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Kryptonian Consort 9/?


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 [info]ctbn60 



Chapter Nine

Clark leaned his head against the tree, enjoying the last rays of afternoon sun. Lois lay with her head on his chest, her hand splayed on his belly. She was lazily running her finger in circles on his navel.

“Stop that,” he sighed. “You know we can’t get into anything.”

“Says who?” she drawled softly.

“If my parents ...”

Lois lifted her head, her elbow on his chest. “When are you going to tell them about us?”

“Let’s see ... hmm, maybe when my Dad wins the lottery?”

Lois slapped his chest. “Are you ashamed of me Spaceboy?”

Clark frowned down at her. “Ashamed of you? Why would I be ashamed of you? No, Lois, it’s just ... they wouldn’t understand. Especially about Kryptonian stuff.” He sighed, then ran his hand along her bare arm until he touched the bracelet, which she never took off unless she was in the farmhouse, thus in sight of the elder Kents. “They think I’m too young to know what I want.”

“This from the man who had a crush on the girl next door from grade school,” Lois huffed.

“That was different. That really was a crush. You and I ... we’re destined to be. The bracelet proved that.”

“Mmm,” Lois stretched lazily, almost like a cat as she continued to snuggle close to him.

Clark sighed. “School day after tomorrow.”


“Which means you’ll be going to Met U.”

Lois looked up, hearing the shift in tone in Clark’s voice.

“It’s not like you couldn’t come to Metropolis and visit me,” she said. “Although, I wouldn’t want you doing anything that might get you caught.”

“Not to mention I have school, homework, chores. We’d be lucky if we got a Saturday here and there,” he said.

It was Lois’ turn to sigh. “You’re right. But look on the bright side. There’s always phone sex.”


Clark missed the opportunity to say any more as he heard his mother calling him in to dinner. He gently pushed Lois off.

“Dinner,” he said, getting to his feet.

Lois stared up at him, pouting. “I’m losing my favourite pillow. Over dinner.”

“It’s not just any dinner. It’s pot roast. My favourite.”

Lois cocked an eyebrow. “Pot roast?”

“You’ve obviously never tasted my mom’s pot roast,” he said, smacking his lips.

Lois punched  his arm and he grinned. “Careful. You’ll hurt yourself.”

“Smartass. You’re a smartass, Smallville.”

They walked together over the fields to the house. Martha looked at them as they came in.

“What have you two been up to?” she said.

“I was just showing Lois around the farm,” Clark told her. He’d made sure his hair wasn’t all mussed up and didn’t show any evidence of what he and Lois had been doing. But Martha gave him a look he knew too well. As if she knew when he wasn’t quite telling the truth.

“Staying for dinner, Lois?”

“Uh, well, I guess ... would it be okay? I mean the general’s in Metropolis, so he’s not expecting me back. Something to do with the case and Lex.”

“You’re more than welcome,” Martha smiled warmly. “Clark, set the table please.”

“Yes Mom.”

Dinner was the kind of family gathering that Lois would have loved to have had with her family. It wasn’t that her family was that dysfunctional. When her mother was alive, she had tried to have the same kind of family dinners that the Kents obviously had, but with Sam always out on army business, and her mother sick with the cancer, Lois’ memories of those days were vague to say the least. So it was nice to get to know the other side of it. To know how a real family sat down to dinner.

She loved how free and easy the Kents were. She understood the elder couple’s need to protect Clark’s secret, and she was going to do her utmost to do the same. Clark was hers and she protected what was hers.

She watched as Jonathan teased his son about something that had happened during the day before she’d got there and smiled to herself as Clark gave it right back. She wished her father was that easy with her, but he wasn’t, and would never be.

Clark walked her out to her car.

“I really like your Mom and Dad,” she said.

“Yeah. They like you too.”

“How can you tell?” she asked

Clark just shrugged and smiled. His expression took on a furtiveness and she knew he was checking to see where his parents were.

“They’re watching tv,” he said. He leaned forward, his arms around her, pulling her in for a kiss. “Come by tomorrow, before you have to go to Metropolis,” he said.

“I will,” she promised. She let him go and got into her car, reversing and driving out to the gate, watching him in the rear view mirror.

Clark went inside, preparing to sneak up to his room. But Mom called out.

“Clark, can you come in here a minute?”

Clark hesitated. Damn, he thought. He’d hoped to have gotten away with it.

“Yeah, Mom. What is it?”

He sat down in the stuffed armchair, looking at his parents, who were both stretched out on the sofa, relaxing.

“Son, I know you’re seventeen, but don’t you think you’re a little young to get so serious with a girl?”


“Well, you and Lois seem very close,” Mom pointed out. “Plus I’ve heard the two of you arguing.”

“Yes, arguing. Like two people who aren’t friends.” Well, it wasn’t technically lying, since they weren’t actually friends. They were far, far more than that.

“In my day, we would have called that foreplay,” Dad commented. That earned him a slap on the arm and a sharp look from his wife. “Well, it’s true, Martha.”

Clark grimaced. Talking about sex with his parents was just ... he shuddered. And the thought that his parents might actually still do the deed themselves was even worse.

“Urgh! Dad! I really don’t want to have this conversation.”

“We’re just saying, son. We like Lois. We think she’s good for you. She certainly keeps you on your toes, from what I’ve heard. But just take my advice. Take it slowly. You’re both still very young.”

There was no point in even trying to lie to his parents. Except by omission. Something he’d learned a long time ago. Denying it didn’t help anything. So don’t deny. Just nod and agree.

“Okay, Dad. I’ll think about it.”

Next day, after his chores were done, Clark hung out in the field, tossing a football around. He and his father used to play when he’d been little, until Clark had got too fast with his super speed. Now as he fooled around with the ball, he could just imagine the announcer, commentating on the last game of the playoffs.

He threw the ball, then sped forward, grabbing it out of mid air, then made it back to the fenceline before anyone could see him using his superspeed.

“Nice arm, farmboy,” Lois smirked. “So when’s the first game?”

“I’m not on the team,” he told her.

“Why not? Guaranteed get out of geek free pass.”

Clark looked at her coolly, not wanting to give in to her teasing. “Thanks, but I never considered myself a geek.”

Lois grinned at him. “Why not? I happen to like geeks. Well, this one at least,” she said, licking his ear.

“Lois, they might see.”

“And this is a problem how? Clark they’re going to figure us out sooner or later. Your parents aren’t dumb.”

“Actually,” he said, blushing, “I kind of think they have. They sort of gave me a lecture last night about getting too serious. With you. Too serious with you.”

Lois frowned, looking toward the house. “They said that? Damn, they’re good.”

“So much for keeping it below radar.”

“Well, you know, all the arguing we do, it’s kind of like foreplay. It’s no wonder they’re on to us.”

Clark sighed. First his father had said it and now Lois.

“Gee, thanks. Now I feel better.”

Lois leaned in to kiss him, but the sound of tyres crunching in the gravel had them turning to look at the visitor. Lois sighed as the general got out.

“Daddy. Don’t you have three thousand guys to babysit. Do you really have to keep checking up on me.”

“It would seem so,” the general replied wryly. “Why didn’t you tell me you didn’t have enough credits to finish high school.”

“Well, considering you transferred right before graduation, Daddy, I didn’t exactly ... wait, what does this mean?”

“It means young lady, you failed the last semester of high school. No Met U until you get those credits. Never mind, I’m sure Clark will be only too happy to show you around.”

“Around where?” Clark said, simultaneously with Lois. Although he knew exactly what the general was referring to. Part of him wanted to keep the teasing going, knowing how much she’d hated high school. The other part of him was whooping for joy and thinking, yes, I get to spend my senior year with her. Am I lucky or what?

Lois glanced at him, then turned back to the general, who continued smirking at his daughter.

“Bright and early tomorrow morning, you start Smallville High.”

Lois sighed. “Great,” she said.

Clark wondered if she was just keeping up appearances, or whether she really was annoyed at the fact that she was now forced to repeat her senior year. He watched as the general pulled away, then pulled Lois with him into the barn.

“Are you really upset about this?”

“Clark, just this morning I was going to be a freshman at Met U, now ...” She sighed.

“But don’t you see? That means we get to spend more time together.”

Lois bit her lip. “Well, I guess there is a silver lining.”

It was true. She hadn’t liked the thought of being separated from him, even for a few days. It was as if the bond didn’t want them separated for too long. She wasn’t sure she’d be able to survive days without seeing him. Even just sleeping with him. There were times when they’d snuck off to the far end of the farm and just lay there, dozing in the sun, holding each other.

It was at those times that Lois was reminded of a teddy bear she’d had when she was young. She had been three or four and she had been terrified of thunder and lightning. Back then, the general had been less gruff, and her mother had talked Sam into buying her a huge teddy bear, even though he’d protested, saying he didn’t want his daughter growing up afraid of the dark. Ellen Lane had reminded him that Lois was still a little girl and she needed comfort, not orders to ‘buck up’.

When Lois was afraid, or feeling particularly sad, she would pull out the teddy bear, which of course was a lot smaller than she remembered, and think about those times. And she would feel happy, and safe.

“I remind you of your teddy bear?” Clark laughed when she told him the story.

“Well, yeah, you do. I mean, I always felt better after hugging it. And you make me feel safe. And wanted. And ... and loved. I haven’t really had that since I was little.”

“Okay, fine. I’ll be your teddy bear,” Clark chuckled. “But if you ever call me Pookie or Snookums or anything teddy bear ish I’m going to have to punish you.”

Lois had looked at him. “Punish me how?” she said, a look of challenge in her eyes.

“No nooky for a week,” he told her, right before he proceeded to give her just that. And the silliness of the conversation went completely out of her head after that. Until the next time she wanted to tease him. She’d called him Pookie and he’d chased her around the back paddock, scaring the grazing animals until they’d collapsed in the grass, laughing.

Lois sighed as she got ready for school the next day. She would have to swing by the apartment Chloe shared with her Dad. It was tiny. But then Uncle Gabe wasn’t working, thanks to a certain Luthor, and they didn’t have much money. It was all very well for Clark to say they could spend more time together, but it was going to be hard with Chloe around. She loved her cousin, but given Chloe’s history with Clark, she didn’t really want to get into a fight.

They’d decided to keep up the pretence of the ‘just friends’ routine around everyone. It just seemed easier that way. And it was no act to walk into that high school as if she hated it. Lois was the least academic person of all her friends and the thought of repeating her senior year ...

“You know, socially divisive cliques and hall passes aside, this place isn’t all that bad,” her blonde cousin assured her.

Lois groaned as she drove into the parking lot, parking her car. “It’s the varsity version of Dante’s seventh ring,” she replied, thinking of the book Dante’s Inferno and the levels of hell.

Chloe was not fazed. “Come on. Do you know how many people would kill to relive their senior year in high school?”

“Make that semester,” Lois told her. “Five more credits and I am out of this cow pile.”

Chloe frowned, nonplussed. “Wait a minute. Five credits in one semester? Lois, the only way you’re going to do that is if you add an extracurricular to your class list.” Both girls grabbed their bags and started walking into the foyer. “Like, say, maybe ... writing for the Torch.”

Lois rolled her eyes. “No hard feelings here, cuz, but unlike you, the last thing I want to be is a reporter.”

Chloe rolled her own eyes in return. “Yeah, God. What could be worse than, you know, uncovering the truth and protecting the public.”

Lois had enough to worry about. What with the fact that her boyfriend was an alien with super-powers. The last thing she wanted was for a reporter to come sticking their nose into her and Clark’s business. And much as she loved her cousin, she knew Chloe was the type to not let go of a lead until she got what she wanted. God only knew how Clark had managed to keep under her radar all that time. If he really had. Chloe was good at uncovering secrets, and she was even better at keeping them.

“And sticking your nose in other people’s business,” Lois finally answered her cousin, who just grinned and put her arm around Lois’ waist.

“Like I said, you’d be perfect. Come on, let’s go. It’s going to be great having you here.”


Clark was waiting for Lois and Chloe to come in when he noticed Abigail Fine walking in. At least, he thought it was her. She had changed so much. And clearly, other people thought so too.

“Check it out,” they said, whistling. “New girl.”

She walked past him, long blonde hair flowing over her shoulders as she smiled at him.

“Hi Clark.”

Clark’s eyes widened as he got a good look at her. “Abby?”

She bent forward slightly, opening her locker. “Actually, it’s Abigail now,” she smiled.

“I almost didn’t recognise you,” he said.

Abby’s smile became even wider. “After an entire summer in recovery? Good. With any luck, this old locker will be the only thing that stays the same this year.”

“Yeah, um, that shouldn’t be a problem,” he returned. He was sure that every guy watching was mad with jealousy because she was talking to him. Every guy, well every heterosexual guy in the corridor was probably dying to ask her out. Hell, if he didn’t have Lois, he would have wanted to ask her out. He might be in love with the most gorgeous girl on the planet, but he had eyes! And he liked what he saw.

Abby continued talking to him for a few more minutes, then smiled at him as she left to go to homeroom. She passed Chloe and Lois in the hall.

“Good morning, Clark. Hey ... Abby,” Chloe exclaimed. “Whoa! Either she spent an entire summer at a silicon farm, or I am shopping at the wrong make up counter.”

Lois frowned. “How old is she? Seventeen? That’s like messing with the batter before the cookies are even baked!”

Chloe looked at her cousin. And it seemed like her own insecurities were coming to the surface.

“Don’t tell me the world isn’t nicer to prettier people. Besides, you know, I mean, it’s her body and if it makes her feel better, then it’s none of our business.” She stared at Lois, who was practically glaring at her. “What?”

“I’m just stumped that Miss ‘Letters to the Editor’ doesn’t find it one bit disgusting that a girl would get nipped and tucked to transform into some plastic pod person.”

“I think she looks great,” Clark told her.

Lois just smirked at him. “What a shocker.” But the look she gave him told him something else entirely.

Lois continued on her soapbox for a few more minutes, the result of which was Chloe persuading her to write her first story.

“Well, I better get to the Torch. Coming Lois?”

“Uh, no, I have to go to the office and get my class schedule. Smallville, show me where.”

Clark made a face, as if it was a chore and let Lois drag him away. She found an empty room and pulled him inside.

“What the hell was that?” she said. “You thought she looked great?”

“What did you want me to say? I was being honest. Besides, you said ...”

“I know what I said,” she replied, practically stomping her foot.

“Lois, are you jealous? Because you know, I think you’re way better looking than Abby.”

“Don’t try and score points, Smallville. You ...”

“I what, Lois? Because did it ever occur to you that I’m actually trying to be supportive to a friend? And that’s all she is. A friend. Okay, maybe I did think that for a second I might like, you know, but I wouldn’t because I’m with you and you’re all I care about. And maybe, just maybe there is a bigger issue at work here.”

“Like what? That she, I don’t know, broke a nail in third grade or something? I’m sure that would be a traumatic experience.”

“No. Abby was bullied by the jocks. It’s no wonder she resorted to surgery. You have no idea what it’s like to be treated like the biggest loser around, do you? Well I do.”

Lois blinked hard at him for a few moments. “Oh, god, Clark, I’m sorry, I never ... I didn’t know. Was it really that bad? For her ... and ... and you?”

Clark nodded. Lois sighed softly and put her arms around him, hugging him.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I just thought ... she isn’t giving herself a chance. Seventeen is too young for something that drastic.”

“I know. But she looks like she feels good about herself and I guess that’s what matters most to her.”

“And while we’re on the subject,” Lois said, giving him a quick kiss. “I don’t think of you as a loser. I might treat you like a geek sometimes, but that’s only because I like busting your chops.”

“I like that you like busting my chops,” he grinned. Lois rolled her eyes and pulled away, grabbing his hand.

“Come on, spaceboy, take me to your leader.”

“Lois ...”

“It’s a joke, Smallville. Lighten up. I just meant take me to the school office. I really do have to get my class schedule.”

Clark shook his head, sighing, and followed her out of the room.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:04 am (UTC)
Great chapter honey! I love that martha and jonathan are onto them. They are pretty smart! I also like the lead in to the abby episode and lois having to go back to school. :)
Sep. 28th, 2010 02:37 am (UTC)
Nothing gets past Martha. Although I don't think the elder Kents know that Lois and Clark are actually having sex yet.
Sep. 28th, 2010 07:15 pm (UTC)
great new chapter honey. Not feeling too good. One of my aunts passed away Sunday so I avoided Twitter and LJ.
Sep. 29th, 2010 05:16 am (UTC)
I saw that in one of your posts and wanted to email you, but I know what it's like when a member of the family dies - you're so busy you don't have time for anything else. *Hugs*

So glad you enjoyed the chapter.
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