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Kryptonian Consort 12/?

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 Twelve

Lois and Clark still had the problem of whether or not to reveal to his parents the extent of their relationship. Clark knew his parents weren’t going to be happy with the thought of him having sex, let alone that technically under Kryptonian law he and Lois were married. Or the fact that Lois knew everything about him.

They had other problems to contend with. Especially when the cheerleaders’ boyfriends started acting ‘Stepford’ on them.

Lois and Clark stood in the corridor, watching as the football jocks carried around the girls’ books, and bags as if they were servants.

“Will you look at that,” Lois commented. “Looks like the pom pom parade got themselves some new pets.”

The head cheerleader Mandy sneered at her. “Yeah, and where did you get your boy toy. Sears for Losers?”

Oh yeah, that’s witty, Lois thought.

Lois wanted to slap the girl, but Clark held her back. She turned and looked at him, realising he was wearing a letterman jacket.

“Oh god, don’t tell me you went and joined them,” she said.

“It’s just a letterman’s jacket,” he said. “Pretty cool, though.”

“What do you need a jacket for anyway,” she said as they walked along the corridor.

“It’s called school spirit. And you’d know that if you spent more time actually in school, rather than on the phone trying to get out.”

“You know I’m trying to get into Met U,” she said. “Why are you riding me?”

They were two doors away from the Torch office. Clark pulled her to the side, looking upset. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I don’t mean to. It’s just ... this is hard for me.”

“I know, Clark, but you said you’d help me. You promised.”

“Okay, okay, but let’s just try to survive another week here first, okay?”

“’K.” They resumed walking and entered the Torch office. Chloe was walking back and forth trying to layout pages.

“Hey Chloe,” Lois said, dropping into the chair. “Have you seen the way the football jocks have been acting lately? It’s like some freakish Stepford universe.”

“Yeah, not to mention one of them goes postal in the boys’ locker room with a shotgun,” Chloe answered. “I was going to do an article on it but my two reporters are never here ... oh wait, there you are,” she said, with a meaningful look at Clark.

“Yeah, um, I need to talk to you about that Chloe,” he said, rubbing the back of his neck and looking uncomfortable. “I need to quit the Torch.”


“Well, with football practice and everything, it’s taking up a lot of my time and I just ... don’t think I can find the time.”

“And I’m still trying to storm the gates of Met U to get them to change their admission policy.” With that, she picked up her mobile phone and dialled the university. “Yeah, it’s Lois Lane. I need to speak to the Dean of Admissions. Yes, I’ll hold,” she sighed.

“But wait, Lois, Clark, I need someone to talk to Danny at Smallville Medical Centre. He woke up with second degree burns and apologising non-stop.”

Clark looked at her apologetically. “No can do, Chloe, sorry. I’ve got football practice.”

Chloe looked at Lois, who was still holding, then she sat up at attention.  “Dean Marshall? Lois Lane. It’s about your admissions policy. Well, can’t you make an exception?” She stood up, walking out the door, leaving Chloe staring at Clark.

“Well, guess I have my work cut out for me,” she said.

Clark shrugged. He left the office, passing Lois in the hall. She sent him a grin and slapped him on the butt as he passed. He made his way to the locker room, thinking about the last two days. Danny had attacked Coach Teague in the locker room and the only thing that had stopped him from shooting the coach had been Clark using his heat vision on the shotgun. When he’d told Lois about it, all she said was that she hoped he’d been careful not to be seen. Since Coach Teague had been unconscious at the time, there wasn’t much chance of him being detected, but she still warned him to be careful.

Since Danny was the quarterback, and had now been effectively dismissed from the team for the attack, Clark was now the new starting quarterback. And the decision had not been popular with his team-mates. They’d been playing together for three years and now a guy who had been playing less than two weeks was quarterback.

As Clark entered the locker room, one of the guys thrust his football jersey at him. Clark could see that the other players were holding up what looked like brand new jersies.

“What’s going on?” he asked.

The boy who had thrust the jersey at him just glared at him. “You owe me one, Clark. I saved it from the toilet.”

Clark sighed. So much for trying to be different this year, he thought. At least he still had Lois.

He realised the source of all this new-found wealth for the team when Jason walked past him.

“All right ladies, listen up. You’ve obviously found the new jerseys. I want to introduce you to the man responsible for them. Lex Luthor.”

Lex, looking as rich and arrogant as always in an Armani suit, looked at them.

“The coaches tell me this is going to be a rebuilding season. And I want to encourage you to keep at it. In my life, I’ve learned that you can never give up on something that means a lot to you, even when you’re coming off a losing season.” Clark didn’t miss the pointed look in his direction. He almost snorted with derision. Lex continued. “You keep trying. Because sometimes you just need a fresh start. So please, enjoy the new uniforms.”

Clark watched Lex with narrowed eyes as Jason dismissed the team and sent them out for practice. He wondered if Lex was still going to tell his parents about him and Lois. It looked as if he was trying to manipulate things as usual.

As Lex approached, Clark glared at him.

“I know what you’re doing,” he said. “But you can’t buy back my friendship.”

Clark was still on his way out of the locker room when he saw Chloe trying to talk to Coach Teague. She approached him, after being soundly rejected by the Coach, realising she was going to try to get him to work on the story about the attack.

“Hey, Clark, I know you’re not journalistically inclined right now, but ...”

“Not a good time, Chloe,” he said, as he prepared to jog out to join his team mates. Chloe looked disappointed and went over to the water cooler, taking a drink. He turned away and began to call the play.

Lois was on the phone in the Torch office, still trying to get someone from the university to listen to her when Chloe came in.

“Uh, Lois, look, I’m going to need you to run with the psycho quarterback story. You might want to interview his girlfriend Mandy. You know, the cheerleader?”

Lois looked at her cousin. “Hi, I’m busy trying to get out of Mayberry,” she said.

Chloe didn’t seem to have heard her. She smiled beatifically.

“That’s fine. Do whatever you want. You’re in charge now. I’m quitting the Torch.”

Lois sat up in her chair and stared at her cousin. “Whoa! Wait. Quitting? Why?”

Chloe’s smile just bugged her. There was something up with her cousin.

“I finally understood why it never worked with Clark,” Chloe said.

Okay, Lois thought. This was going to be good. Since Clark wasn’t interested in her cousin that way. But she realised something weird was going on so she decided to bite. Chloe kept talking as if she didn’t have a care in the world.

“Because I was never there for him! I was always here, buried in this stupid school newspaper. I wasn’t devoted to him. But that’s all going to change now.”

Okay, somehow she’d woken up this morning in the Twilight Zone. Or maybe Pleasantville. Because Chloe was acting a little ... she was acting a lot Stepford. Just like the football players. And Lois would bet a whole month’s allowance from the general that the cheerleaders had something to do with it. 

But first, she had to try to talk some sense into her cousin.

“Please, stop with your crazy talk,” she said. “You can’t quit because, seriously, I need the credit. And how many anvils are you going to let this guy drop on you?” And stay away from my man, she wanted to say. She loved her cousin. She really did. But at that moment, she wanted to claw the other girl’s eyes out for even thinking of trying to make time with her man.

But Chloe turned on her angrily. “You know what’s crazy? I actually thought you’d be happy for me. Now that Lana and Clark are finally a thing of the past, I may actually have a shot at this. Why are you getting in my way?”

Lois bit her lip. Okay, a jealous Chloe was not a good sign. She decided the quicker she placated her cousin, the quicker she could find out what was going on around this school.

“Okay, okay, looks like I’m hitting the pom pom beat,” she said with a sigh. It worked. Chloe looked placated.

But she got even more pissed off when Mandy started talking about getting her claws into Clark. Lois could handle her cousin. But when a cheerleader decided to start hitting on her man, it was war! She approached the bottle blonde, wondering what on Earth the ex-quarterback had seen in this bitch.

“Mandy, right? I’m doing a story for the Torch on your boyfriend.”

“She doesn’t want to talk about it,” one of the other girls said. Lois glared at her, eyes narrowing. No one asked you, she thought looking the girl, yet another bleached blonde, over.

“I don’t want to write the article either,” Lois told her. “But my cousin dumped it on me and I need the credit, so let’s ...”

Mandy looked down her plastic nose at Lois. “I wouldn’t give that geek rag a quote if it were the last paper on Earth.”

Lois almost laughed. She opted for sarcasm instead. “Darn. And I thought it was going to be so insightful. Oh, look,” she said, as the football players came in. “Your valets are here. Except you don’t have one anymore, do you?”

“I could have another boyfriend like that,” Mandy said loftily, snapping her fingers.

Lois stared coolly back at her. “It’s amazing what a short skirt and the ability to rhyme will get you,” she said disdainfully.

One of the boys clumsily dropped a book he’d been handed by his girlfriend while emptying out her locker. “Oh, advanced chem,” she said, picking up the book and looking at the pages. She noticed the top page had the title ‘The Love Molecule’ written on it. “How many cheerleaders does it take to draw a double helix?”

Mandy snatched the book away from her and leaned closer. “You want a quote?”

Oh, this was going to be good, Lois thought.

“Back off. Bitch,” Mandy said.

The cheerleaders pushed rudely past Lois, but she just smirked. “Just got my headline.”

Clark climbed the loft steps, looking through his history textbook as he walked up. He had been expecting Lois to come over after dinner. But she’d had to wait for the general to get home before she could leave and he was running late.

To his surprise, he saw Chloe sitting on the sofa. Wearing nothing but his football jersey. She patted the cushion beside her, smiling at him. Clark sat down, feeling a little weirded out.

“So,” she said. “Remember that conversation we had this morning about your priorities? Well, I’ve been thinking about my priorities and I think they’re a little screwed up. Who needs the Torch. Especially if you’re not going to be there.”

Clark stared at her. This, from the girl whose chief ambition was to work at the Daily Planet. And now she was deciding she didn’t want to be editor of the Torch anymore. Her sanctuary. Her lifeline?

“Right. But that still doesn’t answer why you’re only wearing ... my football jersey.”

“I want to make you my number one priority,” she said. “I would do anything for you. Things that Lana would never do. Relieve your stress.”

My stress is relieved just fine, he thought. Where was Lois? He really didn’t want to do anything to hurt Chloe. And Lois would shove Kryptonite down his pants if he did. But he had no idea how to let her down gently.

She was his best friend. Not to mention his girlfriend’s cousin and practically an in-law. There was no way he was going to ... Suddenly Chloe was wedged up against his side, her hand moving down toward a certain spot and he grabbed her hand.

“Chloe, are you feeling all right?” he asked.

“I’ve never felt happier,” she said, sitting in his lap. “Clark, can’t you see? I’m devoted to you.”

There were footsteps on the stairs and Clark was relieved to hear Lois’ voice. “Hey Smallville, have you noticed ...”

She stood at the top of the stairs, glaring at her cousin. Clark looked at her, eyes trying to convey the message.

“Hey, Chloe, uh, I think your Dad was looking for you,” Lois said. “He called the base.”

Chloe waved her hand airily. “Aww, he knows how to reach me. Go away, Lois. Clark and I are busy.”

“Sorry, cuz, I’ve got this calculus test tomorrow and Clark was going to help me study.”

“Uh, yeah, that’s right,” Clark said. “And, you know, Lois needs a lot of help.”

Lois glared at him, but said nothing. Chloe looked disappointed, pouting. But she smiled at Clark.

“Okay, I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said. She tapped his nose with her finger and Clark fought a flinch. “Now don’t do anything naughty,” she added. “Not without me.”

Clark sighed as she stood up, grabbing her clothes and going down the steps. They heard her putting her clothes on, then she came running back up the stairs. She threw Clark his football jersey and grinned, running back down the steps.

Lois blinked hard. “O-okay,” she said. “That was weird. Don’t you think that was weird?” She shuddered.

“Yeah, it was weird.”

“Like the football players. Almost like Stepford weird.”

Clark sighed. He pulled at Lois’ hand. The incident with Chloe might have freaked him out a little, but at least his consort was here now and all he wanted to do was make out with her.

“Smallville,” she said, half laughing, half protesting.

“You know you want to,” he said. “Nice save, by the way.”

“Yeah, well, you looked like a deer caught in the headlights.”

“I wasn’t sure what she’d do if I rejected her outright. I thought she might do something ...”

“Psycho? Like Danny? Hey, you know, I saw something weird today. One of the cheerleaders had a book on Advanced Chem.”

“Hmm, cheerleaders and Advanced Chem. Isn’t that like an oxymoron or something?” Clark smirked.

Lois punched him in the shoulder and he grinned. He pulled her to him, kissing her.

“Can we just forget about the cheerleaders and psycho jocks for one night and make out?” he asked.

“Is sex all you think about?” Lois asked.

“When it comes to you? Hell, yes.”

Lois moaned in response, her arms around his neck as he kissed her again. It was a while before they came up for air. When they did, they realised they weren’t alone.

Clark’s parents were standing at the top of the stairs.

“In the house. Both of you,” Dad said gruffly.

Clark gulped, staring at his parents. They did not look happy. Lois buried her head against his shoulder, trying to hide her red face.

“Told you we should have said something,” she said.

They followed the older couple meekly into the house and sat down at opposite ends of the table.

“Clark, I would like an explanation please. First Sheriff Adams swears she saw you parked in a car with Lois over a month ago and she claimed your behaviour was suspicious. Now the two of you are in the barn indulging in what I can only see as very heavy petting.”

Clark looked at his father and took a deep breath.

“Lois and I are dating. Actually we’re more than dating. We’re, uh, having sex.” He blushed furiously.

“Clark, you are seventeen years old. And I know some of your friends are already doing it, but we expected better from you. To indulge in casual sex with ...”

“It’s not casual Mom. Lois and I love each other. We’re destined for each other.”


“She’s my consort.”

Mom blinked rapidly while Dad was going red.

“Your what?”

“I chose her. When I was Kal-El. And under Kryptonian Law, the one you choose is your mate. Your consort. For life.”

“Well, this is Earth, son, not Krypton.”

“It doesn’t matter where I live, Dad. I’m still Kryptonian.”

“Wait a minute. Lois, you know about Clark?”

“Yes, Mrs Kent. I know everything. About his powers, his origins. I even know about the caves. We met when he was Kal-El. And believe me, Mrs Kent, I wanted this too. I love Clark. I’ve loved him from the moment I met him in that cornfield.”

“You have?” Clark asked.

“Yeah, doofus, I have,” she said, with a smile. Then she looked at Clark’s parents. “I know that we’re not on Krypton. But according to their laws, Clark and I are sort of married. And as soon as Clark is old enough, we’re getting married. The Earth way, that is.”

“This is ridiculous and it has to end now.”

“No, it isn’t, Mr Kent. I can prove that Clark and I are destined.” She held up her wrist with the Kawatche bracelet. She never wore it around those who might be able to identify it as having been Clark’s and she’d never worn it in front of Clark’s parents before. But she figured it was the only way to convince them. “The stone glowed when Clark put it on me. And Jor-El told us the stone glowed because we were meant to be. Because I’m his mate. His consort. And I know what it means.”

“You are far too young to be thinking of marriage,” Jonathan said.

“What’s too young?” Lois argued. “You know, back in the Dark Ages, people got married when they were barely in their teens. Girls were raising children from the age of twelve or thirteen. Clark may be seventeen, but we know how we feel.”

“We wanted to tell you, especially when you made it pretty clear that you knew something was going on,” Clark told his parents. “But we didn’t know how to make you understand about the whole consort thing.”

“And I still don’t understand,” Jonathan said. “But I suppose I will have to learn to understand. But let me make this perfectly clear. I can’t stop the two of you having sex. But I expect you to be responsible about it. And no more sneaking around.”

Clark stared at his father. Did that mean he was giving his permission? Mom answered that question for him.

“Yes, we are giving our permission. But your father means what he says.”

Which meant if they wanted to have sex it would have to be under controlled conditions. Which kind of took the fun out of it, Clark sighed.


( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
Nov. 7th, 2010 05:05 pm (UTC)
Absolutely love this newest chapter of this story honey! And the ending of this one, poor Clark.
Nov. 7th, 2010 05:08 pm (UTC)
Oh don't worry about Clark, he'll find a way around the new rules.
Nov. 7th, 2010 07:14 pm (UTC)
TOOK THE FUN OUT OF IT? LOL I love that thought!

Hmm you know I'm wondering where you are going with lex in this one. will he be bad or good? will they work it out or will it go down hill.

I can see where the happy couple are going. ;-) To the drugstore to buy condoms! lol
Nov. 8th, 2010 05:00 am (UTC)
At this point, Lex is still good enough that he wants to try and keep his friendship, but it won't always be that way.
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