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The Truth About Men and Women 16/74

Author: phoenixnz
Fandom: Smallville
Genre: Romcom,Drama, movie knock-off, AU
Rating: R (for innuendo, although there may be smut later)
Pairing: Clark Luthor/Lois Lane
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, not even the AU ones, or the movie this one is based on. Some situations from the movie The Ugly Truth are borrowed for effect, but with a Smallville spin on them.
Feedback: Yesh pleash
Art: dream_infinity0

Summary: Lois Lane is a dedicated journalist. So dedicated in fact that she has trouble with relationships. She is mortified when cable show host and womaniser Clark Luthor joins the Daily Planet as a columnist and he begins teaching her the truth about male/female relationships. From his angle anyway.


Chapter Sixteen

Clark followed Lois out of the elevator, but he suddenly found himself feeling more than a little unsettled. Truth be told, if the bell hadn’t ‘dinged’ to announce the doors opening, they might have been in a position that would have been considered ‘compromising’.

Clark had had sex in a lot of different places. On a nude beach on the French Riviera, upright in a closed-in phone booth, in the back row of a movie theatre, a back alley, the driver’s seat of his brother’s Porsche, while driving at top speed down the open highway. He’d been arrested a few times and charged with everything from lewd behaviour to indecent exposure.

But all those times, he’d done it just for the thrill. This was the first time he’d done it because he’d forgotten for a moment where he was. Just the taste of her, the sweetness of wild cherries, the faint scent of her perfume, the perfect creaminess of her skin ...

Biting his lip, Clark stared at Lois’ retreating ass and wondered what if he had pressed the ‘stop’ button in the elevator.

With a smile playing on his lips, Clark replayed the scene in his mind. Or how it should have gone.

He would have cornered her, kissing her hard, his tongue plundering her mouth, but then withdrawing a little, softening the kiss until she whimpered. His hands would have explored her body, pushing her against the wall as he cupped her luscious breasts, his thumbs tracing her nipples until she gasped.

Then he would have slowly slid his hands downward, one hand moving up under her skirt to rub her sex through her panties. Lois would have been wet, her breaths coming in short pants as he easily snapped the elastic of her panties, his finger sliding up to be encased in her moist heat. And he would ...

“Luthor! You going to stand there dreaming all day or you actually going to do some work?”

Clark lifted his head and looked at Lois, mortified at being caught out in the middle of a fantasy. Especially when she had a starring role.

Lois crossed her arms over her chest and glowered at him.

“I knew it. Sex on the brain! You’ll never make it as a reporter at this rate.”

He blinked at her, then realised she was looking down at his crotch. Shit! he thought, fighting the urge to cover the bulge in his trousers, evidence of his arousal. I need damage control.

“Thinking about your latest conquest?” she gloated. “What was her name?”

“Who?” he asked.

“The girl in the store?” Lois reminded him.

Clark had long forgotten about that girl.

“Actually, I was thinking about you,” he told her, crowding her against the wall just outside her office. He breathed in her scent. Lilies and honeysuckle and the faint citrusy smell of the shampoo she’d used that morning.

Lois’ lips parted slightly, as if she thought he was going to kiss her again. He decided to move in for the kill and she shoved him away.

“Yeah, right! Where have I heard that one before?”

“I’m serious,” he said, entering her office.

“And I’m a monkey’s uncle. How gullible do you think I am?” she asked.

Clark sighed and shook his head. He knew what Lionel would have told him. ‘Don’t waste time on frivolous pursuits son. There is no room in business for emotional involvement’. He wondered what the old man would have said if he’d told him that he was full of shit. But Clark had to admit the old man might have had a teeny tiny point. This attraction to Lois was getting in the way. If he was losing himself in fantasies about her, then he was in serious trouble.

“Keep up, Luthor. I don’t have all day.”

Clark looked up, realising his mind had wandered yet again. What was it about this woman that had him so distracted? It was driving him insane!

But in the back of his mind, a little voice told him the unwanted answer. ‘You’re in love with her, you schmuck!’

Lois was already on her way out of the door again, having picked up her notebook. Clark chased after her.

“So where are we going?”

“To talk to a source.”

She went outside and stuck out a hand, waving to an approaching yellow cab.

“Taxi!” she yelled.

The taxi drove straight on by and Lois huffed in annoyance. “Typical!”

Clark put his fingers in his mouth to whistle and she glowered at him.

“I am perfectly capable of getting my own taxi, thank you,” she said, tossing her head back. It would have been more effective if her hair had been down, but whatever, Clark thought.

He watched with interest as she stuck her hand out again when another taxi approached, this time plastering a sexy smile on her face. Clark stared dubiously. There was no way in hell this was going to work. Except it was. The driver had not only slowed down, but he was clearly going to stop. For a moment, Clark even thought the driver might actually get out of the car and hold the door open for her as if he was one of Lex’s chauffeurs.

Lois smirked at him triumphantly as she opened the door.

“You coming? Or are you going to stand there gawping?”

Clark frowned. When had Lois actually picked up some attitude? Oh, right, he’d forgotten. There was a huge difference between Lois Lane the reporter, and Lois Lane the woman. And she was clearly in reporter mode now.

“Where to, miss?” the driver asked.

“5th and Salisbury,” she told him as they both got in the back seat.

Clark wrinkled his nose. The taxi smelled like something had crawled up the tailpipe and died. Or worse still, a skunk had got in somehow and sprayed everywhere.

Lois must have noticed the stench as well as she quickly tried to wind the window down.

“Sorry about that,” the driver said, when the window wouldn’t budge. “Been meaning to get that fixed.”

Lois looked at Clark and her expression suggested he better just keep his mouth shut, or else. Clark rolled his eyes, wishing he could use his heat vision, or his finger at least, to break the window.

“Hey, aren’t you that guy from that cable show?”

Clark frowned at the driver, who was peering at him in the rear view mirror.

“Yeah, yeah, The Naked Truth. Man, I love that show. And my wife thinks you’re a hoot!”

“Oh really?” Clark said, smirking. “Nice to meet a fan.”

“Oh yeah. I really loved that one you did with, you know, the Battle of the Sexes. Jelly wrestling. Of course, me and the wife, we do our own kind of wrestling, you know? You really helped us spice things up.” The guy winked at him.

Clark noted the sour expression on Lois’ face, as if she’d swallowed a lemon. The point of that particular episode had been to show the difference between men’s fantasies and women’s fantasies.

The driver kept talking about other episodes and Clark responded automatically, revelling in the man’s praise, but he couldn’t help noticing Lois’ expression getting darker and darker.

By the time they reached the destination, Lois was glaring at him like she was wishing she was the one who had the heat vision and she dearly wanted to fry him to a crisp. She flung open her door and got out, clearly expecting Clark to pay.

Clark handed the man his fare, plus a hefty tip. The man stared at the wad of cash in his hand.

“Whoa, thanks.”

“Do me a favour buddy and get your car detailed. And here,” he said, pulling a business card out of his pocket. “Take your wife to dinner at Mario’s. Tell him I sent you. The tab will be on me. And trust me, dinner there, your wife won’t be able to keep her hands off you.”

Mario’s was an exclusive restaurant in the up-market district. The waiting time for reservations there was a month, or longer, but Clark had a table reserved ever since he’d saved the restaurant from burning down, then helped Mario cut through some red tape when he’d wanted to do some extensive renovations. The girl at City Hall had been ‘helpful’ in more ways than one. Mario was one of the few people who knew Clark was The Blur.

“Hey, thanks Mr Luthor,” the driver said. He glanced at Lois, tapping her foot impatiently on the sidewalk. “You’ve got your hands full there, I’d say.”

Clark grinned. “Tell me about it!”

He joined Lois on the sidewalk, suddenly noticing the shabbiness of the surrounding buildings. They were in what used to be known as Suicide Slum.

“Your source is here?” he asked.

“Yes!” Lois said shortly.

“What is with you?” he asked, frowning at her.

“Jello wrestling?”

“Jelly wrestling,” he corrected. “And it worked for that guy.”

Lois rolled her eyes. “And here I was actually falling for the nice guy routine, when that just reminded me how big a jerk you really are.”

“What did I do?” he protested.

“Well, if you don’t know, I’m not going to tell you,” Lois announced, walking off.

Clark sighed, shaking his head. “Women! Earth women!” He went after her, stopping her before she could open the door to a run-down old building. “Lois, in case it escaped your notice the first time, my show is about the battle of the sexes. And so what if I use something like jelly wrestling to prove my point? You know, just because you’re a goddamn prude ...”

“I am not a prude!” she hissed fiercely. “What you don’t get is, it’s demoralising!”

“Two girls wrestling in jelly? That’s every man’s fantasy. Well, every hetero man’s fantasy. And don’t tell me that women don’t have fantasies about men in the same way.”

“It’s disgusting. It totally objectifies women, and ...”

“Did you get that out of a Psych 101 textbook?” he retorted. “You refuse to admit I’m right. Don’t yell at me and tell me that I’m objectifying women when women are just as guilty of doing the same thing.”

“And how are we objectifying men?” Lois asked.

“Do you look at pin-ups?” he asked. “Of beefy guys in just their underwear?”

“What does that have to do with anything? I’m only looking. It’s not like I fantasise ....”

But Clark could see from her expression that he was winning the argument. Lois had a guilty flush on her cheeks.

“My point exactly.”

“Well that’s just ... argh! I can never win with you.”

She turned away from him and went into the building. Clark sighed, looking around, noticing other people milling around. Several of them looked as if they were part of one of the local gangs in this neighbourhood. He didn’t like this at all.

“I’m so dead,” he groaned to himself. Lex was going to kill him for letting Lois drag them both down here.

He turned and followed Lois into the building. It was an old apartment building which should have been abandoned years ago. Rats scurried along the side of the lobby, among the rubbish and leaves that had blown in. Clearly no one had cleaned in a long, long time. And there was what looked suspiciously like vomit, or even worse, human faeces on the walls. And was that blood? Clark thought as he stared at a huge stain which covered part of the floor and the walls.

Lois was waiting for him at the bottom of the stairs.

“Thought for a moment you’d got lost,” she said with a smirk.

“You know, Lex wanted me to keep you out of trouble,” he told her.

“I let you come with me, didn’t I?” she answered. “Relax. You’ll live longer.”

“How do people live like this?” he asked.

“Aw, poor spoiled rich kid,” Lois retorted. “You know, if you actually got off that spoiled ass of yours and stopped thinking the world revolved around you, you might see that there are people who do live like this.”

“They have a choice.”

“And not everyone is as lucky as you, Luthor. And some end up this way because they care about doing what’s right.”

“What is that supposed to mean?” he asked. “Are you saying I don’t care about what’s right?”

“No. But your father sure as hell didn’t. The guy we’re going to see is one of those who got royally screwed over by Lionel.”

Clark bit his lip even as he climbed up the stairs with her. If that was the case, he thought, then this guy wasn’t going to be happy to see him.

“Don’t worry,” Lois continued, almost as if she’d read his mind. “I doubt he can even afford cable, let alone watch it. And I doubt he takes any notice of the society pages. Or the gossip rags.”

The hallway they were walking along was just as filthy as the lobby, and Clark could swear the walls were crumbling. The veneer, or whatever it was they’d used on the walls was cracked and broken in places. And there appeared to be a huge water stain.

God, how do people live like this? Clark thought, aware he’d already asked that question.

Lois walked boldly up to the door of 9G and rapped soundly on the wood. Clark heard an ominous crack and winced. Imagine, he thought, if I’d knocked. The door probably would have fallen off its hinges.

“Yes?” a voice asked politely.

“It’s me. Lois.” Lois’ voice was soft as if she didn’t want to alarm the man inside.

Clark heard the man shuffling to the door and it opened slowly.

“Lois, what brings you here?” he asked.

Clark gaped at the man. He knew him. He’d met him. So much for anonymity, he sighed.

“We needed to talk to you,” Lois said. “Can we come in Uncle Gabe?”

Clark closed his eyes in dismay. Gabe Sullivan. Chloe’s father. And he’d been the manager at the plant in Smallville when Lex had taken it over. Clark had met the man when he’d been made to attend a Christmas party at the manor the year he was fourteen.

Gabe was looking him over.

“Clark? Lionel Luthor’s son?”

Lois suddenly looked a little concerned as she glanced at Clark. Clark, on the other hand, decided honesty was the best policy.

“Uh, yes, Mr Sullivan. It’s me.”

“Well, don’t stand on my doorstep, son,” Gabe said. “Come in.”

For all the horror outside, the tiny apartment was sparkling clean. Gabe was clearly a man who took a lot of pride in himself, where ever he was.

Clark sat on the couch, looking up at the older man. Gabe had aged badly. His once dark hair had thinned and become grey. But abject poverty could do that.

“Sir, I don’t understand,” Clark said. “Why are you living here?”

Gabe smiled weakly. “Call it pride. When your father closed down the plant, we all tried to get new jobs, but with the recession, there were just no jobs to be had. Not for my qualifications anyway.” He chuckled, although it sounded false. “Do you see any crap factories in Metropolis?”

“I’m sorry,” Lois sighed. “I didn’t know you two knew each other that well.”

“I hold no grudges against Clark. Or against his brother. Lex came to me and told me about his baby daughter and his plans to take her away where she would be safe from Lionel. He did admit he was worried what might happen with the plant, especially after Lionel took Lexcorp over and had it reabsorbed into Luthorcorp, but I didn’t blame Lex for one single thing that happened after he left. Nor do I blame you Clark.”

“But if I’d known ...” Clark began.

Gabe looked at him evenly. “You would have not been able to do anything anyway,” Gabe assured him. “And the fact is, you didn’t know. I’m a proud man, Clark. I don’t like to admit my failings to anyone. Even to my own daughter.” He glanced at Lois. “I hope you haven’t said anything ...”

“I kept my promise Uncle Gabe,” Lois said with a nod. “Although I wish you’d at least accept my help.”

“What are you doing now, sir?” Clark asked before Gabe could argue with his niece.

“I work as a janitor at the local high school. It doesn’t pay very much, of course, but ...”

“Would you allow me to talk to Lex?” Clark asked. “I’m sure Lex can help you get a better paying job. One you’re more qualified for.”

“Thank you, Clark, but I choose to make my own way.”

“But it’s Lionel’s fault you’re in this position,” Clark argued. “And maybe, indirectly, ours, because we did nothing about it. We could have at least worked things out so no one would suffer if the plant closed.”

“Please Uncle Gabe. This is no time for the Sullivan pride.”

Gabe smiled at Clark. “Let me give you a piece of advice, son. Never try to argue with a Lane.”

Clark returned the smile. “I’ll keep that in mind, sir.”

“So, what can I do for you kids?” Gabe asked. “Can I make you some coffee?”

“That would be great Uncle Gabe,” Lois smiled.

Gabe returned within a few minutes holding a tray with coffee mugs and cream and sugar. Clark took a mug and poured cream, then sweetened the coffee.

“So, I’m guessing you two are here about a story,” Gabe said as he settled back into his chair with his own coffee.

Lois nodded.

“Uncle Gabe, I know you hear a lot about what goes on in this neighbourhood. And we’re working on a story about a business consortium. One of the people involved might be Clark and Lex’s brother, Lucas.”

Gabe frowned. “Are you talking about Lucas Dunleavy? The boy is bad news, that much I can tell you.”

Of course, Clark thought. Gabe would have met him when Lionel tried to manipulate Lucas into giving up his shares in Luthorcorp. Lucas would have visited the plant.

“Do you know of his current whereabouts?”

“No, but I may know someone who does. Well, let’s just say he ‘knows guys who know guys’. I can give him a call and ask him to meet with you.” Gabe looked at Clark. “Lou’s a bit of a rough character, but by the look of you, I think you can handle him. Lou has a bar on Main. He deals with some of the local criminals around the Slums. And believe me, if they don’t know where Lucas is, then no one does.”

He studied them both. Clark cringed a little at the man’s scrutiny, feeling a little like a lab experiment. He wondered if Lionel had had something to do with the reason Gabe had never been able to get another job in his field. It was certainly something he could believe the old man doing.

“Why are you so interested in this consortium?” Gabe asked.

“Well, for one thing, we believe they may be spearheading corruption at City Hall. We’re just not too sure how deep this goes.”

“And the other?”

“Well, we don’t have any proof yet, but Lionel might have been murdered.”

Gabe nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me.”

They left an hour later, once Gabe had made the call to Lou. The bar was a couple of blocks from the apartment building.

Clark paused in the doorway.

“I’m going to talk to Lex,” he promised Gabe, who nodded. The man might have his pride, but Clark couldn’t let him live like this.

“Clark, I have one more thing to say. I know what happened between you and my daughter. I remember what you were like as a teenager and frankly I didn’t like you then. I thought you were, excuse the language, an arrogant little prick and what you did to Chloe was abhorrent. But I meant what I said. I don’t hold you and your brother personally responsible for the things your father did. You are not Lionel. Either of you. And one more thing. If you treat Lois the same way you did my daughter then I will do my best to beat you to a pulp. Do we understand each other?”

Clark gulped. He could see the man meant exactly what he was saying. Just because it wasn’t possible, it didn’t mean that Gabe wouldn’t give it a damn good try. Clark had the feeling that Gabe had been civil for Lois’ sake. And truth be told, Clark couldn’t blame him.

Lou proved just as helpful as Gabe, promising to put some feelers out and assuring Lois he would call her immediately with any information.

Clark left Lois in her office, then went upstairs to see Lex.

“Any news?” he asked his brother.

“It’s going to take time to cut through the red tape, but I contacted the local CSI unit and they’re looking into it.”

Clark frowned.

“Why wasn’t the autopsy done in the first place?”

Lex shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Lex, there was something else. Lois’ source was Gabe Sullivan. He lives in a rundown apartment building on 5th and Salisbury.”

Lex frowned. “What?”

Clark nodded. “He lost his job when Lionel closed the plant and couldn’t get another one like it. He’s a janitor at the local high school.”

Lex sighed. “Gabe was a damn good manager. Are you seriously telling me he couldn’t get a better paying job?”

“I think Lionel might have blacklisted him. Gabe mentioned something about Lionel not liking his workers speaking out.”

“Shit! Give me his phone number. I’m going to make some calls. A man like Gabe is wasted in a janitorial position.”

Clark did so, watching as Lex wrote down the number. His brother looked up at him.

“Listen, I know you hate monkey suits, but I really need a favour. There’s an exhibition opening tonight at the museum and they’re expecting both of us there.”

“Oh no, Lex, you know I hate those things.”

“I wouldn’t ask if it wasn’t important,” Lex said, almost in protest. “It’s the new Luthor wing. Cat will be there, covering it for the Planet.”

“Still not floating my boat,” Clark said grimacing.

“Would it help if I said please?” his brother cajoled, putting on almost a puppy dog look. Clark growled.

“You look so much like your daughter when you do that.”

“Shouldn’t it be that Lena looks like me when she does it?” Lex grinned, knowing he’d won.

“Fine, Lex. I’ll go. But you owe me. And at the rate you’re going with these IOUs you’ll owe me long after you’re dead and buried.”

“Perish the thought,” his brother answered.

With a sigh, Clark went back down to Lois’ office. She was scowling at the computer.

“You look confused,” he said.

Lois looked up at him. “Do I?”


“Well, maybe it’s because you confuse me,” she answered. “I mean, I really don’t get you.”

“What did I do now?” he asked, giving a long-suffering sigh.

“Like with Uncle Gabe you were all ‘yes sir’, but you go and act like a total jerk when it’s just me.”

Clark bit his lip. “You’re right. I’m sorry. I have been a colossal tool and I need to learn to back off.”

Lois started to say something, as if she was going to accept his apology, then stopped.

“Okay, what do you want, Luthor?”

“Who says I want anything?” he asked, trying to look innocent.

“Because you wouldn’t apologise unless you wanted something.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “Okay, you got me. Lex is making me go to this black tie thing at the museum tonight and I don’t want to go alone.”

“Are you suggesting we go out on a date?” she asked.

“Well, no. I mean, yeah, I guess you’d be my date, but we could make it business if it would make you feel any better.”

“It would,” she answered. “Is it being covered?”

“Yeah, Cat’s covering it.”

It was Lois’ turn to roll her eyes. “Oh, great!”

“So you’ll come with?” he asked.

“Do I have a choice?”

“Do you really want me to answer that?” he asked. “I’ll pick you up at seven.”

“Make it seven-thirty,” she said.

“The thing starts at eight,” he told her. “And it’s all the way across town from your place.”

“Then we’ll make an entrance,” she said.

Clark hated black tie affairs. He hated tuxedos even more. But the event was about more than an exhibition opening. The Luthor wing of the museum was being opened for the first time that evening. Since Lionel had been a powerful figure in the city, the museum had chosen to name the wing after Lionel. And as his sons, Clark and Lex, or at least, Lex, were under obligation to be there.

Right on seven-thirty, Clark knocked on Lois’ door. She came out, wearing a stunning strapless white gown with hundreds of tiny sequins dotted in a pattern over the skirt. Her make-up was perfect and her hair was pulled back into a knot, with stray curls falling naturally around her face.

“Wow!” Clark exclaimed. “You look amazing!”

Lois smiled, her expression clearly suggesting she felt the same way about him.

“You should wear monkey suits often,” she told him, giving his bow tie a quick tug to make it sit straight.

“Nah!” he answered. “Give me a good pair of jeans, bottle of beer and I’m set.”

Lois chuckled. “You really do break the mould, don’t you?”

Lex was watching anxiously near the doorway as they entered. He approached them.

“Where have you been?” he asked.

“Chill, Lex. I’m here, aren’t I?” Clark answered.

“I suppose. Lois, you look stunning!” he added, kissing her on the cheek.

“Thank you, Lex. You scrub up nicely as well.”

They entered the museum together, only a few minutes late for the speeches. Clark grabbed two glasses of champagne and handed one to Lois. It wasn’t the genuine champagne he’d tried in France, but it was close.

He gulped his first glass down quickly, hoping the slight buzz he would get from the wine would help him get through the evening. He pulled at his collar, noticing Lex watching as he grabbed another glass.

“Slow down,” Lex whispered. “Or Lois is going to think you’ll be too drunk to drive.”

“You know I don’t get drunk, Lex,” Clark whispered back.

“But she doesn’t know that. And try to behave like a gentleman.”

Clark sent his brother a look, but slowed down his drinking. As soon as the speeches were over he took the opportunity to mingle. As he turned to see where Lois had got to and saw her talking to a girl who looked a lot like her cousin. And was that ... Clark groaned. Bruce Wayne.

The Gotham billionaire looked him over coolly as he approached.

“Well, Luthor, seems you scrub up rather well.”

“Wayne,” Clark said shortly.

Lois touched his arm. “Clark, you remember my cousin Chloe,” she said.

The blonde looked beautiful in an emerald green gown that set off the green in her eyes.

“Hello Chloe. You look beautiful,” he said honestly.

“Clark. It’s been a while.”

He nodded, feeling a flush of embarrassment. It was, for want of a better word, an alien feeling.

The two girls began chatting happily, clearly catching up, while Clark and Bruce glared daggers at each other.

Clark only knew of Bruce through Lex. Bruce had been an upperclassman at Excelsior when Lex had started there a year after the accident in Smallville, and they’d become fairly good friends. At least until Lionel had intervened. Lionel didn’t believe in cultivating friendships. Business relationships, yes.

Bruce had disappeared for a few years, presumed dead, until he’d returned from Asia, very much alive. He’d taken over the reins of Wayne Enterprises and, despite his playboy reputation, had proven himself a very capable businessman. He’d come to Metropolis to discuss business deals with Lionel, and had once visited Smallville. But he’d always looked at Clark as Lex’s bratty younger brother and had little time for him.

“Chloe tells me you and Lois are working together,” Bruce said.

“So are you dating Chloe?” Clark asked.

“That’s none of your business,” Bruce snapped. “And I don’t think I need discuss that with you.”

“Just what is your problem, Bruce?” Clark asked.

“You, Clark. You’re my fucking problem. I don’t like you and I don’t trust you. And I’m only here tonight because Chloe is concerned about her cousin.”

Oh here it comes, Clark thought. He’s going to warn me off Lois as well. What was it with everyone that they thought he was so untrustworthy with women that they needed protecting from him?

Clark managed to drag Lois aside for a few moments.

“What’s wrong with you?” she asked, glaring at him.

“I’ll tell you what’s wrong. It seems that everyone is suddenly accusing me of being the Big Bad Wolf when it comes to you and I’m sick and tired of it!”

“That’s because when it comes to women, you are the Big Bad Wolf,” she told him.

“I can change,” he insisted.

“Right. A leopard doesn’t change its spots, Clark.” She pulled away from him and went back to Chloe’s side. Chloe turned her head and smirked at him.

“You’re wrong, Lois,” he said softly. “And I’m going to prove it to you.”

Forget the seduction, he decided. He was going to romance her. Wine her and dine her and make her forget all about all those other women he’d dated. He was going to make her see that she was, now and forever, the only woman he ever wanted or needed. Even if it killed him.



( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Oct. 26th, 2011 06:30 pm (UTC)
So happy to see another chapter of this one. Well done sweetie.
Oct. 27th, 2011 04:55 am (UTC)
I'm glad you enjoyed it hon.
Oct. 26th, 2011 11:19 pm (UTC)
Aw you go clark!!! You can do it!
Oct. 27th, 2011 04:55 am (UTC)
Yep, he's got a fire lit under him and he's not giving up on her.
Oct. 27th, 2011 08:43 am (UTC)
You write these characters so beautifully; its as if the slight twist in SV 'reality' brought out the true natures of each character. I particularly love your Lex, a wonderfully understanding older brother. I do hope he can find something good for Gabe and that Lucas doesn't cock things up too much.
Oct. 27th, 2011 04:11 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much. I actually enjoy creating different sides to the characters and thinking about how they would handle certain situations had their lives taken different paths.

I like Lex in this story too. He and Clark have had their problems but they have moved past them to form a great relationship.

As for Lucas, he'll be making an appearance in an upcoming chapter.
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May. 14th, 2012 07:36 am (UTC)
Even more twists coming up.
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