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The Truth About Men and Women 36/74

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 Thirty-Six

Lois gave an audible sigh which sounded a lot like frustration.

“You know what? Lucas is really starting to piss me off. I mean, it’s not enough that he tries to control City Hall. But he has to try to kill you, and me and he tried to hurt Lena.”

Clark understood exactly what she meant. But the danger there was, with Lois so angry, she was liable to do something drastic.

“Cat, why don’t you start with telling us how you met Lucas,” Clark told the blonde gently.

“Well, I was in the park, with my little boy, and he came and sat next to me. We got to talking and he was really sweet and nice. Not like, you know, Adam’s dad. I mean he could be really sweet when he wanted to be too, but he could be really mean, and Lucas didn’t seem like that.” Her eyes widened. “Oh god, does this mean I’m one of those girls who always, you know, attracts guys like that ...”

She started rambling about the types of guys she often dated.

“Cat ...” Lex interrupted. “We need to know about Lucas!”

“Oh,” she said, blushing. “Um, well, he asked me to dinner, and we did that a few times. I even had dinner at his apartment.”

“Address?” Lex barked. Cat shrunk in terror.

“Um ...”

Lois was looking from Lex to Cat. She then glanced at Clark, her expression one of frustration. Clark shot his brother a look to get him to back down.

“Cat, it’s very important that we get as much information as we can. And we need the address.”

Cat nodded. “I’m so sorry about Miss Mercer,” she said. “I didn’t know. He just said his last name was Dunleavy.”

“I know, Cat,” Clark said gently. “Tell us what you talked about.”

“Well, Lucas was asking questions about the Blur, really. What I thought of him, whether I’d actually talked to him.”

“And you didn’t think that was weird?” Lois asked.

“A lot of people are interested in the Blur,” Clark told her, shooting her a look.

Cat seemed reassured by that. “I really didn’t mean ... if I’d known, I never would have told him about the weekend, I swear to you, Mr Luthor,” she begged Lex.

Lex held up a hand. “I appreciate that, Cat, but the fact is, my daughter was nearly killed. I hope you understand the gravity of the situation.”

Cat nodded enthusiastically. “I do, oh, I do. Please don’t fire me, Mr Luthor. I love my job.”

“You’re not fired, Cat, but I would suggest you be a bit more discerning in who you choose to impart information to in future.”

“Yes sir. I will. Thank you.”

Cat wrote down the address of Lucas’ apartment and left. Clark took the slip of paper.

“Clark,” Lex said. “You know, this is either a trap or a dead end.”

“And maybe Lucas got careless and left something behind. Come on, Lois, let’s go check it out.”

Lois didn’t seem so certain as they entered the lobby of the building.

“Are you sure about this, Clark? What if Lex is right and this is a trap?”

“I know, Lois,” he said, trying to be reassuring. “But don’t you want this over? We have to try every lead we can get.”

“But don’t you think Oliver and the others might ...”

Clark touched the communicator in his ear. “I can contact them if I need to,” he said softly. He took her hand. “We’ll do this quickly, okay?”


He held her tightly as he sped up the stairs to the tenth floor where Cat said Lucas had lived. He knew it was a long shot, but he had hoped that Lucas might not have had time to get rid of anything. Especially since they’d only learned the day before that Lucas had been conning Cat.

Clark did feel sorry for the girl. Cat had been rather naive. And he hoped she would take Lex’s words to heart. She hadn’t meant anything malicious by it. But she had been too trusting, and that was a hard lesson for her.

Lois was breathless by the time he set her down at the top of the stairs.

“Uh, yeah, let’s not do that when we go back down,” she said. “It takes a bit of getting used to.”

Clark grinned. “Okay.”

The door to the apartment was wide open and it was just as Clark had feared. The apartment had virtually been ransacked. Drawers were hanging open, closets were cleaned out and the only items left were the pieces of furniture which Lucas had obviously leased with the apartment.

“Damn!” Lois sighed.

“Well, it was a long shot,” he answered. He x-rayed each of the rooms but there was nothing that he could see.

“Maybe we better just check. Just in case he’s left something behind.”

“I’ve already used my x-ray vision,” Clark answered. “There’s nothing here.”

“You could still have missed something,” Lois returned. She went into one of the bedrooms and he heard the sound of her checking cupboards and drawers.

With a sigh, he went into the other bedroom and began looking through the closet, making sure there was nothing that he might have missed. Although he doubted it.

He went back out a couple of minutes later to find Lois checking the cupboards in the kitchen.

“There’s nothing here, Lois,” he said. “I guess it was a wild goose chase after all.”

But just as he turned to leave, he heard a small sound. It would never have been detected by the human ear, but it seemed to generate at an ultra-high frequency. Clark gasped.

“Lois!” He ran to the kitchen and grabbed her, just as the room exploded in a huge fireball. Lois automatically threw up her hands to cover her face.

Time slowed almost to a standstill as Clark ran through the flames, holding Lois tightly, his arms covering her face to protect her. Each particle seemed to moving at slower than even a micro-second. Clark sped out of the apartment and down to the alleyway behind the building so they were out of sight of anyone who happened to pass by.

An alarm rang out shrilly as tenants in the other apartments realised what was happening. Clark quickly made sure Lois was okay.

Her hair was dishevelled and she had a black mark on her forehead, but it appeared to be soot.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

She nodded, still a little out of breath. “You need to help them,” she said, indicating the tenants upstairs.

“Stay here,” he told her.

She nodded again. “Go!”

Clark ran up the stairs again to the tenth floor. The explosion had taken out half of the level, but to his relief he noted that there were no casualties. Most of the apartments on that floor had been empty. Those who had lived furthest away from the apartment had escaped the blast.

He helped the remaining tenants out of the building, making sure there was no one else on the floor above as well, then ran back to the apartment. Drawing air into his lungs, he used his icicle breath to douse the flames.

Hearing the sirens of the fire department, Clark sped back downstairs to the alleyway. Lois stepped out from behind a dumpster.

“Someone came down here. I think they might have been looking for me, so I hid behind the dumpster.”

Clark nodded. “Good girl. Come on. We need to get to Watchtower.” He took her hand. “Are you okay for me to fly?”

“Yeah,” she said, putting her arms around his neck. “Let’s go.”

Clark launched himself in the air, keeping Lois cocooned within the safety of his arms. It was the first time he’d really flown with anyone else but it felt like the right time to do it. And Lois didn’t seem to be too nervous by it. She clung to him, but not tightly, looking around.

“Wow, Clark,” she said.

He just barely heard her over the wind in his ears, but he could hear the wonder in her voice. He grinned down at her. One day he would like to take her flying and show her the beauty of her world, his adopted world.

Within a couple of minutes, he landed at Watchtower. Chloe looked up from her console. Bruce was still in Gotham, but Chloe had elected to stay behind. She’d taken some well-earned vacation time from her job.

“What’s up?” she asked.

“We were investigating Lucas’ apartment,” Clark told her as he set Lois down gently.

“Is that where I saw an explosion reported a few minutes ago?” the blonde asked.

“That’s it,” he nodded. “Right before the explosion I heard something, like on an ultra-sonic frequency.”

Chloe immediately set to work on the computer.

“You’re thinking the bomb might have been set off remotely,” she said. “I’ll see if I can find the signal and track it back to its source.”

Clark grinned at her. “I was so hoping you’d say that.”

Clark had to admit it was great working with Chloe again, and on good terms, even if the circumstances weren’t so great. She had always been exceptionally smart and she was able to pick up various concepts quickly.

He was also glad they’d been able to put the past behind them. The last thing he wanted was for continued hostility because of what he’d done to her, especially now.

Lois put her hand on his arm.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked softly.

“Honestly? That I’m glad Chloe and I have managed to put the past behind us.”

Lois smiled gently and didn’t comment. They watched Chloe type busily on the computer. Clark’s phone rang and he picked it up.


“Thank god you’re okay,” Lex said. “Is Lois with you?”

“Yeah. We’re fine. I guess you heard about the explosion.”

“I did warn you it might be a trap.”

“You can save the ‘I told you so’s’ for later. Chloe’s tracking down a signal for us.”

“What signal?”

“I think the bomb was detonated remotely.”

“Well, keep on it.”

“We plan to.”

Chloe looked up at him from the computer and grinned up at him.

“Let me guess. Lex was worrying?”

“He worries a lot these days,” Clark sighed. “How’s it going?”

“It’s taking a little time to narrow it to find it, but I think I’m almost there.” She typed in a few more commands on the keyboard and brought up a map on the screen. “This is the best I can do,” she said. “The signal had a fairly short range. No more than a couple of kilometres. I’ve narrowed it down to this area here,” she added, circling the map on the screen.

“Can you narrow it down any more than that?” Clark asked.

“I’ll cross reference it with everything we have on Lucas and Marionette Ventures. That might be able to tell us something.”

She typed in a few more commands on the computer, working quickly.

“Nothing directly connecting it to Lucas, but here’s something interesting.”

“What is it?” Lois asked, moving to look over Chloe’s shoulder.

“There’s an unused pharmaceutical company about four blocks from the apartment. It’s called Metron Pharmaceuticals. Lionel bought the company then closed it down a couple of years before he died.”

Clark frowned. He’d never heard of the place. And what interest would Lionel have had in a pharmaceutical company?

“Why was it closed down?” he asked.

“Says here that it was under investigation by the FDA for the sale and distribution of pharmaceuticals not approved by the FDA. They were working on a particular drug at the time called CL89 which was purported to regenerate diseased organs. But the FDA claimed the trials failed to produce any viable results.”

“Maybe Lucas is trying to start up the trials again,” Lois suggested.

“Yeah, maybe,” Clark said. “I’m going to go check it out.”

“I’m going with you,” Lois told him.

Clark knew very well by now that once Lois made up her mind about something, there was no changing it. And he knew if he didn’t take her along, she’d figure out a way to get there anyway.

The building which had once housed Metron Pharmaceuticals was run-down. Many of the windows were broken and the wood was rotting with age and dampness. Clark glanced at Lois as they walked around the building, checking it out, having decided on a cautious approach. Lois shrugged.

Clark activated his x-ray vision. There appeared to be a laboratory in the far corner of the building. And at least three people were standing talking. He focused his vision. One of them was Lucas.

Lois grabbed his arm and he pulled back, looking at her. He realised what was up when she pointed to the east side of the building. Someone was coming. From what Clark could tell, it was just one person. Without warning, Lois dashed out. Clark tried to pull her back but she rounded the corner. The man didn’t even have time to yell.

Clark ran around the corner to find Lois had landed a hard punch, knocking the uniformed guard out. She grabbed the gun from his holster. Clark felt the unmistakeable tingle from Kryptonite.

“Kryptonite bullets,” he whispered, and she nodded.

She hesitated, her fingers curling around the butt of the gun. Clark waited, wondering what she would do. Then she seemed to come to a decision and took out the clip, unloading the Kryptonite bullets.

“They don’t have to know it’s not loaded,” she said softly, reloading the empty clip. She put the bullets down on the ground and Clark stepped just out of range, focusing his heat vision to melt the bullets.

“Let’s go,” he said, looking up and quickly making sure there was no one else around. Judging from the sound of the guard’s heart rate, he would be unconscious for a while.

There was a whoosh behind them and Clark turned to look at a grinning Bart.

“Hey Stretch,” he smirked.

“Not so loud, Impulse,” he told the other man. “What are you doing here?”

“You forgot your comlink. And Chloe told me where you were. Aquaman and Arrow are on their way.”

“We don’t have time to wait for them. I would say Lucas is expecting me.”

“Where is he?” Lois asked.

“There’s a lab in the southwest corner.” Clark studied them, thinking hard for a moment. “Okay, I’m going in. Alone,” he added for emphasis, looking hard at Lois.

“Clark, there’s no way I’m going to let you ...”

“Lois, if he has Kryptonite, then I can’t protect you in there. But if he thinks I’m alone ...”

Comprehension dawned in her expression. “... then we might just have the element of surprise. Okay, liking this plan.”

He kissed her, a kiss of promises made and yet to be fulfilled.

“Bart, back her up. How long until the others get here.”

“Five minutes, tops,” Bart told him.

“I’ll do my best to stall.”

Bart grabbed his arm, then took a comlink out of the pocket of his hooded jacket.

“Consider this your primary backup.”

“Thanks,” Clark said, taking the small device and putting it in his ear. He glanced again at Lois, then nodded and leapt for the roof, hovering just above and making his way slowly to the southwest corner. Just as he reached the skylight above the lab, he spotted something in the corner. It appeared to be a small cell, with the only light source from the skylight above.

“Oh no,” he whispered.

The walls must have been lead-lined, otherwise he figured he would have seen what was happening. But he couldn’t think about that now, he decided. He had to take out Lucas first.
Clark focused his heat vision, careful not to break too many panes of glass in case they fell over the little cell. He could see Lucas looking up with a smirk on his face. Clearing a space large enough for him to jump through, Clark landed on the floor of the lab.

Immediately he began to feel the crippling effects of Kryptonite. Lucas tsked at him.

“I never took you for a fool, little brother,” he said. “You had to know I was expecting you. I figured you’d track me down.”

Clark fought against the waves of pain and nausea, conscious of the way his veins were bulging black and green, his blood boiling.

“And you know I had to come. Let them go, Lucas. This is between you and I.”

“Au contraire mon frère. They have everything to do with this. Did you know Lionel had a file dedicated to our dear brother? And his bastard. Of course, what those files failed to tell me was that the whore who gave birth to the little monster was just as much of a monster herself.”

Clark frowned at him. “What are you talking about?” he asked.

Lucas looked surprised. “Didn’t you know?” He nodded to one of the men standing beside him. “Bring the bitch out here.”

Clark watched, his mind filled with questions as the man went to the little cell and opened the door. He pulled out a tall, dark-haired woman.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

Clark could hear crying from the cell and he desperately wanted to go to them. To protect them. The woman came out reluctantly.

“Helen,” he said.

He hadn’t seen Helen Bryce for nine years. Not since Lex had forced her to leave the mansion.

“Clark? Is that you?” He nodded. “I’m so sorry,” she said. “I never meant ...”

“It’s not your fault.”

“I should have told Lex the truth. I ... I got exposed to meteor rock when I worked at Smallville Med. I had no idea what it meant until I became pregnant with Lena. I swear to you, I had no idea I was one of those meteor freaks.”

Clark shook his head. “Helen, you don’t owe me or Lex anything.” He turned back to Lucas. “Let them go.”

“Ah, now you see, I can’t do that. Helen’s a meteor freak, and so is Lex. And Lena, well, she’s just the icing on the cake, now isn’t she?”

“Lena doesn’t have any powers. She’s just a kid.”

“Maybe they haven’t shown yet, but they will,” Lucas smirked.

“You sick, psycho son of a bitch. You’re planning on experimenting on her.”

“Lionel was planning on doing the same,” Lucas said with a shrug. “He was just waiting until Lena’s abilities began to manifest themselves. Then I came back into the picture and Lionel decided he couldn’t wait.”


“Because Edge and I were looking into creating our own group of meteor freaks. Imagine what people could do with all those abilities Clark. They’d be almost invincible. There’d be no fight we couldn’t win.”

“So you approached the military with the proposal and Lionel heard about it.”

“And he sent someone after Lena in Europe. Only Lex and that bitch got in the way,” he said, nodding to Mercy, who was lying unconscious near the cell.

So that was the incident Lex had talked about when Mercy had saved his life. Lionel had tried to kidnap his own grand-daughter.

“You bastard!” Clark growled. He moved forward, only to be cut down by a heavy dose of Kryptonite.

Lucas grinned at him, holding up a hand. Clark, his vision hazy with the pain, saw a silver ring with a green stone on his finger.

“Like it?” he said, waving his hand. “I admit, it’s a little too gaudy, even for my taste, but it gets the job done, wouldn’t you say?”

“Clark, what ...” Helen began. But Clark groaned in pain, doubling over. He was still fighting it. Still trying to stop Lucas in spite of it.

“It’s a shame you had to work against me, Clark,” Lucas said. “With your abilities and my brains, we could have been a formidable team. I was hoping old Swann’s journal would lead me to the device to control you, but ... as they say, c’est la vie.”

Lucas produced a gun, aiming it at Clark. Meanwhile, the man who had brought Helen out had gone back into the cell. Helen saw what he was going to do and she screamed.

“Not my daughter, you bastard!”

She ran to him, looking as if she was preparing to claw his eyes out. Clark was in too much pain to stop her. Helen struggled with the man, fighting for control of his gun. There was a loud bang and Helen fell to the floor.

All hell let loose as an arrow came from nowhere, hitting the man who had shot Helen in the chest. He staggered, his eyes going wide as his body began to shudder while twenty-thousand volts hit every nerve ending.

Lois ran in. “Drop the gun, Lucas,” she shouted.

Lucas turned, his gun aimed at her. But just as he prepared to shoot, the gun disappeared from his hand. He stared in shock.

Impulse stood at the far end of the lab, grinning cheekily.

“Lo siento amigo.”

AC, meanwhile, had thrown the second guard aside and was heading to the little cell where Lena could be heard screaming. He flung open the door.

“It’s okay, honey,” he said. “You’re safe now.”

Lois had picked up the other two guns.


“Throw them in there,” he said, still grunting with the pain. He nodded to the little cell. “The walls are lead-lined. That’s why I couldn’t see Lena and Helen until too late.”

Lois looked down at Helen, her eyes widening in shock, but she did as he ordered. Oliver had come in and was kneeling down by Helen’s side.

“It looks bad, Clark,” he said.

Lucas was laughing. Clark turned on his brother.

“Something about this is funny?” he asked.

“You really think you’ve won, don’t you? I’ll still get off. You should know, Clark. You can’t keep a Luthor down.”

“You should have been drowned at birth, you shitty little Judas,” Clark growled.

Lucas lunged for him, but Lois got there first, hitting him with the butt of the unloaded gun she’d taken from the first guard. Lucas was down for the count. She looked up and grinned at Clark.


Oliver had stripped off his gloves, removing his hood and glasses, and was trying to staunch the flow of blood from Helen’s wound. But Helen stared back at him, glassy-eyed, shaking her head. She beckoned Clark weakly.


He knelt down, taking her hand.

“Helen. Save your strength. Help is on the way.”

“It’s too late,” she whispered. “I am a doctor, you know. Please, take Lena out ... I don’t want her to see.” She coughed, spitting out bright red blood.

Clark looked at AC, who had Lena in his arms. AC nodded without even being asked.

“Mommy?” Lena asked.

“It’s okay, honey,” Clark told his niece. “AC will take good care of you. We’ll take care of your mommy.”

Lena nodded, her tear-streaked face sober, her eyes, so much like her father’s, huge with pain and fright. Clark could tell from her expression that she knew. He watched them leave, tuning in with his super-hearing. He could hear Lex outside talking to J’onn J’onzz. Officers were preparing to enter the building.

“Clark?” Helen whispered. “I want you to ... tell Lex I’m sorry. For everything. I did love him, and Lena. He’s done ... an amazing ...”

Helen broke off mid-sentence, her eyes glazing over. Clark knew she was gone.

Within minutes, they were surrounded by police officers and emergency workers. Mercy was lifted onto a stretcher to be taken to hospital. Clark put his arm around Lois and walked with her outside to see Lex holding Lena tightly as she cried in his arms. Lucas was brought out in handcuffs and Lex stopped patting his daughter’s back to glare viciously at Lucas.

Clark was a little surprised to see Mayson Drake get out of a car and approach Lex. She seemed more than a little concerned at what had happened. Clark turned away, wondering if Lois had been right in her assessment of Mayson. He still didn’t remember much about having slept with her, which sounded wrong even in his mind, but it clearly wasn’t that important.

J’onn pulled him aside.

“They’ll want to talk to you about what happened.”

“Can it wait? It’s just ... well, Lois and I have a story to write for the next edition.”

“You’ll need to give your statement,” the Martian Manhunter said. He’d been sent years ago by Jor-El to watch over and protect Clark when necessary, but Clark had only known him for the last five years. “And get your story straight,” he added quietly.

Clark nodded, watching as Lois approached one of the police officers and began taking notes. Always the reporter, he thought with a grin. He promised J’onn he would stop by the precinct the next day to give his statement.

“Lois,” he said, his hand on her shoulder.

“In a minute, Clark. Got a front-page story to write.”

“And it will never make the next edition if we don’t get to writing it,” he reminded her. “Come on.”

She grinned sheepishly at him and let him lead her away. He noticed AC, Bart and Oliver had already taken off, not wanting to be questioned too closely by police. Which meant J’onn had let them slip away.

Clark flew them back to the office and Lois got to work, typing up the story. Clark paced behind her, watching as she typed.

“Uh, that should be ‘a police spokesperson says’, not ‘police say’,” he told her. “And you’ve misspelled a few words.”

“That’s what spellcheck is for,” Lois said, waving her hand. “And don’t edit my copy.”

“It’s going to be my byline on it too,” he told her. “I’d hate for people to think I got my journalism degree via the internet.” He tapped the screen, indicating the third paragraph down. “That should really be the lead.”

“Will you stop that?” Lois said, sounding irritated.

“Fine. You write. I’ll shut up. I’ll just wait for you to finish and edit it then.”

“Oh no you won’t,” she answered. “And stop looking over my shoulder. I hate it when people look over my shoulder.”

Clark rolled his eyes. “Okay, okay. How about I go get us some coffee from the shop on the corner.”

“You do that. And maybe I’ll let you see the copy afterward.”

Clark left the office, speeding down to the coffee shop and ordered Lois’ favourite coffee. As he returned, he bumped into Lex.

“I didn’t think you’d be back. How’s Lena?”

“Shaken up, of course, but she’s fine. I had no idea she was missing until I called home. She was supposed to have been supervised by Mercy. Mrs Hendricks said the chauffeur told her I had called and asked him to bring Lena to the office.”

“It’s not your fault, Lex. Although, it does look like your chauffeur was working for Lucas.”

“Yeah. Of course, he’s disappeared, but Oliver said he’d check out his apartment and see if he can track him down. You guys okay?”

“We’re fine. Relieved it’s over, I guess.”

“I suppose we can all breathe a little bit easier. But Lucas still has to stand trial.”

“Which won’t be for a few months. And I doubt he’ll get bail.”

Lex nodded. “So I’m guessing the coffee is a bribe for Lois?”

Clark grinned. “Something like that. Speaking of which, I better get back before she totally mangles the story.”

Lex laughed. “I’ll talk to you later, Clark.”

Clark returned to Lois’ office, putting the coffee cup down beside her. She glanced up and smiled at him, then sipped the coffee, giving a satisfied sigh.

“Food of the gods,” she said.

“I thought that was a Twinkie,” he answered, sitting opposite her.

“Whatever!” She put the coffee down and began typing again. Clark watched her as she worked, loving the way she lost herself in the story.

It was another half hour before she sat back.

“Okay, you can check it now, Mister Dictionary.”

Clark snorted. “Yeah, like I really want that moniker.” He moved his chair around and began reading. He had to admit that the story was brilliant, despite the atrocious spelling. Lois had used Spellcheck, but it hadn’t picked up on everything.

Perry knocked on the door.

“I hear you two have had one hell of an afternoon. Where’s the story?”

Lois waved her hand. “Keep your shirt on, Perry. We’re just about done.”

“I needed your copy ten minutes ago, Lane.”

“You always say that,” she scoffed. “And you always hold the presses for me.”

“We don’t have presses anymore, Lane,” Perry remarked. “At least, not in that sense. We’re digital now.”

Clark stood up, grabbing the pages off the printer.

“Here you go, Chief,” he said.

Perry looked down at the document, beginning to read.

“Great Caesar’s ghost!” he muttered. “This is dynamite stuff, kids.”

Kids? Clark mouthed at Lois and she snickered.

Perry hurried off to do whatever it was an editor-in-chief did, leaving Clark and Lois time to gather their equilibrium. Lois grinned at him.

“We did it!” she grinned.

“Yup!” He looked at her. “Do you wanna get out of here? Maybe grab some dinner?”

“Why don’t we get some takeout?” she suggested. “Go back to your place?”

Clark had one better. “Sure, we’ll get some takeout. But there’s something I want to show you first.”

“What is it?”

He took her hand. “Come on.”

He led her outside to the alley behind the Daily Planet, first checking to make sure there were no CCTV cameras around, and lifted her in his arms. He flew up into the air, taking her up higher than the tallest building in Metropolis, then hovered in the night sky.

Lois clung to him, seeming a little nervous.

“Wow!” she said, looking below. “We’re really high,” she added, unnecessarily.

“Sometimes I like to come up here at night and look down at the lights below.”

The sky had only just begun to darken when he’d left the ground and it had become dark enough for the lights of the city to come on below them.

“It’s so beautiful,” Lois said breathlessly.

“Are you cold?”

She shook her head. “I guess I should be, but I’m not.”

“I wish I could take you higher, but I’m not sure you’d be able to breathe in the stratosphere.”

“It’s okay,” she said. “This is enough.”

“I love you, Lois.”

“I love you too.”

“Come on,” he said, turning in the air and making sure she was secure in his arms. “I’m starving.”

They bought take-out from a local restaurant, but instead of Clark taking her to his apartment as she was expecting, he flew north.



( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 3rd, 2012 11:18 pm (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter honey!
Feb. 3rd, 2012 11:27 pm (UTC)
Thank you honey
Feb. 4th, 2012 03:30 am (UTC)
Shit lucas should be boiled in oil the bastard!! I'm so glad things worked out and he's behind bars. I don't see them as safe though till lucas is gone! wonderful chapter honey
Feb. 4th, 2012 04:13 am (UTC)
Lucas should definitely be boiled in oil. I'm glad you liked the chapter. The family's troubles are not quite over yet.
Feb. 4th, 2012 09:17 pm (UTC)
Amazing as usual.
Feb. 4th, 2012 09:23 pm (UTC)
Hey, good timing, since I just posted the next chapter.
Glad you liked this chapter.
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