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The Truth About Men and Women 29/74

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

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.

a/n: Awesome banner made by dream_infinity0


Chapter Twenty-Nine

Lois spent mostly a sleepless night in the hospital. She hated the uncomfortable, narrow beds and the nurse coming in every couple of hours or so to check her obs. The stuffiness of the room gave her a pounding headache and the discomfort was making things worse.

Lena had crawled into bed with her shortly after midnight when she woke from a nightmare. Lois held the little girl in her arms, rubbing her back to soothe her. Lena had obviously never been away from home before and the fact that she was unsettled after the kidnapping had a lot to do with it.

The nurse had tried to get Lena back into her own bed, but Lois firmly told the woman no. Lena needed her and she wasn’t going to deny the girl some comfort.

Careful not to disturb the sleeping child, Lois switched on the overhead lamp and grabbed a notebook and pen she’d begged off one of the night staff. She began to write notes on the things she’d learned since she’d begun investigating Marionette Ventures.

Number one was the Toyman. He clearly was some kind of genius, if a little unhinged. She wrote his name on the paper, then drew a box around the name, then an arrow. Next was Lucas Luthor, or rather Dunleavy. She wrote the name, and added a border. Beside that, she drew an arrow to Clark and Lex. There was a bigger connection than the fact that they were brothers.

Another offshoot of that was Lionel. Again, there was more than just the filial connection between Lucas and Lionel. And she was sure it had something to do with Luthorcorp. Another arrow led to a box and the word ‘murder’. Was Lionel’s murder connected to what Lucas was doing or was it because of Morgan Edge and the murder of Lionel’s parents.

Patricide clearly was nothing unusual where the Luthors were concerned. At least where Lucas and Lionel were concerned. Clark and Lex were another matter entirely. Judging from what she had learned about Lillian from Clark, Lex was more like his mother than his father. Sure, he had an edge to him that Lionel had probably taught him, but the fact that he had sacrificed so much to keep his daughter safe said a lot about his strength of character.

Clark’s memories of his father’s abuse had been a contributing factor in Clark’s decision to turn away from Lionel. But was there more than that? And why would Lucas be so interested in Clark?

Lena whimpered, sounding as if she was having another nightmare, and Lois rubbed her back absently until the child quieted. She chewed on the end of the pen, deep in thought.

Lois went back to her notes. She was missing something. Something extremely important. And it had everything to do with Clark. She was certain of that.

Factor in the Blur, she thought. Lucas was interested in people with meteor mutations. But from what Chloe had told her, those mutations resulted in one ability, or possibly two in Lex’s case. He had a high-functioning immunity system, which meant he never got sick. And a faster than normal healing ability. Or maybe the two were connected. Lois was no medical expert, but it did seem possible, even logical. After all, the body’s ability to heal was linked to its ability to stave off infections.

She had considered this before, but was it really possible that the Blur was more than that. Maybe he wasn’t even from around here.

Lois went back to look at her notes, scribbling some more.

Lucas=meteor mutants=The Blur???? she wrote.

But then, why Clark? If Lucas was only interested in Lex and Luthorcorp, then why separate Clark from her and Lena. Anyone at that fair would have seen the three of them together, so there was no rhyme or reason for it.

And normally the Blur would have been blurring in to her rescue, so to speak, before things got out of hand. It had happened at least twice now in the last week. So what had taken him so long? Okay, Lois thought, maybe she was selfish in thinking that the Blur was her own personal saviour. Of course he would have other emergencies needing his time. But she knew how close she and Lena had both come to dying. Another minute or so and they would have both had it.

The Blur had already told her he could hear everything that went on in the city. So it stood to reason that he would have heard Lena’s cries of panic. Even if he had been occupied with another emergency. And Lena had been crying for a lot longer than a few minutes. The Joker had been gone for at least ten minutes before the fire had taken hold. And Lois had wasted much of that trying to figure a way out of that locked room.

So where did that leave her in the magical mystery tour into the Blur?

Lois put pen to paper again, her addled brain trying to sift through the pieces of clues she had about the Blur. First, there was the brief conversation they’d had, where the Blur had warned her against going up against Lucas. Shortly after she’d had a similar conversation with Clark. And she didn’t buy that excuse about him ‘hearing everything’.

Second, Lucas had separated her and Clark. Lucas was interested in people with meteor abilities. Did that mean Clark had abilities?

Third, Clark had been rescued by Batman and Green Arrow. While she’d been watching the news, there had been a brief item about two men being chased by Batman and Green Arrow, plus a third man around the same time she was being treated by the medics at the warehouse. The timing was just too much of a coincidence.

She scribbled once more, yawning, then put the notebook on the side table. Her last entry had a huge border around it, which she’d drawn over several times.

Clark=The Blur???

Clark and Lex turned up shortly after breakfast. Lena immediately ran to her father, asking to be picked up. It seemed like the little girl wanted to be babied, but Lois couldn’t blame her.

Clark was peering at her, which made her a little uncomfortable.

“What?” she asked.

“Are you okay? You look like you didn’t sleep much.”

Lois shook her head. “Not really. These beds are so uncomfortable.”

Lex looked up from the chair on the other side of the room where he was holding Lena on his lap.

“We talked to the doctor. He said you can leave whenever you’re ready.”

Lois sighed heavily. “Thank God,” she said, scrambling out of bed. “I don’t want to stay here another minute.” Holding her gown closed at the back, she grabbed the bag of clothes Clark handed to her, knowing he’d let himself in to her place. The clothes she’d worn the day before were needing to be laundered anyway, she thought. She went to the bathroom and changed quickly.

She glanced at her reflection in the mirror. Clark was right. She looked like hell.

She returned to the room to find Lex helping Lena into some fresh clothes as well. He looked up at her as Lena stood quietly while he buttoned her jeans.

“Clark’s gone to get the discharge papers.”

“Great, thanks,” she said. She went to the side table and pulled open the drawer, glad she’d thought to put the notepad in there, out of sight.

“What’s that?” Lex asked.

“Oh, I couldn’t sleep last night, and Lena kept having nightmares. So I figured I’d just make some notes on the story.”

“Yeah, about that,” Lex said. “I don’t think it’s a good idea for you to keep working on it. That’s three times in a week you’ve cheated death.”

“I really don’t think we should discuss that here,” she said, not wanting to get into an argument in Lena’s presence. She knew it was going to be a doozy. Lex had been badly frightened by what had almost happened to his daughter, and to her; not that he would ever admit to something that unmanly.

Clark returned just then.

“Okay, you’re all checked out. Let’s get you guys home.”

“We’ll go to my place first,” Lex said. “I think we need to have a talk. Like rational adults.”

Lois saw Clark frown at his brother, but he said nothing. Lena begged her father to pick her up so he could carry her out, but he protested she was too heavy. Clark grinned, turning and holding his arms out behind his back.

“Come on squirt, I’ll carry you piggy back.”

“Yay!” she squealed.

Lois followed them out, biting her lip. Lex had brought the BMW he favoured driving when Lena was in the car.

“Ooh, can I sit in front with Daddy?” Lena asked.

“Sorry kiddo,” Clark told her. “Squirts sit in the back.”

Lois grinned. Clark’s long legs would be squashed in the back.

Lena pouted, but nodded, letting him buckle her into the booster seat in the back. Lois winked at her as she got in the back beside her.

“At least you’ll have me to keep you company,” she said.

“Seat belts,” Lena sang out to her father and uncle, acting like she was the boss in the car. Which probably wasn’t too far from the truth, Lois decided.

“Yeah, yeah,” Lex grumbled. “Bossy boots.” He turned and grinned at his daughter as he pulled on his seatbelt and snapped it in place.

They hadn’t gone very far before Lena leaned forward in her seat.

“Daddy, I’m hungry. Can we go to McDonalds?”



“Because it’s bad for you. I bet Mrs Hendricks has baked some cookies for you. Cookies are better than McDonalds.”

“But I don’t want cookies,” Lena pouted.

“Lena, young ladies don’t pout.”

“I’m seven. I’m not a young lady.” Lois glanced at Lena. The little girl’s face had a stubborn set to it, and Lois wondered if she was working herself up to a full-on tantrum.

It wasn’t surprising, really, after the ordeal the day before. Lena had been so well protected that Lois was sure nothing like this had ever happened to her and now it was all catching up to her.

Lena kicked out, just catching the back of Clark’s seat. Clark turned and looked at her.

“Lena, don’t kick the seat.”

“I want McDonalds,” Lena said, still pouting.

“What you’ll get is a time out in your room young lady,” Lex told her, “if you don’t stop this nonsense right now.”

Lena burst into tears, telling her father she hated him because he was so mean to her. Lois bit her lip. She didn’t know what to do, watching the child sobbing. Clark must have sensed her distress, turning his head to look at her and he just shook his head. Lois figured it was best to just let her cry it out.

Lena was still crying her little heart out when Lex pulled into the garage at the house. Lois got out of the car, pausing, but Lex came around to Lena’s side and lifted her out, letting her cry on his shoulder. She followed the men into the house.

Sure enough the housekeeper had baked cookies. They were still warm on the plate on the counter. Lois saw a woman in her late fifties emptying the dishwasher in the kitchen. She was a slim, attractive woman with a kind face.

“Mrs H,” Clark said, “this is Lois.”

“Hello Lois. I heard about what happened. Are you all right?”

“I’m fine. Thank you,” she said, glancing back to the other room where Lex was soothing his daughter, rocking her and patting her back, talking quietly. Lois glanced at Clark. “Is Lena okay? I’m sorry. I didn’t know what to do.”

“She’s fine. I think everything just caught up with her. Lex has got it.”

“It must be really tough on him sometimes,” Lois said in sympathy. “Raising her on his own.”

Clark nodded, watching his brother.

“Yeah, it has been tough, but Lex just wants to make sure she’s protected. That’s why he doesn’t date. I mean, most of the women he dated in the past only went out with him for his money, and his first wife tried to kill him for the money.”

“That’s so awful,” Lois said. “Lex has a lot more to offer than money.”

Clark shrugged. “Price of being a Luthor. Don’t get me wrong. I took full advantage of it when I was a teenager. Hell, I liked the idea of being chased for my money, as well as my looks.”

“Gee, ego much?” Lois said dryly.

Clark laughed.

Lex came in, holding Lena’s hand. Her little face was red from crying, but she looked better.

“What do you say, Lena?” he asked quietly.

Lena let go of her father’s hand and went to her uncle, who crouched down.

“I’m sorry I kicked your seat Uncle Clark,” she said softly.

He hugged her. “It’s okay, squirt.”

Lex touched his daughter’s shoulder. “What do you have to say to Lois?”

Lois bent down to the girl’s level as Lena approached her.

“Thank you for taking care of me,” Lena said.

Lois hugged her. “Oh sweetie, that’s okay.”

Lena turned back to her father.

“Can I have a cookie now? Please?”

“Yes, you may,” he said. “And a glass of chocolate milk. And when you’ve finished that, I want you to go have a nap for a while, okay?”

Lena nodded, yawning. “Thank you Daddy. I love you.”

“I love you too baby. Now, come on, up to the counter,” he said, lifting her up to the stool. The housekeeper had already set a cookie on a plate and poured a glass of milk, leaving them waiting for Lena.

Mrs Hendricks had also made coffee for them all and they took their cups into the living room.

“Sorry about all that,” Lex said. “Lena gets a little cranky when she’s upset or tired. Or both.”

Lois shook her head. “I understand. Yesterday would be too much for anyone. Including me.”

“Speaking of that ...”

“Lex, I know what you’re going to say, but this story is too important for me to drop.”

“Lois, you were almost killed yesterday,” Lex said quietly.

Clark looked deep in thought as he sipped his coffee.

“You know, what I’d like to know is, how did they know we would be there? I mean, the Joker obviously had it planned. This wasn’t a random thing. It would have taken some planning. Especially with the gas bombs and the fake medics.”

“Not to mention that jerk with the kid who pushed Lena.”

Lex frowned. “Yeah, I’d like to know how Mercy managed to get so distracted that she wasn’t protecting you guys when you were taken.”

“I doubt it would have made much difference if Mercy had been there, Lex,” Clark said. “She’d have been gassed too. Or worse. She might have been killed.”

“But someone had to know that I hired Mercy. It makes me wonder if there is someone at the Planet who is feeding them information. And once I find out who it is, they can consider themselves out of a job.”

Lois wondered about that herself. There weren’t many in their circle who knew and she was sure neither Perry nor Tess would have told anyone else.

“So what do we do now?” Clark asked. “Obviously the Joker needs to be found before he tries something else. And Lucas.”

“I think we need to check out that place Lucas was holding you,” Lois told him.

Lex shook his head. “No, I don’t think that’s a good idea.”

“Why? There have to have been some clues left behind.”

But Lex was adamant. Which made Lois wonder what they were trying to hide from her. She vowed she was going to do some research on her own and see what she could dig up. In spite of Lex and Clark’s objections. And she had every reason to want to do this on her own. If what she was beginning to suspect was true, the last place Clark would want her to be was there.

She sighed. It wasn’t going to be easy, that’s for sure. Clark and Lex were into full-on protection mode and giving them the slip was going to be a mission.

“What about Morgan Edge?” Lois asked, changing the subject.

“What about him?” Lex asked.

“Well, where was he during all this brouhaha yesterday? I mean, if Lucas is working for him ...”

Clark shook his head.

“I guess we’ll have to assume that Edge is staying in the background. And we have no proof that he’s behind this.”

“What about that memo?” Lois asked Clark.

“Sure that implies a connection, but it’s not giving us proof. Nothing that will stand up in a court of law.”

“Well, don’t you think that’s where we should go next? Try to prove the connection between Edge and Lucas?”

Clark looked at her. “No, Lois. I’m not going to let you do it.”

“Do what?” Lex asked.

“Go undercover at the Windgate Club. Or Atlantis.”

Lex looked at her. “Oh, hell no.”

“I am the only one who can get behind the scenes at the club,” she reminded the brothers. “Your face is too well known for you to be a bouncer. But no one would think twice if you went to the club to check out the strippers.” She smirked at him. “Of course, keep in mind that the only girl you get to feast those babies on is me.”

Clark coughed. “Noted,” he said. He turned to Lex. “I hate to say it, but she’s got a point. The only way we’re going to find anything is to walk into the viper’s nest.”

Lex sighed.

“Fine,” he said, his reluctance clear. “Check out this club. But Lois, you use some sort of disguise. I don’t want Lucas recognising you if he happens to stop by.”

Lena came in, having finished her cookies and milk and went to her father, crawling up onto his chair.

“Lena, why aren’t you taking a nap like I suggested?” he asked softly.

“Want to stay with you Daddy.”

Lex pulled her onto his lap and cuddled her. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“I don’t want the bad man to get me while I’m sleeping.”

Lois felt her heart break for the little girl. She should never have been caught up in this.

“She had nightmares last night,” she told Lex.

Lex sighed, holding his daughter close.

“Daddy’s not going to let anything happen to you, Lena. I promise.”

Feeling reassured, Lena closed her eyes. Lex looked down at his daughter with a tender expression, brushing the hair out of her eyes.

“See Lex,” Lois said quietly. “We have to finish this. For her.”

Lex nodded slowly, still watching his daughter as she fell asleep in his arms.

Lois yawned, the events of the day before and the lack of sleep finally catching up with her. Clark noticed the yawn.

“I should get you home,” he said. “You’re exhausted.”

Lois let him drive her home. Lex had apparently sent someone to pick up Clark’s car from the grounds. He parked the car on the road and looked at her.

“Do you want me to walk you to your door?”

Lois hesitated. She wanted more than that, but the point was, was she ready to take that step? The last couple of days with him had been amazing and scary and she had come close to buying the farm. She knew how she felt about him and she didn’t want to waste another minute.

“Would you stay with me?” she asked. “I mean ... you know, just for a little ... I ... I don’t want to be alone.”

Clark looked at her, then smiled gently.

“Sure. I’ll stay as long as you need me.”

Lois glanced behind her as she walked to her door, making sure he was there. Even if it was only a few metres, she felt reassured that he was following. Clark took her key from his key ring and opened the door. Lois’ belongings had been destroyed in the fire at the warehouse, along with her keys.

“Do you want me to make you something to drink?” he asked, but she shook her head.

“I just need to sleep,” she answered.

“I can stay out here, then.”

“Clark, you don’t have to stay out here.”

He frowned. “Lois ...”

She went to him, her hands on his chest as she looked up at him.

“Clark, I nearly died yesterday. I know that’s been said a few times already today, but it’s the truth. And I ... I need you to know, I ... I can’t ... I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I just ... no one’s ever made me feel safe like you do.” She grinned and averted her eyes. “No one else has ever driven me crazy like you do. And I didn’t want to let another minute go by without telling you that.”

Clark seemed lost for words. He stared at her, lips parted, like he was trying to figure out what to say.

“Clark, I know it’s only been a couple of weeks, but I guess, almost dying, just gave me more clarity. I mean, I’ve spent the last, well, five years at least, trying to build my career, and, you know, having a career and being on top of your game is great, but I always felt there was something missing and I know, I know, I’m rambling, but I hate uncomfortable silences. I always have. I guess it comes back to, you know, the silences at the dinner table, because my dad was never much of a talker, and we didn’t really have a lot of conversations at the dinner table ...”

Clark, meanwhile was trying to speak. He put a hand over her mouth to silence her.

“Do you ever stop talking?” he asked with a grin. She grinned back.


He kissed her, his tongue parting her lips, tasting her. Lois put her arms around his neck, pulling him close. The kiss deepened, becoming more passionate. Lois moaned softly, her body begging for more.

Somehow they ended up in the bedroom. Clark pushed her down on the bed, still kissing her, and he lay on top of her, his hands slowly exploring her body. Lois reached for the hem of her top and she pulled it over her head. Clark sat up, looking her over.

“Lois! Why didn’t you tell me?”

She frowned at him. “Tell you what?”

“You have massive bruises all over you. What did that maniac do to you?”

Lois glanced down, having forgotten about the bruises. Her torso was a mottled mix of black and blue. When the Joker had tried to get to Lena, Lois had fought him off. Clearly the psychotic criminal had no qualms about hitting women.

“I forgot,” she said. “Clark, it’s okay, they don’t hurt that much.”

Clark moved away from her. “We are not doing this,” he said. “You’re hurt.”

“No, Clark, please, I want to.”

He was going to leave. Lois couldn’t have that. She sat up, wondering what to do to make him stay. To her surprise, Clark was kicking off his shoes and taking off his pants and shirt.

“What are you ...”

“You need rest and I’m going to make sure that you do,” he said. He came back to the bed and knelt over her, unbuttoning her jeans and pulling them down gently. Then he shifted on the bed, pulling back the bedclothes. “Come on,” he said. “Get in.”

“Yes sir,” she said, a giggle bubbling up.

“You got a smart mouth, Lane.”

“So what are you going to do about it?” she asked as she got under the covers and watched as he lay beside her.

“Hmm, I think I’ll just have to kiss it out of you,” he said, doing just that.

Lois moved so they were laying close together and took his hand, linking her fingers with his. Then she rolled over, spooning against him.

“Don’t give me ideas, Lane,” he growled softly. Lois giggled again. “Stop giggling and go to sleep.”

“Yes sir,” she said again. He squeezed her torso lightly, then pressed closer to her. Lois fell asleep with his warm breath blowing gently over her.



( 7 comments — Leave a comment )
Dec. 16th, 2011 08:28 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter sweetie!!
Dec. 17th, 2011 12:46 am (UTC)
Thanks hon
Dec. 17th, 2011 04:12 am (UTC)
Aw they are so cute at the end. I knew lois was smart enough to realize who the blur is. I just hope she took the notes and remembers to look at them. Wonderful chapter honey!
Dec. 17th, 2011 04:23 am (UTC)
Let's just say that the next chapter will be interesting.

They are very cute, aren't they? *g*
Dec. 17th, 2011 05:08 am (UTC)
Great chapter

great work
Dec. 17th, 2011 05:59 am (UTC)
Thanks hon, glad you enjoyed it.
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May. 15th, 2012 06:37 am (UTC)
Clark can be really sweet when he wants to.
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