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Kryptonian Consort 23/?

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 
 
Previously
 


Chapter Twenty-Three

Lois was caught between laughing at Clark’s antics and fuming as the night wore on, especially at the way Isabelle/Lana kept flirting with Clark. She wondered if there was some way to control Brianna so she could get in between them.

She concentrated her thoughts, trying to project them into Brianna. She already knew that Brianna was attracted to Clark, especially after the way the witch had behaved when the three witches had first got to the party.

She’d been able to figure things out a little, stuck inside her mind, having heard the conversation between the three witches. Isabelle was a witch from the 17th century and she, Madeline and Brianna had been burned at the stake. Isabelle was clearly the smartest and most powerful. Madeline wasn’t that far behind, whereas Brianna wasn’t the brightest. The three of them sought power and they believed the key to that power was in the stones. Clark’s stones.

But just how was Lois going to stop them? Or get through to Clark?

This was better. Brianna was turning away from the hunk of beef and was getting in-between Isabelle and Clark.

“Clark,” she whispered seductively. “I love the way you dance.”

Yeah, Lois snorted to herself. Clark couldn’t dance to save his life. And she was so going to hold that over his head for the rest of eternity. It was nice to know with all he could do that there were some things he couldn’t do. He just had no musical ability whatsoever.

Clark took the bait, his eyes going dark as Brianna ran her finger down his chest, giggling.

Oh no you didn’t, Lois fumed. That’s my man you’ve got your grubby little paws ... I mean, my grubby little paws ... oh crap!

Clark was completely taken in, still thinking it was Lois. And here was Lana/Isabelle, getting in the middle of them.

“What are you doing?” she asked coldly.

“He’s cute, don’t you think? I just wanna play with him,” Brianna said.

“We don’t have time to play. We have to find those stones.”

“Isabelle, you are such a drag, you know that?”

Isabelle frowned. Lois mentally kicked Brianna. Stupid, she thought. Brianna must have picked up on her thoughts. Because Isabelle was being a drag. Going on and on about the stupid quest.

Isabelle/Lana dragged her away, grabbing Madeline’s arm at the same time. Lois screamed silently. She needed to somehow get to Clark.

“Hey, you know, that’s not fair,” Brianna said. “This one called Lois is his girlfriend.”

Isabelle scowled. “Why on Earth would the farmboy choose Lois Lane over this?” she said, gesturing to her body.

“I don’t know. Maybe because she’s not a stick insect.”

Isabelle glared at her, looking as if she was preparing to recite a spell. Madeline quickly got in between them.

“Girls, girls, forget the farmboy. We have more important things to worry about, remember? Like the stones?”

“You have a point, Madeline,” Isabelle said.

Phew, Lois thought. Maybe Brianna was picking up more than her thoughts because she could get really mouthy when she wanted.

“But ... I want to play,” Brianna protested. “He’s so hot and his body is so ... hard!” She shivered with obvious lust.

Isabelle rolled her eyes. “Brianna, you can have anyone you want once we have the stones. Ultimate power, remember? If you really desire it, we can make the farmboy worship at your feet.”

“Ooh, that sounds good. I like that,” Brianna said.

***

The ringing of the phone woke Clark from a deep sleep. He sat up, groaning. For some reason, he had the mother of all hangovers. And he’d never drunk alcohol in his life. He shouldn’t be affected like this, he thought.

The phone was still ringing. Clark picked it up, looking up as two people from the party, dressed only in their underwear, ran out. He pressed the ‘talk’ button.

“Clark?”

Gulp. It was his mother. Things were a little fuzzy from last night, but he had a feeling that when his parents found out what had happened, there was no way he was going to be trusted on his own again.

“Hey, Mom. Yeah, how is Metropolis.”

“It’s wonderful Clark. Your father and I had dinner last night in the hotel and we’re going to the theatre tonight.”

“That’s great, Mom. I’m glad you’re having a great time.”

“Did the man from Princeton show up?”

“Oh, yeah, the guy – the guy from Princeton. Um, yeah I – I met him last night.”

“Well, I hope you impressed him.”

“Don’t worry, I think I made an impression,” Clark told her. “I’ll say,” he said to himself, looking around him at the mess in the barn. He was going to kill Lois when he got hold of her. So much for it not being Sodom and Gomorrah.

But first he had to do some damage control. After last night, there was no way he was going to prove to the alumni at Princeton that he was responsible enough to be offered a scholarship.

Going into the house to shower and change his clothes, he tried calling Lois. She was supposed to have stayed last night, but she’d gone off somewhere with Chloe and Lana. Chloe he could understand. But Lana?

“Lo, it’s me. Where are you?” he said when he reached her voicemail.

There was still no reply when he tried again half an hour later. He assumed Lois must have left her phone somewhere and decided to go talk to Lex. His friend might be able to help him get another meeting with the man from Princeton. After all, Lex had studied at Princeton, at least, for a semester or two. He just wasn’t sure if it had been before or after he’d been kicked out of Met U.

Entering the mansion, he heard the sound of music playing and followed it. When he reached the study, he saw Lex playing on the piano.

“Lex, can I talk to you for a second? I’ve got a big problem. I was supposed to meet this alumni from Princeton last night, but Lois wanted to throw a arty for Chloe in the barn. Well, the party kinda got out of hand, and then the guy from Princeton showed up, but I think I kind of blew it. Look, um, I hate to ask you this, but do you have any connections at Princeton?”

Lex kept playing, which was odd. It was as if he wasn’t even listening to Clark. Clark looked at him, then realised to his horror that there was blood on the keys. And on Lex’s hands.

“Lex, Lex, what are you doing?” He tried to pull Lex away. “Stop. Stop it!”

“I can’t,” Lex said, looking at him. His eyes were red-rimmed, as if he hadn’t slept at all.

Using his strength, Clark pushed the piano away. Lex kept moving his hands as if still trying to play.

“Lex, what happened?”

“Lana,” was the only word Lex could say before he passed out. Clark left him on the sofa, telling Lex’s houseman to look after him, before running out. He had to find Lana.

He kicked himself on the way to Lana’s apartment in the Talon. He’d known something was wrong. He should have done something then.
Pulling his phone out, he dialled Lois’ number.

“Lois, it’s me. Pick up.”

There was still no answer. Whatever was wrong with Lana had to have hurt Lois too. If Lana had got his consort mixed up in something bad, he was going to kill her. Well, maybe not kill her, but he was definitely going to kick her ass from here to Metropolis.

He arrived at the Talon just in time to see Lana somehow using telekinetic abilities to hold Jason up against the wall.

“Lana, no!” he cried out.

Lana waved her hand and Jason flew out the window. Clark sped downstairs in time to catch him in his arms. By the time he managed to lay an unconscious Jason on the sofa and get himself back up to the apartment, Lana was gone. The only thing she’d left behind was a message, burned into the wall.

THE BARN. MIDNIGHT.

Clark knew he had no choice but to go. Especially if he wanted to stop Lana and the girls from wreaking havoc in Smallville. He had no idea what he was facing, and he knew his answers would be at the barn that night.

He tried surfing the ‘net to see if he could find anything. He had memorised the words the girls had recited the night before and had tried looking them up. All he could come up with was it was some kind of spell. Magic.

So it appeared the girls were under some sort of magic spell. The question he now had was, how to break them out of it.

***

Lois continued to fume silently. She’d had no choice but to go along with the witches as they continued to party. They’d made their way to the local shopping mall, in Granville, checking out the stores. Why they’d not changed their clothes, Lois didn’t know. But they were clearly enjoying their new-found freedom in the 21st century.

Lois was grateful for one thing. She’d at least managed to stop Brianna from telling the other two about the stone in the cave. And Brianna hadn’t spilled the secret of Clark’s origins. Which suited her just fine. And it meant she did have some degree of control over Brianna. Now if only she could get Chloe to do the same.

Brianna and Madeline were sampling the culinary skills of Chloe’s dad when Isabelle returned from where ever she’d been.

“We have a problem. Clark Kent,” she said.

“What about him? I thought he was just a farmboy?” Madeline asked.

“Oh, he’s a lot more than that,” Isabelle told her. “And something, I think, far more dangerous.” She glared at Brianna. “Well?”

Brianna looked at her innocently and Lois once again prayed mentally that the witch would keep her mouth shut.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Brianna said.

Lois sighed in relief. Obviously Brianna’s lust for her man kept her from spilling his secrets. Isabelle just snickered.

“It matters little,” she said. “Soon we will have all his secrets.”

You are so going down, beeyatch, Lois decided.

***

Clark returned to the barn just before the appointed time. He looked around, wondering where the girls were.

“You’re early. Not planning something devious, are you, Clark?”

Clark looked up. The three were standing above him, in the loft.

“What did you do to Lex and Jason?” he asked.

“Nothing ... compared to what we’re going to do to you.”

As he watched, Lois lifted her hand and said something in Latin. But he saw her hesitate for just a second.

“Come on Lois,” he whispered. “Fight this.”

But the spell appeared to win out and a huge wagon wheel flew at him, hitting him in the stomach. He fell to the floor, unhurt, with just the wind knocked out of him. He got up as the girls walked down the steps to him. He tried for an authoritative voice.

“I don’t know what’s going on, but this needs to stop. Before it gets out of hand.”

“So you’re more than just fast. Well that will make this a whole lot more exciting.”

Chloe smirked as Lana spoke and waved her hands. Suddenly all sorts of sharp implements came flying at him. Clark used his heat vision to knock some of them out of the way. He stared at Lois.

“Fight this,” he said. “Lois, I know you’re in there somewhere.”

Lana chuckled. “You really think she’s going to help you? You really are as dumb as you look.”

Lois growled to herself, fighting desperately against Brianna’s control. She tried to yell at Clark to get away, even as Isabelle and Madeline turned on him.

“No!” she cried out. But either he couldn’t hear her or she still wasn’t able to get through.

Clearly, Isabelle thought Clark was some kind of wizard or male witch, because she accused him of using magic.

Come on, Lois, think, she told herself. How could she protect Clark and stop the witches? She racked her brains. The witches were after the stones. A plan was forming in her mind.

“Isabelle, wait. He’s not what he seems.”

Isabelle looked at her, surprise on her face. “What?”

“Let me try,” she said. “I think he might know where the stones are.”

Clark looked at her, shock in his expression. He knew that Lois knew where one of the stones was. Could Lois make this believable? She approached him.

“Tell me,” she said, using Brianna’s powers. Clark looked at her, his eyes widening as she touched him, feeling the warmth of his skin against her palm. She tried to convey to him that she was still in there and that somehow she’d managed to gain some control.

She turned and looked at Isabelle in triumph. “I know where one of the stones is,” she said.

Isabelle chuckled. “Well done, Brianna. But he is still a threat,” she said.

Lois stopped her. “He won’t be a threat once we have the stone,” she said, hoping this would work. She still had no idea how she managed to suddenly wrest control of her own body, but she had a feeling it had something to do with her bond with Clark.

Isabelle smiled at her. “Of course,” she said. “Let’s go.” With a flick of her wrist, the three girls vanished into the night.

Clark was left standing there, dumbfounded. But he’d seen Lois’ face. She’d somehow managed to break through the spell. But what could she have planned? As he started to head for the caves, he ran into Jason.

“Clark. Where’s Lana?”

“I don’t know,” he lied. “She was with Lois and Chloe, but they’re different. They’re not themselves. It’s like their bodies have been taken over.”

“They have. In fact, this is going to sound kind of out there, but ... Lana has been researching a seventeenth century witch. She tracked down her spell book, and when she touched her hand to the page ...”

Clark realised he was right. It had all been witchcraft.

“So, Lana’s been possessed by the spirit of an evil witch?”

Jason nodded. “Isabelle got into Lana by using the book. We’ve gotta find her and destroy the book. Any idea where they went?”

Clark shook his head. “I’m not sure,” he said. “Why don’t you check the school. I’ll go to the Talon.”

But Clark didn’t go to the Talon. He ran to the caves. The girls were already in the chamber.

“The first stone,” Isabelle was saying. “Oh ... how I’ve dreamed of this moment. And at last ... it has arrived.”

“Not if I can help it,” Clark told her.

Isabelle turned, glaring at him. She began to speak in Latin, waving her hand. But Lois pushed her out of the way. Isabelle turned on her.

“You betrayed me!”

“Should have been more careful who you had your friend possess,” Lois smirked.

Madeline began to join the fight. Clark could see Lois was struggling with the two girls. He spotted the book and focused his gaze on it. The book began to smoulder and burn.

“No!” Isabelle screamed. Then everything went white.

Clark caught Lois before she hit the ground. She went still for a moment, then opened her eyes and looked at him.

“Oh. Hey, Smallville!”

“How did you manage to ...”

“Perhaps I can answer that question, my son,” Jor-El’s voice boomed. “It is your bond with your consort. As it strengthens, so does your mate.”

Lois looked around for the source of the voice.

“Does this mean I might get powers?” she asked.

“With training, in future, perhaps.”

“I still don’t understand. Lois was possessed by a witch.”

“Yes, unfortunately your powers are ineffective against magic. But I perceived there was a threat to you and your consort and in this instance, provided your mate with some assistance, allowing her to break free of the possession.”

Clark stared at Lois and she smiled back at him. It made sense. The ship had, after all, once perceived a threat to his life and had eliminated it by turning the Kryptonite necklace Tina Greer had put around his neck into a harmless crystal. Here, in the caves, Jor-El’s presence had made it possible.

They managed to wake the other girls, pretending that they had both passed out, the same as the other girls. They returned to the farm, falling asleep in each other’s arms.

Next morning, they came downstairs to find Clark’s parents already home.

“Look who’s finally awake,” Mom said.

“When did you guys get home?” Clark asked.

“This morning. Your dad is out there doing your chores.”

Oops. Clark looked at the clock. It was after noon. “Sorry. Guess we overslept.”

The back door opened and Dad came in. “Hey Dad.”

Dad looked at him, waving what looked like a bra. “Is there maybe something you’d like to tell your mother and me?” he asked.

Lois quickly grabbed the bra. “Uh, yeah, sorry about that. I guess the party got a little out of hand.”

“You guess?”

“Look, it’s not her fault, Dad,” Clark said, quickly jumping to Lois’ defence. “It was magic.”

“I’m sure it was,” Mom said.

“It wasn’t like that. We weren’t ... um, look, Lois, Lana and Chloe got possessed by the spirits of these witches and ... “ He saw the sceptical looks on his parents faces. “I know you don’t believe us, but it’s the truth. Magic exists, and it can hurt me.”

Clark and Lois went out to clean the barn. They were still at work when Lana came in.

“Hey, Lana. How are you feeling?”

Lana grimaced. “Uh, hmm.”

Lois looked at Clark. “Maybe you two need some time alone.”

Clark shook his head. “No, Lois. It’s time we told her ... Lana, I uh, Lois and I are seeing each other. It’s pretty serious.”

“How serious?” she asked, looking from one to the other.

“Well, we’re sort of ... um, engaged.”

Lana looked taken aback. “Oh! Oh! God, I’m sorry, I never ... I thought ...”

“Lana, I’m sorry we didn’t tell you. It just sort of happened when we met this summer, and well ...” Clark smiled at Lois. “I guess you could say it was love at first sight.”

“Or maybe first crash,” Lois grinned.

“Ha ha,” Clark said, lifting her hand and kissing it.

“Well, I, um, I just came to apologise for anything I might have done to hurt you. As Isabelle, I mean. And I know that you weren’t the one who got Jason fired. It was Lex.”

“Lana, if you’re happy with Jason, then I’m happy for you. He’s a good guy.”

Lana smiled. “Yeah, he is. Thanks. That means a lot.” She bit her lip. “I wish you two good luck,” she said. She looked at Lois. “I’m glad he’s found someone who makes him happy. He deserves it.”

Lois turned and looked at Clark as Lana left. “Well, that was ...”

“Odd?”

“Yeah.”

 


Comments

( 4 comments — Leave a comment )
ctbn60
Apr. 4th, 2011 09:03 pm (UTC)
what a pretty cover that ctbn60 is talented.

as for the chapter i loved it i was wondering how you were going to work their connection into the mix. well done honey.
phoenixnz
Apr. 4th, 2011 09:13 pm (UTC)
Ooh, you're funny! I needed that.

Yep, I couldn't not use their connection in this in some way. And of course, Jor-El to the rescue. He will do anything to protect his son's consort.
oxiate
Apr. 4th, 2011 09:54 pm (UTC)
I loved it. I love that their bond is strengthening and I'm so happy Lana finally knows her place. LOL. Great chapter.
phoenixnz
Apr. 4th, 2011 10:30 pm (UTC)
Yep, the bond will only get stronger from here. As for Lana, well, it was about time Clark came clean with her.
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