasn’t going to go to extreme lengths to do so.

As far as he was concerned, the matter wasn’t particularly urgent and he would much rather enjoy his day off with Lois.

She stopped walking in front of a store. Clearly something had caught her eye. Clark glanced around uneasily, but didn’t see any paparazzi hiding or preparing to leap out at them.

“I’m just going to go in here, okay, honey?”

Clark glanced up at the store. Victoria’s Secret. She’d once dared him to walk in to the store and buy her a lingerie set, since he’d ripped one of her favourites. Clark had had no qualms at all about walking in. It was only when he’d found himself pounced on by the three salesladies that he realised he was in a lot of trouble.

“Uh, you know, I think I’ll just sit this one out,” he said.

She cocked an eyebrow at him. “Chicken,” she commented dryly.

Clark grinned at her and was about to respond when his phone rang. He glanced at the display and realised it was J’onn. He answered and spoke quickly to the manhunter, arranging to meet him in a couple of minutes.

“Tell you what,” he said. “I’ll go talk to J’onn while you’re in there. I’m guessing you’ll be at least twenty minutes.”

Lois wrinkled her nose at him.

“Okay, thirty minutes,” he amended.

Her expression turned into a glower, but he knew damn well once she started browsing in the shop she wouldn’t be able to stop.

“You’re just lucky you’re cute, Luthor!” she retorted.

“I know I am,” he said.

He watched her go into the store, then went around the corner to the alleyway, making sure no one could see him and no cameras were pointed at him before he sped off to Centennial Park where he’d arranged to meet his birth father’s friend.

J’onn was pacing and looked up when he arrived.

“J’onn, what did you find out?”

“They were interviewing the boy who attacked Lucas all night. From what I gleaned from his mind, he was one of those Lucas was experimenting on. His name is Rudy Jones, but they call him Parasite.”

“Parasite? Why?”

“Because he has the ability to steal other abilities. We believe he managed to steal strength from one of those he was locked up in the facility with. As for the memory-stealing ability ...”

“The what?”

“He is able to steal a person’s memory.”

Clark was struck again with that feeling of familiarity. He stared at J’onn.

“Who did he get that from?”

“A young man by the name of Kevin Grady.”

Clark knew Kevin. When he was seventeen, he had run into the troubled youth, who he’d caught stealing from the Talon, the coffee shop he’d convinced Lex to invest in if only to get on Lana’s good side. When he’d confronted the youth, Kevin had used his power, stealing Clark’s memories.

Luckily for him, Chloe had found him and helped him track Kevin down. Clark had then helped Kevin figure out what had been done to him and they’d gone together to investigate a research facility where Kevin’s father worked. Summerholt Neurological Institute had primarily been designed to help those with neurological disorders but one of the projects they’d been working on was technology into memory manipulation. Kevin’s father had been one of the scientists involved.

Kevin had been horrified at what his father had done to protect his own interests and helped Clark restore his memory.

Clark stared at J’onn.

“Are you saying he stole Lucas’ memory?”

“It looks like it. We won’t know the extent of the damage until Lucas wakes up. The doctors have induced coma for a few days.”

“Did Parasite say why he did it?”

“I believe he was intent on killing Lucas. He had become close with someone in the facility. A young girl. Lucas gave the order for some horrific experiments which the girl did not survive. He witnessed it all.”

Clark winced in sympathy. He couldn’t blame the kid for feeling murderous toward Lucas, since he’d had those same feelings himself from time to time. Still, killing Lucas wouldn’t bring the girl back, or make up for his murdering Tess or Helen.

“I am sorry, Kal-El.”

“For what?”

“I should have stopped this. I read the boy’s mind before he was taken to the county lock-up and I knew what had happened to him.”

“You couldn’t predict what he would do if he saw Lucas. Sometimes even you can’t see the future.”

“That is true, Kal-El. Does this satisfy your curiosity? I understand from Miss Drake that you have been told not to investigate the attack.”

“Yes, it does. Thank you, J’onn.” He glanced at his watch. It had only been ten minutes, but he wanted to get back to his fiancée. “Will you call me if you hear anything from the hospital?”

“Of course.”

Clark nodded and returned to the store. Lois was still inside. He glanced around, seeing a florist across the street. He ran across, dodging the line of traffic and chose a small but lovely bouquet of eleven perfectly formed red roses. When he’d first begun sleeping with women, he’d done a little research into the meanings, since he didn’t want to give each woman the wrong impression. Women paid attention to that kind of symbolism, he’d thought.

When he’d fallen for Lois, he’d decided he was never going to give her any reason to think he was taking her for granted. So he’d recalled his research on flowers and knew that some held the belief that red roses not only signified love, but that eleven signalled the recipient was truly and deeply loved.

He returned to the lingerie shop and entered. The saleslady leaning on the counter looking bored suddenly perked up, unconsciously preening herself.

“Can I help you sir?” she said, beaming at him.

“I’m looking for my fiancée,” he said.

Immediately the woman’s face fell in disappointment at the news that he was ‘taken’.

“Well, what does your fiancée look like?” she asked.

Clark was about to answer, but Lois came out of the dressing room, holding some garments. She frowned at him.

“Don’t look, Clark,” she said as she took them to the counter, quickly turning her back on it so he couldn’t see past her.

He was tempted to use his x-ray vision, but knew she’d know anyway. He waited until she had handed over her card to the saleslady, then brought the flowers out from behind his back. She look at them, breaking out in a loving smile.

“Oh Clark, they’re beautiful.”

“Not as beautiful as you, darling,” he said softly, “but a close match.”

She bowed her head, blushing. He couldn’t help hearing the awed whispers of the few women in the store.

“I wish my hubby would give me flowers,” one commented.

Another one spoke to her clearly long-suffering significant other.

“See that, darling? You could learn a thing or two.”

“Please, they only just got engaged. Of course he’d buy her flowers.”

“You never bought me flowers on the spur of the moment when we first got engaged,” the woman returned.

Clark snickered, taking his fiancee’s hand as they walked out of the store. Lois laughed when he told her what he’d overheard.

“She’s right, you know. Men could learn a thing or two. I guess they don’t watch your show.”

“Lo ...”

“Clark, as much as I hate to admit it, you have learned a thing or two through that show, but there’s one thing it didn’t teach you and that was about romance. That’s what I love most about you. You’re the most romantic man I’ve ever met, and for a man who was raised by someone who didn’t know the first thing about love, that says it all.”

He shrugged. “I just feel that saying you love someone doesn’t mean anything unless you can show it as well.”

“And you do,” she said. “Everyday.”

They had reached the cafe where they were meeting the wedding planner. She had told Lois she would sit at one of the outside tables if it was nice weather. There was only one person sitting outside; a woman with auburn hair done up in a braid and skin almost the colour of porcelain. She was sitting in the shade of the huge umbrella, a cool glass of what appeared to be iced tea in front of her.

He frowned. He knew that face.

“Kimberley?” he said.

She looked up and smiled. “Clark!” She stood up, holding out a hand. He took it, squeezing it gently. Kimberley turned her smile on Lois. “You must be Lois.”

“You two know each other?” Lois asked, staring at them both.

“Kimberley used to work for Lex. In the Europe office,” Clark replied.

The older woman raised an eyebrow. “Work? More like indentured servitude,” she said dryly, then laughed. “I’m kidding! Let’s sit down. Would you two like some iced tea? They have an amazing selection here.”

Lois sat down opposite her, putting her bag down on the spare chair, while Clark sat beside her.

“So you worked for Lex?”

There was a slight pause as the waitress came out to take their orders.

Kimberley nodded. “I was his assistant for about three years. Although I jokingly once said to him I was his ‘work wife’.” She chuckled. “Did practically everything for him. Even cooked for him a couple of times when his housekeeper went off sick. I tell you, that man would have forgotten his head if I hadn’t been there to keep it screwed on for him.”

Kimberley had a slight accent which Clark guessed was British. She had moved to England with her mother when her parents had split up but had moved to California not long after she’d left her job with Luthorcorp. Or so Clark had heard.

“So how did you end up here? And becoming a wedding planner, of all things?” Clark asked.

“Well, don’t get me wrong, I mean, I loved my job, and Lex was a great boss, it’s just, it stopped being fulfilling. Anyway, I was talking with a friend of mine and he had been thinking about going into business. Since I was so great at organising things, he decided to bring me on board as a partner.”

Clark smiled. “That’s great. We did a little background research on the business and you’ve had some great feedback.”

While he’d researched fairly thoroughly, he’d had no idea that Kimberley was one of the partners in MarKim Wedding Planners as there had been no profile on the directors. Kimberley had always been a private person. Still, he knew enough about her from Lex that he had every confidence in her ability as a wedding planner. She had been not only efficient, but she had the uncanny ability to anticipate Lex’s needs before he even knew what he needed.

“So how’s Lena?” Kimberley asked.

“She’s doing well. You know, her eighth birthday is in a couple of months.”

“Yeah. She’s growing up fast. I read about what happened in the Daily Planet. Poor kid.”

“Lex is handling it,” Lois said quietly.

Clark glanced at her. Lois seemed a little uneasy, perhaps even a trifle jealous. Kimberley sat back to peruse her folder as the waitress came out with their iced teas. He touched his fiancée’s arm.

“Honey, I know what you’re thinking, but no.”

She frowned at him. “No?”

Kimberley looked up at that, then snickered.

“I guess you just never seem to be able to live down your reputation, huh, Clark?” She grinned at Lois. “Let me assure you, Lois, that I have never, nor would I ever be interested in Clark. For one thing, he’s not my type.”

“What type is that?” Clark asked.

Kimberley shot him a look. “You know very well what my type is, Clark Luthor. The only trouble is, he never saw me that way and I doubt he ever will.”

Lois glanced from Clark to the other woman, her brow furrowed as she tried to interpret the looks between them. Then her brow shot up.

“Oh! Really?”

“Afraid so,” Kimberley sighed. “And if you ever tell him I once had a crush on him, Clark, I will kick your ass from here to Sunday.”

He grinned back at her. “Yes ma’am.” He noticed she didn’t have a ring on her finger. “So, are you ...”

“Am I what? Married? In a relationship? No, but that doesn’t mean I can’t help a couple organise the perfect wedding. Speaking of which ...” She opened the folder to show them some photographs of various weddings the company had organised.

Kimberley was soon regaling them with tales, some of which Clark found almost too unbelievable to be true, of the various weddings she’d done and how the couples had behaved. She was warm and personable and even had Lois at ease after a few minutes. By the time they left, they had some ideas for themes which they could talk over and discuss with Kimberley in their next meeting.

“I like her,” Lois said. “She seems nice. I think she’ll do a great job.”

“At least she’s prepared to listen to what we want and work with us.”

Kimberley had told them a couple had come to her with such grandiose ideas the entire thing would have cost upwards of a hundred grand, which the couple did not have. She’d told them it was a wedding, not a coronation, and they weren’t famous movie stars who could afford to have limousines which cost hundreds of dollars an hour to hire.

She had listened to what they wanted and not once had ever told them what they should or shouldn’t do. She asked questions which they guessed were designed to help her determine what their tastes were and gave them some ideas she had already come up with based on an online profile they’d been asked to create when he’d first considered the small company, having decided they wanted the personal touch of a small business compared to a bigger company which boasted hundreds of satisfied clients.

By the time they had finished their meeting with Kimberley, it was past lunchtime and they had promised Martha they would be at the grocery store that afternoon with the fabric. Martha had decided there was no time like the present.

CK was helping out in the store, leaving Martha free to work with Clark in the sewing room. Lois sat with Jonathan in the sitting room, watching LNN, a local 24-hour news station which was owned by Luthorcorp. Lionel had bought the station about three years earlier, clearly hoping to control the flow of information about Luthorcorp.

Clark stood still as Martha took measurements and studied the sketches she had made from his own design. Jor-El had already provided him with the specifications for the pattern and he had passed those on.

He sat watching as she worked, admiring her skill. Lois had been right to suggest Martha, he thought.
After a couple of hours working, she finished the top part of the suit and asked him to try it on. Clark went into the small guest room and changed his shirt. There was a long, narrow mirror on the door and he checked his reflection. The top was tight, although not uncomfortably so, moulding to his form so it showed every muscle.

He returned to the other room so Martha could check how it looked. She made a few small adjustments of the fit, but seemed fairly satisfied, then sent him off to change his shirt again, while she went back to work on the pants. While they were designed to mould to his legs as much as the top, Clark wouldn’t go so far as to call them tights.

“Are you sure you want to do this all today?” he asked, not wanting to feel like he was asking too much of her.

“Clark, don’t worry, sweetie. You help so many others out there, it’s nice to be able to return the favour.”

He noticed she didn’t talk about the robbery a year earlier, although judging from what Jonathan had said, it had affected them both deeply.

“I’m glad I was able to be there when you needed me,” he said quietly. “But, you know, I don’t do it for the reward. I do it because it’s the right thing to do.”

Martha gave him a brief hug. “I know that sweetie,” she said.

There was a knock on the door.

“Hey, you two. Dinner’s about ready.”

Startled, Clark looked at the clock on the desk. He hadn’t realised how much time had passed. Martha grinned and put down the pants.

“Jonathan decided to cook steak with his own special marinade. You are in for a treat.”

Clark followed her out. Lois smiled at him as she passed him, carrying a large covered dish. He could smell the flavours in the marinade and went to pick up the cover.

“Uh uh, no peeking,” she said. “Go wash up for dinner.”

“Yes boss,” he said, earning him a sharp look from Lois. He grinned cheekily back at her and went to wash up.

CK had clearly been home a while as he joined them for dinner. He was planning to meet friends at the movies later. Maddie was having dinner at Lex’s as he wanted to talk to her about Europe. She had finally decided she was going to spend a month travelling around Europe toward the end of the summer, then start college, although she had yet to decide what she was going to study.

The five adults laughed and talked over dinner, keeping to trivial matters. Clark wasn’t sure if Martha and Jonathan had told CK what they knew, but he trusted them to make their own decision about the matter.

After dinner, Martha returned to work, whipping up the rest of the uniform in very little time. Clark tried it on again and modelled it for her.

“What do you think?” he said.

“It looks great.”

He turned, studying his reflection in the mirror. The red cape billowed out behind him.

“I love the cape,” Martha said. “It’ll look great when you’re flying.”

Clark went out to the living room. Lois turned at the sound of his footsteps and stared at him.

“Wow!” she said. “I mean, I’ve seen the drawings, but ...”

Jonathan looked equally stunned as he looked him over, then snickered.

“I’d lose the glasses though, son,” he said.

“Oh, yeah,” Clark said sheepishly, taking off the glasses.

Suddenly there was an announcer on the television.

“We’ve just heard that there has been a massive gas explosion at a plant thirty miles outside of Metropolis. It is not known yet whether there are any casualties or how widespread the damage is.”

Clark didn’t wait for the rest of the announcement, flying out the door. As he flew up into the sky, he scanned the area and saw the site of the explosion. It was massive. Flying down at speed, he made his way to the inferno, scanning with his x-ray vision to find the workers who had probably barely started their night shift.

He knew his ice breath wouldn’t be enough to stop the flames from spreading as more fireballs erupted. There was a small community about two miles away and a forest in between which was dry as tinder. He knew if he didn’t put it out quickly and decisively, the trees would go up and the fire would threaten the community.

There wasn’t time for him to fly all the way to the Arctic, so he did the next best thing, flying to a lake about a hundred miles away and freezing it, pulling up the ice and flying with it over the worst of the flames. The ice quickly melted in the heat, putting out at least some of the fire, but it wasn’t enough.

There was still another part of the plant to deal with as the heat threatened to ignite more gas tanks. Emergency crews were already working to stop the spread of the flames. Clark called out to the firefighters.

“Turn some of those hoses on the tanks. Maybe it’ll help cool them down.”

“Wait, who are you?”

Clark didn’t answer, speeding off to the area of the plant closest to that still burning. There were workers trapped and from what he could see, a couple of them were injured. He ran through the wall of flame, hearing gasps from the workers as he appeared on the other side.

“It’s all right. I’ve come to get you out of here.”

“Take Jake first,” one of the men called out, pointing to a young man lying on the floor, apparently unconscious. He was bleeding badly from a wound on his head. “He was hurt bad in the explosion.”

“I can take more than one,” Clark said, quickly counting. There were at least a dozen workers, including the injured.

“He needs help more.”

Clark nodded, not wanting to waste time on arguing. He picked up the fallen man, speeding off with him, taking him out to the paramedics. He paused only long enough to make sure he was safely in their hands before speeding back.

The firefighters were still trying to put out the flames and while he wanted to help them, he was more focused on getting to the trapped workers. There was a tank near where they had been working and it was in danger of exploding. The pressure was building up and he knew it wouldn’t be long. Once again running through the flames, Clark called them.

“Come on. You need to get out of here. That tank is going to explode.”

“What about the fire?”

“I can clear a path through. You need to go. Now!”

Too late, he realised as the pressure gave way and the tank exploded in flames, sending pieces of metal flying. He quickly shielded the most exposed workers from the blast, even knowing he couldn’t possibly protect them all. He just hoped Jor-El had been right about the material as this was going to be a rather extreme first test.

Another wall of flame blocked their exit and Clark knew there was no other choice. He quickly x-rayed, seeing the wall on the far end was the exterior of the plant and smashed through it.

“Go, go,” he called, moving to help two of the workers injured in the secondary blast.

Not waiting until the eight men and three women were safely away, Clark went back into the building and helped emergency workers fight the rest of the fire and prevent any more explosions.

By the time it was over, more than half the plant had been destroyed by fire or in the initial and secondary explosions. Four workers had been killed in the first blast and at least a hundred had been injured, including two firefighters.

Super powers or no, Clark was exhausted. Still, he waited long enough to make sure the fire was out and any nearby properties were safe.

The fire chief approached him as he stood scanning the debris.

“Thank you just doesn’t seem appropriate for what you did. You saved a lot of lives tonight.”

“Thanks is all I need, chief,” Clark said quietly. “How are your men?”

“They’ll be fine. One has second-degree burns but the docs are optimistic. He would have died if you hadn’t got him out of there.”

“I’m only sorry I couldn’t save those who were killed.”

“You couldn’t predict this would happen.” He frowned. “I don’t even know what to call you. Blur sounds a little ...”

“I know,” he said. He didn’t know what else to say and turned to go. “I should leave you to clean up.”

“Again, thank you.”

Clark flew home, realising as he entered through the terrace doors that it was almost two in the morning. He moved quietly through the apartment, but he shouldn’t have bothered. She was sitting up in bed, reading on her I-pad. She had clearly been waiting for him.

Lois practically threw the tablet on the bed, shoving back the covers and running to him, throwing her arms around his neck.

“I’m so proud of you,” she said.

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Comments

( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
ctbn60
Sep. 16th, 2013 10:11 pm (UTC)
ANother chapter? You are amazing!!
phoenixnz
Sep. 17th, 2013 05:52 am (UTC)
I wrote about ten chapters in about four or five weeks. I still have two more chapters of this story to post, then a chapter of the Chloe/Ollie story, then Apocalypse. I'm sure by the time I'm ready to post that chapter I'll have another one ready too. *g*
eternal_moonie
Sep. 17th, 2013 08:50 am (UTC)
GREAT new chapter sweetie!!
phoenixnz
Sep. 17th, 2013 05:29 pm (UTC)
Thanks honey.
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