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The Return of Lex Luthor 62/?

Genre: Drama
Characters: Clark, Lois, Lex, OC, Perry White, Justice League

Pairings: Clois, Lex/OC
Rating: Mostly PG but some chapters R
Disclaimer: The characters of Smallville and the DC comic universe belong to the producers, writers etc. The original character is mine but is not, I repeat, not a real person, although they are drawn from real life for the sake of realism. Any resemblance to anyone, living or dead, is coincidence.

Summary: Lex Luthor returns with a few surprises. And he seems to be a changed man. Can Clark trust him? Should he?

a/n: Check out the wonderful banner by the lovely and extremely talented [info]ctbn60 

It all started here 

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Chapter Sixty-Two

As Julia stepped into Lois’ bedroom, she saw her friend in a panic.

“I can’t find my garter. Where did I put my garter?”

It was sitting on the dresser. Julia picked it up and handed it to her. Lois’ hands were shaking.

“Lois, breathe.”


“Breathe,” she repeated. “You’re stressing out.”

“I know, I know. It’s just ... I’m so nervous.”

Julia took her friend’s hands and looked into her hazel eyes.

“Lois, it’s okay to be nervous. Now the wedding’s in two hours...”

“Two hours? Oh my god, I haven’t done my make-up and ...” She turned to the mirror. “Oh, god, look at my hair.” It had been swept up into a sort of French twist with loose curls around her face.

“Your hair is fine, Lo.”

Kara came in, having obviously heard Lois stressing out. She was holding a glass of what looked like orange juice. Except it was bubbly.

“Maybe this will help,” she said, handing the glass to Julia, who held it out for Lois.

“What is it?” Lois asked.

“Champagne and orange juice,” Kara shrugged. “Normally I wouldn’t suggest it, but ...”

“This is an emergency,” Julia smiled. “Thanks Kara.” She turned back to Lois. “Now drink it slowly. Don’t guzzle it. Otherwise it will go straight to your head.”

Lois nodded and took the glass, sipping it. “Wow, that’s great.”

“Now, let’s see about getting your make-up finished.”

“Is it okay? I tried, but my hands were shaking.”

“Nothing a bit of brushing and mascara can’t fix.”

Lois smiled as Julia set to work. “You know, I remember a few months ago you asking me to help you with your make-up.”

“That’s because at the time I was blind as a bat. Well, not literally, I guess. But I also went and saw a professional who taught me how to use make-up.”

Her own was already done and looked flawless.

“You know,” she said, “we could have got a professional to do all this.”

“Yeah, but you know Clark and I wanted to do this ourselves. I mean, not that my Dad didn’t offer to pay for it, but ...”

“I understand. And it’s going to be beautiful.”

“It sure will,” Kara smiled. “It’s such a beautiful day outside.”

Lois kept drinking and slowly began to relax as the alcohol worked its way into her system. Really, what did she have to worry about? It was really a beautiful, sunny day. She was marrying the man she loved. The man she’d loved for so long.

She still remembered all those times they’d pushed each other’s buttons. Lana had told her once that she’d met Clark in the caves a few days after Lois had come to Smallville. And Clark had told Lana then that he thought Lois was bossy and stuck-up. Lois still smiled when she thought of that conversation. She’d enjoyed annoying him. Sleeping in his bed, making him sleep on the couch. Stealing his shirts. Finishing his sentences. Oh yeah, those were the days. Mind you, she thought, I still do a lot of those things.

Now she couldn’t imagine waking up without him beside her. Without him in her life. It was as if they had always been meant to be. Like destiny.

She’d once read this story. Or maybe she had seen it on television when she was a kid. Whenever it was, the story went that thousands of years ago people had two heads, four arms and four legs, but shared one soul. Then one day the gods decided to separate them into two beings, but cut the soul in half. She thought that was how it went. But the point of the story was that each person wandered the earth looking for the other half of the soul. Hence the term soulmates. Maybe she didn’t believe in the myth. But she did believe that Clark was her soulmate.

“What are you thinking?” Julia asked, noticing that Lois had gone very quiet.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” Lois asked.

Julia shrugged as she put the finishing touches on Lois’ make-up. “I don’t know. It’s kind of a romantic notion, though, isn’t it? That somewhere out there is the other half of your soul?” She sighed. “I used to believe in romance. I’m not sure that I do anymore. Well, not where my love life is concerned.”

“You don’t think Bruce is romantic?”

“No. I think Bruce has too many walls around him to ever be romantic.”

“But you seem to have succeeded in breaking them down.”

“Not all of them. There are still some things Bruce won’t share.”

“Like what?”

“Like what drives him. I mean, he told me about his parents and how angry he was, but it still doesn’t give me an insight into him. And you know how my empathic powers are developing? Well, I still can’t read Bruce.”

“You can’t read Clark either.”

“Yeah, but I think that has something to do with him being Kryptonian.”

Kara, who was busy making sure Lois’ dress wasn’t creased, glanced over, but said nothing. She took the dress off the hanger.

“Time to put this on,” she said with a smile.

Lois inhaled, then exhaled slowly. “It’s really happening, isn’t it?”

The two girls nodded. “Yes it is,” they said.

They helped her into the dress, then went to put their own on. By the time they were all ready, it was almost time to leave. The gardens were a half hour drive from Lois’ apartment.

Sam Lane had arrived ten minutes earlier. He had been sitting on the sofa, relaxing, while the girls had done their last minute preparations. He stood when they came out of Lois’ room, staring in awe at his daughter.

“Daddy?” she asked, sounding a little nervous.

“Lo ... you look so much like your mother, I ... you look so beautiful.” He went over to her and kissed her cheek, careful not to smudge her make-up. “I am so proud of you.”

“Oh, Daddy,” she said.

Julia squeezed her hand. “Lo, don’t cry. You don’t want your mascara to run.”

It wasn’t that funny but even the general laughed. He offered his arm and Lois took it. Kara and Julia followed behind as they all left the apartment and got outside to the waiting limo. And there was Alfred, looking very dignified in his formal suit.

“You look lovely, Miss Lane,” he said. “As do you Miss Kara, Miss Julia.”

Julia fought a snicker. She could swear the old man was trying to swallow a lump in his throat. He was a softie – he just wouldn’t admit it.


Clark stood in the small ante-room off the reception hall. He was trying to tie his tie, but it wasn’t working.

“Here,” Oliver said, coming over to help him. He took the tie and began knotting it.

“I’m just so nervous.”

“You? Nah! Nothing to be nervous about.”

“Thanks for being here with me.”

“What are friends for?” Oliver finished adjusting the tie. “I have a little confession to make. You know, for a long time, I thought I was in love with her too. And I have to admit I was jealous when she told me she’d fallen for you. But I guess I always saw that you two were meant to be together. She challenges you, you know? And you do the same for her. I mean, the money and the clothes were cool, but Lois has never really been impressed by that.”

“I know. I worry, sometimes, whether I’ll be enough for her. An alien farmboy. I wonder if it’s too weird for her.”

“Oh you’re definitely weird,” Oliver smiled. “But let’s face it, she didn’t fall in love with you for your looks.”

“Ha ha.”

“Just trying to lighten the moment. Anyway, what I was going to say was that you two deserve each other.”

“Thanks Oliver.”

“Yo, Stretch, time to head down the aisle.”

Clark turned and looked at Bart. He’d asked the younger man to be a groomsman. Bart had really matured in the last few years, even if he still acted the goat at times. But he was honoured to take his place at Clark’s side on what was going to be the biggest day of his life.

Together, the three of them headed down the path toward the garden where the celebrant waited. Clark saw his mother waiting with her. She smiled proudly.

“Clark, you look so handsome.”

“Thanks Mom,” he said, as she hugged him.

He thought briefly of the man who had raised him, and his birth parents, lost so long ago.

“He’s here,” Martha said. “And so are Jor-El and Lara. And I know they’re all so proud of you today.”

How did she know what he was thinking? And how did she always know the right thing to say?

Clark stood beside Oliver, glancing nervously at his watch. It was the same watch his father had worn – the one he’d almost lost when it had been stolen one night in Suicide Slums. He inhaled, then blew out the breath softly.

The music from the song Everything I Do began playing and the assembled crowd turned to look up the path. Clark watched as Julia walked slowly down the path, smiling, looking very beautiful in emerald green.

Kara was following in a matching dress. She smiled and winked at her cousin as he fidgeted slightly.

It was then that his breath caught. Lois was standing there in an ivory gown made of silk and lace. Her hair was done in soft curls which framed her gorgeous face. He was glad she had chosen not to wear a veil. He wouldn’t have missed this for the world.

He swallowed as she began walking toward him. He didn’t see anything else – not even her father, in his formal military gear, escorting her down the aisle. All he saw was Lois.

Lois smiled at him as she made it to his side. The celebrant smiled as they both turned to her.

“Ladies and gentlemen, today we are celebrating the marriage of Lois and Clark. Who supports Lois in her marriage to Clark?”

“I do,” Sam said proudly.

“Friends, we have been invited here today to share with Lois and Clark a very important moment in their lives. In the years they have known each other, their love and understanding of each other has grown and matured and now they have decided to live their lives together as husband and wife.

“Lois and Clark have chosen a reading from Shakespeare:

          Let me not to the marriage of true minds admit impediments
          Love is not love which alters when it alteration finds,
          Or bends with the remover to remove
          Oh no, it is an ever-fixed mark
          That looks on tempests and is never shaken;
          It is the star to every wandering bark,
          Whose worth’s unknown, although his height be taken
          Love’s not Time’s fool, though rosy lips and cheeks
          Within his bending sickle’s compass come;
          Love alters not with his brief hours and weeks,
          But bears it out even to the edge of doom
          If this be error and upon me proved
          I never writ, nor no man ever loved.

The rest of the ceremony passed in a blur. It wasn’t until Clark was putting the ring on Lois’ finger that he realised this had really happened. Then Lois was putting the ring on his finger, her hand shaking, and she clutched his hand tightly, seeking reassurance as she said her final vows.

Then the celebrant smiled.

“You may kiss the bride,” she said.

Clark pulled Lois into his arms and kissed her deeply, amid catcalls and whistles. Finally they turned and faced their friends.

“May I introduce to you Mr and Mrs Clark Kent,” the celebrant said.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jul. 1st, 2010 09:37 am (UTC)
Such a cute chapter. Well done honey. Loved Kara in the matching dress.
Jul. 1st, 2010 04:38 pm (UTC)
It was actually really hard to think of a colour that would work on both girls, so I hope it worked, lol. I wanted Kara to be involved in the wedding.
Jul. 1st, 2010 12:37 pm (UTC)

I have tears in my eyes! I love a good wedding. This was wonderful and sweet. great job honey!
Jul. 1st, 2010 04:39 pm (UTC)
Thanks. I've lost count of how many weddings I've written so far but I'm sure this must be my second Clois wedding.
Jul. 1st, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)

What a beautiful wedding! I love the reading of the sonnet - its very Clois somehow. And I grinned that as usual for an important occasion, Clark needed help with his tie!
Jul. 2nd, 2010 06:28 am (UTC)
I always find it hard to come up with something new when I write weddings, but a little research goes a long way.
Hee, Clark is hopeless, isn't he? Adorably so.
Glad you liked the chapter.
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