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Kryptonian Consort 17/?

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 Seventeen

Clark didn’t know how he got through the rest of the week. The bond was crying out for him to go to his consort. Tie her to him in some way. But he knew Lois needed to concentrate on her studies. Maybe she hadn’t taken high school seriously enough to graduate, but she knew how much they both had riding on her doing well in school.

Clark worried what might happen if Lois did flunk out of college. They would both have to get jobs because there was no way they could live together without some kind of income. And there was no way they could both live on the farm. The thought of having sex with her while his parents were just a wall away was just too much. They might say they had accepted it, but that was all good in theory.

Lois called him every night, telling him about her classes and how much she missed him. Every time Clark heard her voice he wanted to run to Metropolis. But even Jor-El had made it clear that there were times when he would have to be separated from his consort. The bond between them was strong. Unbreakable.

Still, he couldn’t wait for the weekend. As soon as he was able, Clark ran to the city. Ignoring the students gathered in the hallway, he knocked on Lois’ door. There was no answer, and the door was locked. She knew he was coming. Why wasn’t she here?

“If you’re looking for Lane, try the cafe,” one guy told him. Clark turned and quickly sized the guy up. He was shorter than Clark. Skinny, with dark blonde hair. And clearly no threat.

“Thanks,” he said.

“No problemo,” the guy grinned. “She your girlfriend?” Clark nodded. “Well, you’re one lucky S.O.B,” the student said, giving him directions to the cafe.

Clark nodded again and took off for the cafe. Lois was sitting in a small group, drinking coffee. But she looked up as soon as he entered, grabbing her bag and practically running to him.


“Lanie,” he cried out, enveloping her in his arms and kissing her deeply. There were a few wolf whistles, but he was beyond caring. She was here, she was in his arms and she’d clearly missed him as much as he’d missed her.

Holding hands, they walked out of the cafe and over the campus to a small park. Clark took off his jacket and spread it on the grass, sitting against a tree. Lois sat with her back to him, between his legs.

“I missed you so much,” she told him.

“I missed you too. All the time. I kept thinking about you. Even in class. Chloe just kept laughing at me.” Especially when he’d got hard thinking about Lois and having to readjust himself. It had made sitting without fidgeting in the classroom rather difficult. And Chloe’s knowing smirk hadn’t helped.

Lois snorted. “She would. I hate being apart this long.”

“It won’t be forever,” Clark said, thinking he was reassuring himself as much as her.

Lois sighed and leaned her head back on his shoulder. He bent his head and kissed her nose.

“How long can you stay?” she asked.

“Until tomorrow morning. Lex got me tickets to the Sharks game tomorrow. I, uh ... Dad has a doctor’s appointment tomorrow and I promised him we’d go to a game.” He looked guilty.

Lois clutched his hand. “Clark, you don’t have to ask permission to spend some time with your Dad. You should spend time with him.” She stroked his hand. “I wish I was that close with my Dad.”

“You know my parents love you. Even if they don’t quite understand how things are, I know they love you. They think you’re good for me.”

“And I love them,” she said softly. “If it wasn’t for them, I wouldn’t have you.”

Lois snuck Clark into her dorm and he stayed the night. Their lovemaking was slow and sweet that night and they slept in each other’s arms, sated and happy to just be together. Clark sped out of the dorms at first light and they met in the cafe for breakfast, barely paying any attention to the food, holding hands and staring into each other’s eyes.

Parting that morning was difficult, but Clark had already promised his father. He kissed Lois goodbye and ran to meet up with his father at the doctor’s office. They were walking along the street, talking after the appointment.

Jonathan sighed as he stared morosely at the bottle of pills. “Ah jeez.”

Clark tried to be reassuring. “The doctor said you’re doing great.”

Dad shook his head. “Yeah, right before he gave me this new prescription. Red ones.” He sighed again. “At least they’ll go nicely with my pink, blue and green ones I’m already taking.”

Clark placed a comforting hand on his father’s shoulder. “I’d rather have more colours in the medicine cabinet than not have you around.”

“I just didn’t want to have to worry your mother with any more of this stuff. That’s all.”

It was Clark’s turn to shake his head at his father’s depression. “Dad, we both worry about you. What Jor-El did to you because of me ...” His father had, after all, made a deal with Jor-El to get him back from the city last summer. And because of that, his father’s heart had been seriously weakened. To the point where he’d had to have open heart surgery.

Dad stared at him, frowning. “Wait a minute. I knew what the risks were, Clark. And I’d take them again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe.” He took the football tickets from Clark’s pocket and pulled out his wallet to put them in. “Don’t you and I have a game to catch?”

Clark grinned and nodded. “Metropolis Sharks. Fifty yard line. Lex really came through this time.”

Jonathan looked concerned. “Look, son, I understand what that friendship means to you, but please don’t forget he had you investigated. Be careful.”

“Yeah, Lois sort of said the same thing last night. She sort of said she thinks Lex is up to something. She thinks he doesn’t like her.”

Lois hadn’t exactly said that. More that she’d picked up some negative vibes from his friend. Clark didn’t know what to believe. But Lois had good instincts about people, and he had to admit that he’d picked up some different nuances too. But he wanted to give Lex the benefit of the doubt.

“Lois has a good head on her shoulders,” Dad said, in a moment of rare praise for Clark’s consort.

Clark nodded. “Yep. She does. Anyway, Dad, I’m not going into this friendship with Lex with my eyes closed. He wants another chance to prove he’s changed ...”

“Clark,” Dad sighed.

“Dad, this is my senior year. I don’t want to have to worry about Lex, or Jor-El or any of that. I just want to live a normal life, hang out with my friends, play football, and be with Lois.”

Even as he said it, Clark didn’t quite believe it. What was normal for him anyway, he wondered.

Dad chuckled. “All right,” he said, handing Clark the truck keys. “Why don’t you go get the truck? We don’t want to miss the kick-off.”

Clark started to walk away, leaving his dad at the magazine stand. He heard a squeal of brakes and turned to run back toward his father, just in time to see a figure in a red sweatshirt shove his father out of the way out of an out-of-control truck, barrelling toward him. The magazine stand collapsed and Clark ran to his father in the road.

“Dad! Dad, you okay?”

Dad got to his feet, staring back at the stand which was now a mess of broken boards and PVC pipes from the crashed truck. The other figure was long gone.

“Yeah, I think so,” he answered. “Your mother would be visiting me in the hospital again if you hadn’t pushed me out of the way.”

Clark shook his head. “Dad, it wasn’t me. I saw someone who can move like I can. I couldn’t believe it. He saved you.”

Dad sighed. His expression changed as if he’d had a horrible thought. Clark saw him feel in the back pocket of his jeans. “Whoever it is, not only did he save my life, Clark. He also stole my wallet.”

They drove back to Smallville after making a report to the police about the accident. But Clark persuaded his father not to say anything to the police about the stolen wallet. If the boy who had stolen the wallet was indeed that fast, Clark wanted to talk to him first.

Mom was dressed for work at the Talon when they pulled up and got out.

“Aren’t you two supposed to be at the game?”

Dad sighed again. “Well, the tickets to the game were in my wallet.”

“Which was stolen,” Clark interjected. “Some kid swiped it outside the medical building.”

Mom looked worried, immediately checking for injuries. “Oh my god, you were robbed? Are you all right? Did he have a gun?”

Dad shook his head. “Yes. No. He had a very fast pair of sneakers,” he said, answering her questions. “But I’m going to call the credit card company and report my card stolen.”

Clark’s germ of an idea took seed. “Wait. I really want to find out who this kid is, Dad. Let me talk to Chloe. Maybe she can track down where he’s been using your card.” Dad looked sceptical. “Come on, Dad,” Clark wheedled. “If I don’t find anything by the end of the day, then make the call.”

“All right. But I want you to be careful, Clark. We don’t know anything about this kid.”

“That’s why I have to find out who he is.”

Before Clark went to the Torch office to talk to Chloe, he called Lois and told her what had happened.

“Oh my god. Clark are you guys all right? Your Dad didn’t get hurt?”

“No. But I’m going to find out who this kid is.”

“Need any help?” she asked.

“I’ll see what Chloe can come up with first.”

“Well, be careful. This kid might be bad news.”

“I know. Don’t worry. What are you going to do for the rest of the day?”

“One of the girls in my dorm invited me to a sorority thing. I hate sororities. But I think I’ll go. Unless you want me to help?” Clark could hear the hope in her voice, but he didn’t want her to be all about him.

“I promise, I’ll call if I need you for anything,” he said.

“You will come back tonight won’t you?” she asked.

“Try and keep me away,” he told her.

Chloe did come through, providing him with the name of a hotel the kid was staying at. He’d used the credit card to pay for the room. Clark sped to Metropolis, opening the door of the room. The door had a safety chain on it but he broke it with a quick swipe of his hand. There was a radio playing and he could see steam coming from the bathroom. The kid was obviously in the shower.

He looked around the main room. The kid had had a spending spree. Clothes and junk food was strewn around the room. He saw a bag on the table with what looked like a lightning bolt on the front of the pack. Picking it up, he unzipped it and emptied it out. Watches, jewellery and a number of other items, clearly stolen, fell out. He looked through them and found what looked like driver’s licences, fake ids. All with different names.

Just as Clark started to look for his Dad’s wallet, he heard a voice.


Jumping up, startled, Clark stared at the boy, who couldn’t be more than fifteen or sixteen.

“You lost? You know, because I guess you must be, because this is my room.”

Clark glared at the kid. “Technically, it’s my Dad’s. Since you used his credit cards to pay for it.”

The kid tried to look innocent. “I didn’t take anything from anybody.”

“Save the innocent act. I had a friend trace all the charges you’re trying to stick on him after you stole his wallet.”

The kid snickered. “And you went through my backpack. Man, that’s an invasion of privacy, messing with my stuff.”

Typical, Clark thought. Try to turn it back around on him, implying that Clark was guilty of wrongdoing.

“Your stuff? You stole all this,” he said, gesturing to the pile on the table.

The kid moved faster than Clark could blink, if he was blinking at normal speed rather than super speed. Clark turned around to see the kid dressed in a red hooded sweatshirt and tan cargo pants.

“Yeah? Prove it.”

Clark just smirked at him. “I saw you save my Dad from that truck this morning.”

The kid looked sceptical. “Man, nobody sees me when I’m doing my thing.”

Clark spoke casually. “Maybe you’re not the only one who can move like that. Jay Garrick, Barry Allen, Wally West. Whatever your name really is.”

“It’s Bart,” the boy said coolly. “Not that that matters because I’ll be a thousand miles away before you can even blink.”

“I don’t know,” Clark replied coolly. “I can blink pretty fast.”

“Who are you, man?” Bart asked.

“I’m going to get my Dad’s wallet, and then you and I are going to sit down for a long talk.”

Clark turned away to grab the wallet but he’d obviously moved too slow as Bart had grabbed the backpack and was holding up a card.

“I’m not big on the chit chat, dude. Smell you later.”

Bart ran out and Clark chased him. Bart was just a smidgen faster than him. Clark tried to grab him as they paused at the docks, but Bart somehow managed to get across the water, making it appear as if he was running on the water. Dejected, Clark returned home.

Dad was in the living room, shaking out a sheet when Clark came in.

“Dad, I found the kid who stole your wallet, but I lost him down at the docks. He just took off across the water.“

Dad glanced toward the kitchen. “Uh, son.”

There was Bart, sitting at the breakfast bar, calmly drinking some orange juice.

“ Hey, Clark. What took you so long?”

Clearly, Bart had had some time to talk to his father. Clark realised he shouldn’t have wasted that ten minutes checking around the docks.

Clark took Bart out to the barn. Bart was gushing.

“Dude, I didn't think anybody else could move like that except me! Because, hey, I'm the fastest man alive, right? Yeah. You were right on my butt, man. You know, I've always wondered if there was anyone out there like me, and it turns out to be you, Jimmy Crack Corn fresh from the farm.”

Bart’s mouth obviously moved just as fast as the rest of him. Even Clark had trouble keeping up. Clark turned and glared at him.

“What kind of story did you spin to con my dad out of a free meal and a bed on the couch?”

Bart just looked at him. “No story, Clark, just the truth.” Clark just glared back sceptically.

“And what's that?”

“All right, well, a couple of years ago there was, like, this accident, right? There was this huge flash of light, and my body went into overdrive.”

“And this happened in Smallville.”

Bart snickered. “No. Man, this is my first time here, and no offense, dude, but hopefully the last.”

Clark climbed the steps to his loft. “I've never met anyone with powers like yours that wasn't from around here.”

Bart sniffed. “Yeah, well, maybe you should get out more. So, how'd you get so fast? You in an accident too, or... “

Clark shifted nervously. “I was kind of born this way.” He tried for a sympathetic look. “Why are you living on the streets, Bart? What happened to your parents?

It was Bart’s turn to shift uncomfortably. “Their son got zapped into a human lightning bolt. That's what happened. I mean, they made this whole big deal that everything was gonna be okay and that ... I don't know, man, you should've seen the way they looked at me, you know? I could tell that nothing was gonna be the same.”

“So you ran away?”

Bart jumped up the last few steps and went to look out the loft window. “I just didn't fit in. But, man, I guess you don't have that problem.” He snickered, turning to look at Clark.

Clark went up the steps the rest of the way. “Oh, you'd be surprised. I ran away once, too.”

“Why'd you come back, man? Mow the lawn? Milk the cows? Dude, you should be out there with me tearing it up.”

“You mean stealing everything in sight,” Clark admonished him.

“It's not like I ever really hurt anybody. I mean I usually just swipe a little bling from the stiff upper crust whenever I need some cash. I'm what you'd call a have-not, Clark. I take from the haves.”

“Like my dad?”

The kid just didn’t get it. They weren’t rich like everyone else Bart stole from. And it didn’t make it okay that Bart only took from people who had more money and could afford the loss. It was still stealing.  

“Look, man, don't even sweat it, okay? They don't charge you if your card's stolen.”

“Oh, and that makes it all right.”

“Look, man, my friends down in the Suicide Slums, they shortchanged me. So I had to boost your dad's card in order to get a room. I don't like spending the night out in the streets, okay? Stuff happens there. When I'm asleep, I'm just as slow as everybody else.”

That had Clark wondering if Bart had been abused or worse while out on the streets. He looked at Bart with sympathy. But Bart just smirked.

“Don't you make the big cow eyes there, stretch, okay? I can always take care of myself.”

“Yeah, you've done a great job so far,” Clark said sarcastically.

“You know what, man? Enough about the poor little street urchin, all right?” Bart sped around the loft, picking up some of Clark’s books. “Let's take a closer look at the mysterious Clark Kent. You like to study Native American mythology. You've scrawled the name ‘Lois’ on your notebooks, and you have one of the most boring hobbies known to man. Rock collecting.

“I don't collect r—“ Clark grunted in pain as Bart opened up the lead box. The Kryptonite inside began glowing. Bart immediately looked concerned as Clark staggered back, stumbling, and falling, leaning on the desk.

“Dude, are you okay?”

“Put that away,” Clark groaned. “I’m allergic.” Bart immediately closed the lid.

“I’ve heard of people sneezing around cats and dogs and stuff, but never getting all weak in the knees over a rock.”

“It’s a long story,” Clark said.

“Which is one I’m sure I would love to hear. After we get back,” Bart grinned.

“Get back from where?”

“Anywhere we want. I mean, dude, we are two super-powered studs here. Why else do you think I came to Smellyville looking for you, man? Let’s go crank it up, go have some fun!”


“You been to Florida?”

Clark shook his head. “I can’t,” he said regretfully.

“Why not?”

“Because I have a girlfriend. She’s at Met U. And we have a date.”

“Aw come on, man. Look, just for a couple of hours. When do you have to meet your girl?”

Clark sighed. He wanted to see Lois, but then again, he wanted to try to help Bart as well. And they hadn’t had any definite plans. A couple of hours wouldn’t hurt. He nodded, taking off after Bart.

When they returned, they made their way to the Talon.

“Dude, you really should have got that girl’s number,” Bart said.

“I told you, I have a girlfriend.”

“And how’s she going to know. Come on, that girl was panting over you. Even if you are the king of plaid.”

“There’s nothing wrong with what I wear,” Clark said defensively. He saw Bart zip into super speed for a moment to grab a cookie.

“Hey!” he said. “What are you doing?”

“Eating a cookie, man. I’m starving,” Bart said, taking another bite.

“You can’t just take whatever you want,” Clark told him. “My mom runs this place.”

“There’s a line, Clark. I don’t do lines.”

Clark rolled his eyes, just as Chloe walked up to them.

“Hey Kent, I thought you’d be in Metropolis playing detective.”

“I thought I’d leave that one up to the authorities,” he answered, emphasising the last word with a glare at Bart.

“Never would have caught him anyway,” Bart said snidely.

As Clark watched, Bart began flirting with Chloe, making her laugh. He sighed and rolled his eyes again as his mother caught his attention.

“Your Dad called,” she said. “Is that the boy who robbed him?”

Clark nodded. “Yeah. His name’s Bart Allen.”

Mom frowned slightly. “Why is he here?”

Clark shrugged. “I don’t know. I think he’s lonely. Wants to be my friend.”

“Well, maybe you can knock some sense into him,” Mom said. Clark sighed. That would be a difficult task in itself. But he said nothing. “By the way, Lex was looking for you earlier. He asked if you’d stop by the mansion. Sounded important.”

“I don’t want to leave Bart alone,” he said.

“Somehow, I don’t think he’ll miss you. Besides, don’t you and Lois have a date tonight?”

“Uh, yeah. Will it be okay if Bart stays ...”

“Go. We’ll see you later.”

Clark ran to Lex’s mansion. Lex immediately showed him something he’d bought.

“I purchased it from a private collector in St Petersburg. Convincing him to part with it required quite a few glasses of vodka and a small fortune, but it was worth it.”

“It’s nice,” Clark said, not understanding why Lex wanted him to see it.

“Take a closer look at the border design. Embedded glyphs, similar to the Kawatche symbols found in the cave.” Clark moved closer, peering at the symbols. “No one’s spent more time down there than you. Any idea what they mean?”

Clark turned to Lex, his heart thudding painfully. He knew what the symbols meant. They were telling him to look closer. “No. But I thought you weren’t interested in this stuff anymore?”

“Oh, I’m still interested, Clark, just not obsessed,” Lex told him mildly. “Which is why I’m not keeping this from you. I’d like it if we could work on this mystery together.”

Clark smiled. “I’d like that.” He turned back to the piece. “So what is it?”

“It’s the last surviving page from a fourteenth century manuscript. It depicts the Grand Prince Danskoy’s victory over his mortal enemy Mamaya at the Battle of Kulacova. Legend had it that this was the only object adorning the walls of Rasputin’s chamber while he studied at the Verkhoture Monastery. He believed this page would reveal a path to unimaginable power. Rasputin would stare at it for days at a time, attempting to penetrate its secrets.”

Clark x-rayed the manuscript while Lex talked. It appeared to be some sort of map.

“It’s incredible,” Clark said, covering his own surprise at finding the map, which was clearly meant for him. There was the El family symbol. Clark reached out to touch it and Lex admonished him, telling him he had state-of-the-art security installed.

Lex claimed to have an appointment and asked Clark to stop by the next day. As he was leaving, he bumped into Bart, who had obviously seen the manuscript.

As he lay with Lois that night, he told her everything that had happened.

“It’s some kind of map,” he said.

“Do you think it might have something to do with those stones your father wanted you to find?” she asked.

“I don’t know,” he said. “But it worries me. Lex says he’s not obsessed anymore, but ...”

“But you don’t believe him.”

“I think he’s still trying to find the stones for himself. If Jor-El’s right about them, then there’s no way I can let Lex get his hands on them. If the theory’s right about the manuscript, I have to get that map somehow.”


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Jan. 16th, 2011 11:35 am (UTC)
Absolutely LOVE it!!!
Jan. 16th, 2011 04:02 pm (UTC)
Thanks hon.
Jan. 16th, 2011 08:58 pm (UTC)
I'm so torn where lex is concerned. he is being honest with clark showing him things but i don't know if he is good or bad. and where will lionel fit into all of this. I'm interested to see where you take both lionel and lex in your world in relationship to clark. should be interesting!
Jan. 17th, 2011 04:53 am (UTC)
Well, Lionel is in prison, of course, and Transference is coming. After that, well I think the story might take a bit of a left turn.
Jan. 18th, 2011 10:00 pm (UTC)
Hey, nice chapter. I didn't expect you to introduce Bart, but I'm happy to see him! Glad to Jonathan is warming up to Lois. Can't wait for the next update.
Jan. 19th, 2011 04:56 am (UTC)
I had to bring in Bart. He's such a great character. As for Jonathan, well, he is coming around to the fact that his son is in an adult relationship.
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