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The Seduction Plan 15/21

seduction plan Pairing: Kal/Lois
Rating: NC17 (eventually)
Characters: Perry, Lex, Kal, Lois
Feedback: Yes please
Genre: Drama, romance, AU
Disclaimer: Don't own the characters. Just taking off a few parts and changing them around and giving them new ones. Will put them back when I'm done.

Summary: Total AU where Kal grows up a Luthor and becomes publisher of the Daily Planet only to meet and decide to seduce its star reporter, Lois Lane.



Part Fifteen

Lois’ recovery seemed to occur in leaps and bounds under Kal’s tender loving care. By the weekend, she was fit enough to focus on the story. They had both decided the key to uncovering the connection between the power plant and the tenement fires was through Morgan Edge. But finding Edge was going to be complicated. Kal had talked to a number of Lois’ sources and none of them were talking about Morgan Edge. It seemed the man had the ability to put the fear of God into anyone remotely connected with him.

Lois had never considered, in the few years she had been a reporter, working with a partner. But somehow with Kal it just seemed right. In terms of experience, he was not that much of a rookie and Lois had come into the reporting gig a little late in the game. Having never really completed her college education and at a loose end, Chloe had encouraged her to give reporting a try after her one successful year as a reporter for the Met High paper.

She’d taken a job at the Inquisitor after writing a story that came to the attention of the editor. But her big break came in the guise of Green Arrow, which had eventually led her to the Blur.

Her first major story had catapulted her into the big leagues and Lois had been bitten by the journalism bug. That had been almost four years ago. That was when she’d been offered the job at the Daily Planet. And she’d been building her reputation ever since.

Knowing that Kal was the Blur didn’t change any of that. Maybe those that knew might question the ethics of covering stories which involved her boyfriend, or soon to be boyfriend, but there were few who did actually know his real identity and Kal didn’t seem to have a problem with it. What he did have a problem with was Lois’ penchant for getting into trouble.

She knew, thank you very much, just how dangerous it could be. But she also knew how to protect herself and besides, she knew of hundreds of other women who got into dangerous situations and she didn’t see him worrying about them. Okay, she conceded that he wasn’t in love with them, but loving someone didn’t mean suffocating them by being over-protective. And Kal was being over-protective, she’d argued in their first sort of fight since they’d both declared their feelings for each other.

“I’m being over-protective?” he asked in protest. “I’m not the one who got shot a week ago.”

“It’s not the first time someone’s taken a shot at me,” Lois told him. “I make a lot of enemies. You know, just because you’re invulnerable ...”

“Oh here we go,” he groaned. “You’re going to hold that against me now?”

“No, I’m not,” she returned. “All I’m trying to say is that being invulnerable gives you an advantage, that’s all. I’m not saying that what you do isn’t any less heroic just because you have super powers. Because I know how hard it is for you. You make life and death decisions when you’re out there and you have to make a call on which emergency you’re going to go to. And yes, someone else might get hurt because you’ve had to decide between them and the next person. And I bet it kills you inside.”

Kal looked at her, his eyes wide. “It does. And it scares me that one of those people might be you.”

They’d been standing arguing in the middle of his office, but Kal sighed and pulled her down to sit beside him on the couch.

“Lois, I don’t know what it is, but I’ve never felt this way about anyone. And that’s what scares me sometimes. Do you know what it was like for me when you got shot? I’d just admitted my feelings to myself and turned you away, thinking I was protecting you, and I wasn’t there for you. I wasn’t able to protect you when you needed it most and that terrified me.”

Lois got up from her perch beside him and sat in his lap, letting him put his arms around her.

“I know,” she said. “I know. And my feelings for you scare me too. But you can’t think like that. I mean, don’t you think when I go out there on an assignment, chasing down bad guys, that I don’t worry about things like that? I do, but I don’t let it rule my life. And I love that you want to protect me, but the Blur isn’t just about protecting one person. It’s about protecting the world, bringing out the hero in all of us.”

“Dad always thought it was about me conquering the world.”

“Do you want to conquer the world?” she asked, caressing his cheek.

“No, but I know someone I do want to conquer,” he said with a suggestive look.

Lois punched him in the shoulder. “Down boy,” she said. “Slow, remember?”

Kal pouted, giving her the puppy dog look that made her laugh. She kissed him softly, then stood up, pulling him up.

“Come on, we’ve got work to do.”

“Slave driver,” he muttered, but he was grinning.

Lois grabbed her jacket and took his hand. “So where are we going?” he asked.

“To talk to one of my contacts about Intergang.”

“I didn’t think anyone was talking,” he said, quickly grabbing his own jacket.

“Trust me, feed this guy a good meal and he would even give you Colonel Sanders secret recipe of the ten herbs and spices. Speaking of which, we better pick up some on the way.”

“Herbs and spices?” Kal asked, kidding around.

Lois shot him a look and rolled her eyes. “Gee, you’re funny rich boy. Got any more one-liners?”

“Give me time to consult my Stand Up For Dummies,” he said, and she laughed.

As they got in the car – the fleet car, not his Ferrari, Lois looked at him.

“You know, I’ve kind of been thinking about this the past few days. I mean, if you’re thinking about going public as the Blur, maybe we should think about some kind of cover for you.”

“Like what?”

“Well, like Clark Kent, for instance. I mean, why stop with just the name. Why not use the whole persona?”

“I don’t know, Lois.”

“Think about it, Kal. If you went out in the field as a reporter and told them you were Kal Luthor, do you really think they’re going to talk to you? I mean, you’re a big guy, and you can be intimidating when you want to be. But that’s the thing. You might just intimidate them into shutting up, especially when they find out you’re the son of the richest man in Metropolis. No matter how you sugar coat it.”

“Maybe you have a point,” he began.

“Have you talked to Lex about this? About coming out of the superhero closet?”

Kal coughed, reddening. Lois patted him on the back.

“Sorry,” she said. “Probably poor choice of words.”

“You’re telling me,” he said hoarsely.

“It’s just ... well, anything you do impacts on the Luthor family, right, so maybe this is something the whole family should talk about.”

Kal was silent as he drove. Lois had made some very good points. And maybe she was right. He couldn’t very well write as Kal Luthor, and the Clark Kent pseudonym had been working extremely well. The paper had been fielding calls from members of the public all week wanting to know who Clark Kent was. Lois had also received so many flowers from well-wishers that her apartment looked like a florists.

He had meant to talk the situation over with Lex a few days ago, but his focus had been on making sure Lois was resting and recuperating. They’d spent three days holed up in her apartment, even when she’d insisted she was fine and didn’t need a babysitter. He’d only left her a couple of times. Once to pick up some food that Lex’s housekeeper had cooked for them - since he was still fairly hopeless at cooking, and the other to attend a meeting with all the Daily Planet department heads.

After the first night, when Lois had discovered he’d slept on the floor, she’d insisted that he sleep in her bed. She only had one rule and that was no hanky panky. Kal had stuck to the rule, for the most part. But he couldn’t resist putting an arm around her waist, laying claim to her body. And Lois didn’t seem to mind all that much.

He parked where Lois told him to, secretly enjoying the way she bossed him around. Not that he would ever admit to that in a million years.

Lois got out, taking the package of food with her. They’d made sure to get the works. Kal followed her cautiously into the building – it looked like a converted warehouse. He waited while she approached what appeared to be a large steel door, and knocked.

“Mickey? It’s Lois. Lois Lane.”

There was the sound of scuffling inside, then locks turning and the door slid open, hitting the doorstop with a loud clang.

“This better be good Lane,” he said. He began sniffing. “Chicken? And hmm, let me see, garlic bread. Must be Italian. Am I right?”

“Yes,” Lois told him, handing him the package.

Mickey took the package then looked curiously at Kal.

“Whoa, who’s that? Breaking in a new partner Lane?”

“Yes. This is Clark Kent.”

Kal stood back, eyebrows raised in alarm as Mickey began peering, then sniffing at him.

“You’re a big guy, he’s a big guy Lane. But he doesn’t look like a Kent. He dresses more like money.”

Kal almost rolled his eyes. The guy would be a fashionista. He followed them inside.

“So Lane,” Mickey said. “I heard you nearly got yourself a one-way trip to the big old newspaper in the sky.”

“Well, as you can see, I’m perfectly fine. Now we need information.”

“When do you not,” Mickey said, opening the package and taking out the container. “Lane, you’ve outdone yourself,” he said, grabbing a piece of chicken and munching appreciatively.

“Nice to know I’ve impressed you. Morgan Edge. What do you know about him?”

“Senior or junior,” Mickey said, speaking around the mouthful of chicken.

“I thought Morgan senior was dead.”

“Naw, just in hiding. Especially after what old man Luthor did to him. I tell ya, never cross a Luthor. They’ll get ya every time.”

Lois quickly shot Kal a look, telling him not to rise to the bait.

“We think Edge might be behind a development near the East River. The tenement fire last week.”

“Yeah, I’ve heard that rumour.”

“So it’s not true?” Kal asked.

Mickey munched thoughtfully. “Well, some of it, yeah. I mean, word on the street is that some of Edge’s pals are putting the squeeze on these slum lords. Trying to get them to sell up. But their tenants ain’t going to go easy, ya know? Like, it’s the only homes they got. So the slum lords are putting up the rents and trying to force them out by making it so they can’t afford the places, but the tenants are still refusing to leave. And it ain’t like the city council can do anything.”

“Surely the tenants can find somewhere ...”

“Where?” Mickey asked Kal. “Most of them are on unemployment and they can barely afford to eat, let alone pay rent. These slumlords squeeze them for every penny they got, and then some, and most of them are working two, three jobs just to feed their kids. They live in squalor, most of them. The slumlords don’t do any maintenance on the buildings and they’re lucky that not more of them have been killed through those fires. A’course, we got the Blur to thank for most of that. I tell ya, that guy’s a god send. Ain’t no two ways about it.”

Mickey took a breath, then picked up the package again and took out the dessert – chocolate mousse.

“Lane you are a gem and a half. Ya know, I would have sent flowers when you got hit, but ...”

“Don’t worry about it Mickey,” Lois told him. “What else can you tell us?”

“From what I hear, Edge and his cronies have a place down by the waterfront. It’s a club. Called Atlantis. His old man ran it in the old days, before Luthor got to him.”

That was the second time Mickey had mentioned Lionel and something he was supposed to have done to Morgan. Had Lionel lied about his past dealings with Morgan?

“What exactly did D ... Lionel do to Morgan? Senior, I mean?”

“All I know is, Luthor was supposed to take the fall for a big tenement fire that killed his parents. And Edge fingered him for it. Well, Luthor gets off and there’s this big fire fight down at the docks between Luthor and Edge and Edge lost.”

“How do you know all this?” Kal asked him.

“I used to work for Luthor. Long time ago.”

Even Lois looked startled at that. She glanced uneasily at Kal. But Mickey didn’t seem to notice.

“I heard the old man retired. Ya know, he might be a ruthless son of a bitch, but his two boys, they really make the Luthor name. Something to look up to, ya know?”

Lois touched his arm before they got back in the car.

“I didn’t know he worked for your father. Mickey doesn’t give a lot away.”

“It’s okay, Lois,” he said. “It’s not your fault.”

“It sounds like he admires you though,” Lois said. “Like a lot of people do. You should be proud of who you are, Kal. You and Lex, you’re making a difference. People respect the Luthor name. And not because they’re afraid.”

Kal pressed close to her, kissing her softly on the lips.

“Thank you,” he said.

His phone vibrated and he looked at the message. Lex.

“You up to a family dinner?” he asked.

“The mansion?”

“No, the penthouse. We can stop by your apartment so you can change.”

“You sure you want me there?”

“Lois ...”

“Okay, fine. Will Martha be there?”

“I assume so. I think Lex invited Lana too.”

“Wow, he’s a fast worker. They’ve been dating what, two weeks?”

“Pot ... kettle.”

Lois grinned. “Let’s go then. Chop chop.”

Kal rolled his eyes and got in the car.

An hour later he parked the Ferrari in his usual spot, noticing that a Mercedes had been parked in the guest park. He got out, then helped Lois out of her seat. She was dressed in a pretty coral coloured blouse and tailored black pants. He looked her over and smiled.

“What?” she asked.

“I’m just thinking I like your outfit.” She’d only tried about ten different outfits before she was satisfied. Lois smiled back at him.

“Thanks,” she said, taking his hand. “You scrub up pretty well yourself. For a spoiled rich boy.”

“Cute, Lane,” he said, dodging as she tried to muss his hair.

They were greeted at the door by Lex, who kissed Lois on the cheek. “You’re looking very pretty tonight, Lois. How are you feeling?”


“I hope you’re not working too hard,” he asked solicitously. “You really should take a little more time off.”

“Yeah, but as Perry always says, news doesn’t take a vacation.”

Lex sent his brother a pointed look. “I thought you were looking after her?”

“I am,” Kal told him. “Trust me, trying to keep her away from work is like Mission Impossible.”

Lois nudged him in the ribs and he pretended to wince. He wasn’t sure if Lana knew the truth about him. Fortunately, Lana had turned to get drinks for them all. Lois turned on him.

“Don’t even pretend that hurt,” she growled. “And I’ll get you back for that later,” she said.

Martha and Lionel were sitting together on the couch drinking wine. Lana came back in with a glass of orange juice for Lois and wine for Kal. Lois looked wistfully at the wine.

“I’m sorry, Lois,” Lana said. “I thought you might still be on pain meds.”

“Actually I am,” Lois told her. “Thanks.”

“So how are you feeling?” Lana asked.

“I’m good. Kal’s been taking good care of me,” she said, with a smile at her man. He smiled back and lifted his glass in a silent toast to her.

Mrs Kennedy announced dinner a short time later and they all went in to eat. Lois listened in on the conversation, watching everyone talk animatedly. Lex and Lana seemed to be getting along very well and he seemed happy. She was glad. Lex had been great from the moment they’d met at the mansion two weeks earlier.

It was so hard to believe it had only been three weeks since she’d met Kal. Everything had happened so fast, but she was a big believer in following the philosophy that if something felt right, why question it. She remembered something her mother had told her a long time ago. Ella Lane had been reading her a story – it might have been Cinderella, or Sleeping Beauty, and she’d asked whether she would find her prince one day.

“One day, you’re going to meet someone and you will just know he’s your Prince Charming.”

But who knew her Prince Charming would turn out to be not only the youngest son of one of the richest families in Metropolis, but an alien superhero to boot. And the sexiest man she’d ever seen.

“Lois, you seem awfully quiet.”

“Just thinking,” she told Martha, who smiled knowingly. Lois guessed she knew what it was like to be young and in love.

“So, Dad, have you two set a date yet?”

“As a matter of fact, Lex, we have. Martha and I have decided that we will marry in three weeks’ time.”

“Three weeks? That’s a little soon, isn’t it?”

Lionel looked fondly at Martha. “Well, Martha just wants something quiet. With just family. And who am I to deny her that?”

After dinner, Lex took Lana home, promising to be back shortly. Lois guessed he was taking it slowly with the brunette. He clearly liked her a lot and she certainly didn’t seem to be like the usual woman Lois had heard he’d dated. From what she knew of Lana, she wasn’t a gold-digger. And she had her own successful career as an artist.

“So Dad,” Kal asked. “I’m guessing this wasn’t just a family dinner.”

“Well, son, you’re right. Your brother and I have been discussing the current quandary you seem to be in.”

“I’m doing fine, Dad.”

“But the Blur is not, son. There seems to be a backlash against super-powered individuals and I for one feel it is time we did something about it.”

“You have some suggestions?”

“I recommend we wait for your brother,” Lionel said.

They didn’t have long to wait. Lex came in ten minutes later and immediately poured himself a drink.

“So?” Kal said.

Lionel and Lex looked at each other. Then Lex sighed.

“Kal, I know you want to help the citizens of Metropolis, and that’s great, but there are people out there who are starting to paint you as vigilantes.”

“Well, then, why don’t we do a series of stories at the Planet. Focusing on the good things that the Blur has done,” Lois suggested.

“I don’t think that’s going to cut it, Lois, but I’m glad to see you’re on board with this.” Lex looked at his brother. “Kal, you mentioned something this shock jock said. About superheroes in the shadows.”

“So you’re saying Kal should come out in public? But how?”

“Weren’t you saying just today something about using a cover?” Kal said to Lois.

“Well, yeah, but I hadn’t really thought beyond that.”

“We have,” Lex said. He glanced at Martha, who nodded.

“I may have something,” she said, picking up a drawing pad they’d glanced at earlier but had never really paid much notice to. Lois now saw there was what appeared to be a costume. The body of it was coloured blue with an insignia of the Blur on the chest in red and yellow.

Kal frowned. “It looks kind of ... tight,” he said.

“Cuts down wind resistance when you’re flying,” Lex said.

“And I’m not so sure about the cape,” he said, indicating the red cape which flowed from the back.

“I like it,” Lois told him. “And with that costume no-one’s going to be looking at your face.”

“Lois,” he protested.

“Well, they don’t call them tights for nothing,” Martha grinned.

“Why couldn’t it be leather or something?” Kal asked.

“And steal Green Arrow’s thunder?” Lois smirked. “I’m sure Ollie would love you for that.”

“But people are going to look at my face and they’ll know it’s me. Especially at work.”

“Not if you use some kind of distortion field,” Lex suggested. “I bet Jor-El could come up with something.”

“And if you use the Clark Kent persona, like we did today, and, ooh, maybe he could ... I don’t know, wear different clothes, or ooh, I know, glasses.”

“Glasses? Do I want to look like a nerd? Come on, Lois.”

“It’ll only be when we’re out in the field, Kal,” she said, looking at him imploringly.

“I don’t seem to have much choice do I?” he said.

“Not if you want to help people. And not if you don’t want to continue to be seen as a vigilante.”

“There’s only one thing,” Martha said. “If you’re going to be publicly outed, so to speak, as a superhero, I think you’ll need a better name than the Blur.”

“Nietzsche talked about the ubermensch, a being who had achieved full power. ‘Behold the ubermensch. Man is something to be overcome’,” Lex quoted.

“Yeah, but Nietzsche was suggesting that the ubermensch was possible for all men, not just one being,” Kal pointed out. “It’s a self-actualizing journey.”

“But that’s what the Blur is all about,” Lois said. “Inspiring others to greatness. Finding the hero in all of us.” Her eyes took on a dreamy look as she gazed at the insignia. It looked almost like an ‘S’. “Ubermensch. Superman.”

“Superman,” Martha said, nodding approvingly.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 19th, 2010 01:37 pm (UTC)
Wonderful chapter honey. You manage to work so many details into your stories that they totally amaze me. I'm really enjoying reading this.
Oct. 19th, 2010 04:48 pm (UTC)
I try to work in as many details as I can without making them too full, if you know what I mean. I'm so glad it works for you. The chapter I told you about is coming up soon.
Oct. 19th, 2010 02:46 pm (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE this new chapter!!! Really loved the ending of this chapter honey.
Oct. 19th, 2010 04:49 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon. Since they used it in the show, I felt it was a good way to bring in Nietzsche and the whole Superman mythos.
Oct. 20th, 2010 01:04 am (UTC)
You're continuing to rock this story.
Oct. 20th, 2010 06:00 am (UTC)
Thanks hon, I'm glad you're still enjoying this.
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