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Kryptonian Consort 34/?

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 ctbn60


Chapter Thirty-Four

Lois yawned as she drove along the dark highway. She’d spent the day cleaning up the dorm and packing her stuff up. Clark had offered to help, but he’d had a test at school and she hadn’t wanted him to miss it. No point in both of them screwing up their college plans, she thought.
She yawned again and rolled down the window, but it was raining and it was too cold. The Whitesnake CD wasn’t enough to keep her awake either. She picked up the phone.

“Hey baby, whatcha doin’?” she said.

“Lois. You know it’s after midnight. Where are you?”

“Mm about ten miles out, I think.”

“You okay?”

“Just tired,” she said. “I’m officially moved out of the dorm.”

“Honey, why don’t I come meet you,” he suggested.

“Mm, as much as I would love that Smallville, it is really late. I’m sorry if I woke you.”

“You didn’t. I was just doing some homework.”

Suddenly something ran out in front of her car and Lois slammed her foot on the brake, but it was already too late. She hit whatever it was with a sickening thud.

“Oh god,” she gasped.

“Lo? Honey?”

“I hit something.”

Lois had just managed to get out of the car when he turned up. His immediate concern was for her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” she said, going to check the front of the car. “Oh my god. Oh no!”

Lying in the road was a golden retriever.

“Oh no, you poor thing. I didn’t see you.”

The dog whimpered. “We’re gonna get you out of here, okay? You’re gonna be fine. Clark, can you lift him?”

“Sure,” he said, gently lifting the dog. “We’ll take him home and check him out, but I don’t think anything’s broken.” Lois glanced at him and he grinned. “X-ray vision remember?” He opened the back door and began settling the dog on the seat.

“Oh, yeah!” She sneezed. “Oh, wonderful. I just love the smell of wet dog.” She sneezed again.

“Okay, I’m driving,” Clark told her as he finished making the dog comfortable.

“No way! You drive like my grandmother!”

“Lois, the roads are icy and you’re sneezing. Do you want to have another accident?”

“Hey, totally not my fault. The dog ran in front of me.”

“I never said it was your fault,” he told her with a grin. “But I’m still driving.”

“No way!” she repeated stubbornly.

“Yes way!” he answered, picking her up and carrying her around to the passenger side, opening the door and pushing her into the seat. Then he sped around to the driver’s side before Lois could even move.

“You’ll pay for that, pookie!” she told him.

“What did I say about cute pet names?” he retorted as he put the car in gear and started driving.

Lois giggled. “Going to punish me?”

“You bet I am, consort. I’ll just make you sleep on the couch.”

Lois’ face fell. “You wouldn’t!” she answered.

He turned and grinned evilly at her. “Watch me!”

The porch light was on by the time they got to the farm.

“I guess your parents have gone to bed,” Lois whispered.

“Yeah. We’ll have to leave the dog downstairs. He looks okay. Probably just stunned. I’ll just lay him down in the living room and put a rug over him to keep him warm.”

Lois waited, shivering a little as she watched Clark take the dog from the car and carry him inside, doing exactly as he’d said. The house was cold as the fire had died down. Clark grabbed a log and put it in the fire.

“Come on,” he said. “We’ll get your stuff in the morning. You’re freezing.”

“I’m fine,” she said, her teeth chattering.

“No, you’re not,” he said, taking her hand and leading her upstairs to their bedroom.

Since Lois had moved in, she and Clark had made a few small changes in his room. The posters were gone, although Clark refused point blank to get rid of his football stuff, and she’d convinced her father to help pay for a new bed. It took up a lot of room, but neither one of them cared as it was more comfortable than the old one and gave Clark more room, since he’d really been too tall for the old bed.

Lois went to the bathroom to brush her teeth, then undressed and put on her favourite red plaid shirt – one of Clark’s, getting under the covers. Clark joined her after a few minutes.

“You sure he’ll be okay?” Lois asked.

“I’m sure he’s fine,” Clark assured her. “Come here,” he added, putting his arms around her. Lois snuggled in close.

“Mm, pookie, you’re so warm!”

Clark growled and pretended to bite her nose. Lois giggled again, closing her eyes, drifting off to sleep.

It seemed like only a minute later that she heard a crash downstairs. Lois jumped out of bed and ran down the stairs to find the dog had managed to tip up some pot roast Martha must have left to defrost on the counter.

Lois sighed as the lights came on in the hallway and Jonathan came down.

“We seem to have a visitor,” her father-in-law said.

“Sorry Dad. Lois ran into him on the road and we thought it best to bring him home. Told you he’d be fine, Lois,” Clark said.

“Yeah, but it sure looks like he’s hungry,” she commented.

“I don’t think pot roast is going to do it,” Jonathan told them.

“Yeah, guess I’ll have to get him something in the morning,” Clark answered. The dog whined and scratched at the door of the pantry. “Sorry boy, we don’t have anything else for you to eat right now. Come on, back to the living room.”

The dog whined again, but followed Clark. Lois could see the dog was walking fine, yet she could have sworn she’d hit him hard enough to knock a dog out for hours. It seemed strange that the dog didn’t have a mark on him.

She sneezed again. Clark looked at her.

“Okay, back to bed,” he told her.

“But ... it’s just allergies.”

“It’s also freezing.”

“How would you know?” she said petulantly. “You don’t even feel the cold.” She sneezed twice.

“Bed!” he told her. “I’ll be up in a minute. I’ll just get him settled again.”

“Tomorrow I think you two need to make some flyers,” Jonathan said. “He’s got a collar, so he must belong to someone.”

“Yeah, don’t worry, Dad,” Lois heard Clark saying as she headed back upstairs.

She’d just snuggled back under the covers when Clark came back in.

“He’s okay. You know, I think it might be fun to have a dog around.”

Lois elbowed him in the ribs and he chuckled.

“I really thought I hit him harder than that, yet he doesn’t look like he’s been hurt at all,” she said as Clark lay beside her, spooning her.

“I dunno. It’s like three o’clock in the morning, Lois. Go to sleep.”

Lois yawned and cuddled close to his warmth. Clark planted a sloppy kiss on her neck.

“You give me a hickey Smallville, and I’ll never forgive you.”

Clark was up early next morning and ran to the store to get some dog food. He fed the dog and took him out to the barn where he kept him company while he completed his early morning chores. The dog whined in protest.

“Sorry boy, but Lois would never forgive me if I got dog hair everywhere. She has allergies.” He began working at super speed. The dog stared at him as if in amazement. Clark snickered.

A short while later, he heard Chloe’s car coming down the driveway and went out to greet her.

“Hey, Chloe,” he said.

“Hey. Lois invited me to breakfast. She around?”

“Breakfast huh? Probably trying to get you to help unpack her stuff for her. She’s in the ...”

Chloe chuckled, then exclaimed over the dog, which had followed Clark out. “Hi.”

“Shower,” Clark finished, as Chloe pet the dog.

“Who’s the puppy?” she asked, sounding totally taken with the dog already, which wasn’t surprising. Clark already liked him.

“We don’t know his name,” he answered. “Lois found him.”

“She’s bringing home strays now,” Chloe said, cocking an eyebrow. “How are things with, you know, living together?”

Clark grinned. He was sure Chloe was fishing for something.

“Let’s see, she re-recorded our answering machine, she takes up all the hot water in the shower, and she hogs the covers ...” He grinned. “Actually it’s great.”

“I envy you guys. You seem so happy.”

“Chloe, you’ll find someone who appreciates you for who you are. I know you will.”

Chloe smiled. “Thanks, Clark. That means a lot.” She shivered. “Ohhh, it’s freezing. I’m gonna go on in and see if I can find her.”

Clark nodded. “I’ll be right in,” he told her.

Chloe went inside and Clark grabbed a chain from the barn, clipping it to the dog’s collar. He led the dog over to the tractor, looping the chain around the front bars.

“This should hold you,” he said. He patted the dog’s rump.”Good boy.” The dog whined then began barking as Clark got up to go to the house for breakfast. “Stay!”

He went inside to find Lois sipping from her first cup of coffee and chatting to Chloe. He grinned.

“Save me any hot water?” he asked, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her good morning.

“Well, you know, you could have showered with me,” she said with a wink.

“I think that’s getting in the realms of too much information,” Chloe laughed.

Clark chuckled and smacked his consort lightly on the backside.

“Don’t you have to help Mom with breakfast?” he asked. He turned and looked at Chloe. “Mom’s teaching Lois to cook.”

“Good luck,” Chloe snorted.

“Hey, I’ll have you know I can make scrambled eggs like a pro now,” Lois told her.

“If you don’t mind it slightly burnt,” Clark commented.

Lois growled at him. “Watch it pookie! Or you’ll get nothing!”

Clark grabbed her and tickled her until she squealed. “You know, I could still make you sleep on the couch tonight,” he told her.

Chloe laughed at their antics. Clark could tell that Chloe really did envy them, but he’d meant what he said. He loved his friend dearly and knew that one day someone really would appreciate all that Chloe had to offer.

It was as they were fooling around that Clark heard a crash outside. He ran out and stared in amazement as the cause of the sound became apparent. The dog had somehow pulled the tractor into the front yard, breaking the fence. He was squatting on the lawn, looking up at Clark.

“Holy ...” Clark ran down the steps and knelt down by the dog. “Looks like you’ve got some secrets of your own, huh boy? Where are you from?”

The dog whined and Clark ruffled the dog’s fur. His thumb ran over something hard, feeling almost like a scar and he x-rayed the dog again. He saw a microchip embedded just beneath the dog’s skin.

Lois and Chloe came out. Lois was frowning.

“What did you do?” she asked. She glanced at Chloe, who didn’t seem at all fazed by what had happened.

“Oh, it must have rolled,” he said.

“Through a fence?” she asked, giving him a look.

“Yeah. Weird huh?”


Chloe shrugged, then said something that had Clark even more sure that Lois was right. Chloe knew about him.

“Yeah, weird. But, I mean, it happens, you know? The emergency brake must have slipped or something. It’s old, you know?”

“It is old,” Clark agreed.

Mom called them in for breakfast. Chloe went in first. Clark decided to let the dog off the chain.

“What the hell was that?” Lois asked in a low voice.

“I don’t know,” Clark told her. “But I found a microchip implanted in him. Maybe we can track the owner and get the answers from them.”

“Are you saying the dog did this?” she asked.

“Afraid so,” Clark said, inspecting the damage.

Lois sighed and shook her head. “Told you this was a weird town.”

“Come on, Lo, I’m starving.” He put his arm around her and they went into the house. The dog followed behind.

Lois kept teasing him at the breakfast table.

“So what are we gonna call him? I mean, until we find the owner. We can’t just call him ‘dog’.”

“What about Skippy?” Clark asked.

“We’re not gonna call him Skippy. I know. He’s annoying and I can’t get within ten feet of him without getting sick. Why not just call him Clarkie?”

Clark growled at her and she giggled. “You are so not funny, Lolo.”

She leaned over and whispered in his ear. “What about Pookie?” she said.

“You really are asking for it, Lane,” he told her.

“What’cha gonna do about it, Smallville?”

The flash in his eyes made her recall another time when he’d ‘punished’ her. But of course, his parents weren’t around then.

“I don’t think you’ll need to worry about a name anyway. If he’s micro-chipped then the vet will be able to scan it and track the owner,” Jonathan said.

Chloe left after breakfast and Clark went up to shower and change his clothes. He was down within a few minutes.

“Come on, Lois, let’s take him to the vet.”

Lois sneezed again as they put the dog in the car. Clark had found a leash in the barn and had clipped it to the dog’s collar.

As she drove through the streets to the clinic, she thought about the situation with Chloe.

“I think we should just tell her that we know,” she said.

“I’m not so sure,” Clark answered. “I don’t know how she’ll react once she knows everything.”

“Honey, we can’t keep putting it off. She probably thinks you’re a meteor freak. And I was fine with the whole alien thing.”

“Yeah, but that was different. You met Kal-El first.”

“True,” she conceded. She shrugged. “I don’t know.”

“Look, let’s just play it by ear for now.”

The veterinary clinic at the animal shelter was busy when they went in, but Clark went up to the counter and pressed the bell. Lois continued to tease her boyfriend by calling the dog Clarkie, making Clark roll his eyes in exasperation. She so loved teasing him.

“You know, we should probably get your mom a new pot roast too, since Clarkie ate the one she had defrosting.”

“Yes dear,” Clark sighed.

The dog growled suddenly, then began barking, and Lois shushed him, looking up at the young man who came to the counter. He looked to be about twenty, with dark blonde hair.

“Hi,” she said brightly.

“How can I help you guys?” the young man asked.

“We found this dog, and ...” Clark began, but Lois interrupted him.

“Actually, I found him. Hit him, actually.” The young man looked a little worried. “Not hard,” she assured him. “We call him Clarkie.”

Clark rolled his eyes again. “We don’t call him Clarkie.”

Lois was going to milk this for all she was worth.

“Is it the ‘ie’ part you don’t like. Because we can always just make it ‘Clark’, but then that would get really confusing. And hey, maybe you should consider changing your name. You could be Skipper.”

Clark’s eyes flashed a warning and she grinned. He was getting really riled now, which meant she was definitely going to be in for some ‘punishment’. She couldn’t wait.

Clark turned back to the assistant.

“Anyway, we think he might have an ID chip. We were wondering if you could scan it for us. If it’s not too much trouble.”

“Um, sure, I guess,” the assistant said, picking up the barcode scanner. The dog growled. “Whoa! Easy, boy.”

Lois frowned at him. “Yeah, he doesn’t seem to have a lot of love for you.”

Which seemed unusual for a guy who worked at an animal shelter and was around dogs all the time. Clark came around behind her and took the scanner from the assistant.

“Maybe I should do that,” he said. Lois sneezed again and the young man smiled at her as Clark scanned the chip.

“Bless you,” he said.

The identification came up on the computer screen, showing the owner as LuthorCorp. Clark frowned at Lois.


“You’re kidding!”

Looked like they’d be asking Lex a few questions, she thought. The assistant frowned as well.

“Huh! It must be one of those lab dogs or something.”

Something smelled fishy. Lois was starting to get an odd feeling.

“Lab dogs?” Clark asked, clearly not happy with the situation either.

“I’d be happy to take him off your hands and return him for you,” the assistant said.

Clark shook his head. “That’s okay. We’ll take care of it. Thanks.” He started to pull the dog away.

“I should probably get your name and address, though, in case someone from LuthorCorp calls.” The young man tried to convey an expression of reluctance. He shrugged. “It’s policy.”

Clark handed Lois the leash. “Would you mind taking him out to the car?” he asked. “I’ll be right out.”

“Okay,” she smiled. “Heel, Clarkie.”

When Clark returned to the car, Lois sat tapping her fingers on the steering wheel.

“Did anything about that seem a little weird to you?”

“Yeah, it did,” he said.

“I wonder why he didn’t like that guy?” she mused.

“I don’t know. But I’m hoping Lex has some more answers.” He pulled his cellphone out of his pocket and dialled. “Yeah, it’s Clark, is Lex home? Oh. Okay. No, it’s fine. It’s not urgent. I’ll talk to him later.” He disconnected the call. “Lex is in meetings most of the day and won’t be free until later.”

Lois started the car. “Well, we might as well go run a few errands. We still have to get something for dinner, since Clarkie ate the pot roast.”

“We are not calling him Clarkie.”

“Pookie, then.”

“You’re just lucky we have errands to run and a dog in the car or I’d be showing you exactly how I feel about that particular pet name.”

“Why? Afraid you might corrupt the dog?” she asked.

Clark growled and gnashed his teeth at her. The dog heard the growl and whined. Clark turned and smiled at the dog.

“It’s okay, boy,” he said.

“You know, you’re paying that dog more attention than you pay me,” Lois grumbled.

Clark laughed at her. “I can’t believe you’re jealous of a dog.” He leaned over and sucked at the skin at her neck and she squirmed.

“Not while I’m driving,” she told him.


Mom and Dad had gone out to a neighbour to help them with a few things and they were alone in the house. Clark had left the dog in the barn, knowing he couldn’t do too much damage there. Lois was busy cleaning up from lunch when he went into the kitchen. He stood watching her for a moment, loving the way the sunlight turned her hair different colours.

Lois looked up from wiping and saw him watching.

“What are you doing?” she asked.

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he said, cornering her.

“You know, some people might call this kind of thing stalking.”

“Is that so? Well, I have it on good authority, Miss Lane, that you have been a very bad girl today.”

“I dare you to punish me,” she said, her hazel eyes mischievous.

“Oh, you’re going to be punished,” he told her, lifting her up and practically throwing her over his shoulder. Lois didn’t even struggle, or squeal, which was odd for her, as he carried her up to their bedroom.

He dropped her on the bed.

“Get those clothes off, consort,” he told her.

She glared at him. “No. It’s freezing up here.”

Clark grinned. He could tell by the way her nipples had hardened how cold it was for her. But it wasn’t going to make any difference. He was going to punish her for teasing him.

“I don’t think you understood me,” he told her. “I don’t recall giving you a choice.”

“Don’t you dare, Kal-El,” she growled, even as he reached for her.

He growled. “You either strip or I rip them off. Those are your only choices.”

She continued to glower at him. “I dare you.”

Ooh, he thought, she should never dare a Kryptonian, especially when she deserved what he was about to do to her. He grabbed the front of her shirt and pulled, hearing the satisfying rip. Lois stared up at him.

“I cannot believe you just did that,” she told him.

“Are you going to strip now or am I going to have to do the same thing to the rest of your clothes.”

Lois hesitated, chewing on her lower lip, then nodded.

“Fine. You win. Pookie.”

Clark groaned. That name again. Clark reached for her but she scrambled further up the bed, away from him, quickly taking off her jeans, then her underwear. Clark stripped off his own clothes, getting on the bed. He pulled his consort into his lap, then upended her so she was lying face down over his lap.

“You better not be thinking of doing what I think you’re thinking of doing,” Lois grumbled.

“Do the crime, do the time, consort.”

He caressed her backside, conscious of his erection jutting up between his thighs, just brushing her torso. Lois moaned, her hands on the mattress as he continued to stroke the globes of her pert ass.

“I love your ass, Lois,” he told her, his voice low and husky. “So perfect.”

Lois wiggled, trying to push herself off his lap, thinking he was going to spank her. But Clark decided to torture her, letting her think he was going to do just that. Lois tried scratching his thigh with her fingernails.

“Cut that out, Lois, or I’m going to have to tie your hands.”

“You’d love that, wouldn’t you,” she told him. “Me tied up and helpless.” She squirmed again in his lap.

“You’re pushing it Lane,” he growled.

“Try it spaceboy,” she retorted.

Clark just kept stroking, keeping the contact light. Lois was deeply sensual and she felt everything he did to her. Her protests became pained moans as she became more aroused, and Clark hadn’t even got to the good part yet.

Keeping one hand on her back, making sure she couldn’t move, Clark parted the folds of her skin, slipping one digit inside her. His finger brushed her sensitive walls and she moaned again.

“Quiet,” he told her softly.

He could feel himself getting harder just from the scent of her arousal. But he held it in check by sheer force of will, intent on making sure all his attention was on his consort.

He added another finger, feeling the wetness increase as his thumb brushed her clit.

“Oh!” Lois moaned softly. She was laying still on his lap, clearly wanting more but knowing full well the more she begged the more he’d draw it out. But Clark wanted to hear her beg anyway. He slowed the strokes even more until she began squirming again, trying to get some sort of friction.

Clark felt for and found the little button inside her that he knew would make her go wild and she started to thrash.

“Oh god!” she cried out.

“No, just me,” he answered.

“Clark, damn it, stop torturing meeee!”

“Are you sorry for calling me pookie?” he asked.

“Hell no,” she said, still defiant. He pushed again inside her and she gasped. “Clark, please.”

“Tell me you’re sorry and you’ll never do it again.”

“No way!”

Clark withdrew his fingers, leaving her whimpering, laying his hand flat on the top of her ass. She pushed back, trying to get him to enter her again. He continued to tease her with light strokes, feeling her body shivering at his touch.

“Clark!” she wailed.

“Say it!”


“Say it Lois, or I’m going to go downstairs and leave you like this.”

“You’re mean!”

“Say it,” he repeated, touching just the edges of her clit, which had her writhing in his lap.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, can you please ... “ He thrust his fingers in again, using a little superspeed to heighten the sensation. “Oh, yeah!”

It wasn’t long before Lois was shuddering, crying out his name. Clark rode out her orgasm and let her off his lap. She knelt on the bed, facing him, watching hungrily as he licked his fingers, lazily stroking his cock.

“Mm, you taste so good Lois,” he said.

“Want some more?” she asked, desire dilating her pupils.

Clark felt himself being pulled so he was half-laying, half-sitting against the headboard. Lois straddled his lap, leaning over him, her breasts full and heavy above him. Clark reached up, grabbing a handful of each of those beautiful mounds, his thumbs massaging the nipples. Lois, meanwhile, had grasped his cock and was giving it firm strokes. The position was slightly awkward but he didn’t care.

“I love your breasts,” he told her as he began to suck on one nipple.

“You said you love my ass. Face it, Smallville, you, oh god, just love me for my body.”

Clark let her go for a second. “It’s true. I love you for your sexy body, and your mind, and the way you boss me around like you own me.”

“Rightbackatcha spaceboy,” she said softly. She grasped his cock again, guiding it to her wet cavern, slowly lowering herself down on him. “God, I love you inside me. So big and hard. So full.”

Clark thrust his hips so he took her deeper and she moaned again.

“Love you,” he told her as she began moving up and down his shaft.

“Love you more,” she grunted, her body beginning to shudder again.


“Yuh-ha! Oh god, Clark! So good!”

Clark was beyond talking, his mind already whiting out with the force of his orgasm. Lois cried out again, her muscles tightening around him and she collapsed against his chest. Clark barely had the presence of mind to pull the covers over them as sleep claimed them.

Clark woke up when he heard the slam of a vehicle door and heard his parents’ voices. He quickly nudged Lois awake.

“Mm, wha ...?”

“Lois, Mom and Dad are home and I haven’t done my afternoon chores. And you’re supposed to prepare dinner.”

Lois grumbled. “Tell you what, I’ll do your chores and you can prepare dinner,” she said sleepily.

“No can do, Lo. You’d be out there for hours if you did my chores. C’mon, get dressed.”

It wasn’t so much that his parents had made any rules about them having sex when they wanted. It was just that they expected them to be responsible about it. Which meant they shouldn’t neglect their chores. And since Clark could do all the outside chores without worrying about the cold and in less time than it would take Lois to do one of them, Lois was assigned to household duties.

They dressed quickly and Clark shot downstairs, coming suddenly to a halt as his parents stood at the bottom of the stairs.

“Uh, mom, dad ...”

“Why haven’t you started your chores yet?” Dad asked.

“Um, I was just going to.”

“Clark, you want to tell me what you two were doing or should I just guess and say you were having sex?”

“Dad,” he whined plaintively.

“Clark, you’re almost eighteen, and while we accept you and Lois are living together now, we do still expect you to do your chores.”

“Oh Jonathan, let up. We were their age once,” Mom said.

“That’s not the point, Martha,” he began, but even Clark could see that it was useless arguing against his mom. He grinned at her, then ran out the door, leaving Lois to his mom. It would serve her right for teasing him, he thought evilly.

After dinner, Clark helped Lois clean up the kitchen, then grabbed their coats.

“Mom, Dad, we’re going over to Lex’s to talk to him about the dog.”

“Okay sweetheart. Don’t be too late.”

“We won’t Martha,” Lois answered.

Lex was relaxing for the evening when they entered his study. He was setting up the pool table for a game.

“Clark, Lois,” he smiled. “Great timing. Grab a stick. I was just about to break.”

“Thanks, Lex, but we’re not here for a game.” He glanced at Lois. They’d talked about a strategy on the way over and decided the best way to approach it was not to be too accusing. Lex seemed a lot more defensive these days. “Uh, would you happen to know if LuthorCorp has been doing any experiments on dogs?”

The strategy clearly wasn’t enough as Lex bristled visibly.

“I’m not really sure that’s any of your business.”

“Lex,” Lois said calmly, “we’re not trying to accuse you of anything nefarious. It’s just, we ...um, well, I found a dog last night and he had an id chip in him which said he belonged to LuthorCorp.”

Lex nodded, seeming to be a little calmer at that.

“When I took over the company, I did find quite a few irregular experiments being conducted at my father’s request. One of them did involve animal testing.”

“What were they doing?” Clark asked, careful to keep his tone quietly curious, rather than accusing.

Lex looked thoughtful.

“If memory serves, they were mixing meteor rock with a steroid to enhance canine strength.”

Lois shot Clark a look and he shrugged.

“Why would your dad be interested in making super-powered dogs?”

Lex sighed and shook his head. “If I understood my father’s insanity, Clark, I’d be a much happier man. I suppose in this case, there were military applications. But I guess I’ll never really know for sure. The results were inconclusive. I had animal rights activists picketing the site, so I closed it down. I was told the dogs were destroyed.”

“Evidently not all of them,” Lois commented.

Lex glanced at her, but turned back to Clark, who resented the way Lex chose to ignore his girlfriend.

“Is it exhibiting any problems?”

Clark decided discretion was the better part of valour in this case and he shook his head, shooting Lois a glance which she immediately understood.

“Are you asking me if he has super-strength?”

“I assumed you’d tell me that because I’d have quite a liability on my hands if he did.”

“The dog’s perfectly healthy.”

Lex smiled. “Then I’m sure the Kent Farm would make the perfect home for him.”

Lois’ phone rang and she picked it up.

“Martha? Oh my god! Yeah, we’ll meet you there.”

She turned and looked at Clark.

“What’s wrong?” he asked.

“It’s your Dad. He was attacked by a dog.”

Lex looked concerned. “I thought you said the dog had no problems?”

“It was another dog,” Lois explained quickly. “Come on, honey. Your mom’s taking him to the hospital.”

“If you need anything,” Lex said, “just call.”

“Yeah, thanks Lex. I’m sure it’ll be fine.”

Mom was waiting in the corridor was Dad was being examined. Clark hugged her.

“Are you okay?”

“I’m fine, honey. The dog didn’t attack me. It was strange.”

“What happened?” Lois asked.

Mom related how Dad had gone out to put the garbage in the bin and had been set upon by a large black dog, which had looked like a Rottweiler. The retriever had raced out and faced the bigger dog, snarling and growling. Then the Rottweiler had taken off, the retriever following about a minute later.

Lois picked up a copy of the Smallville Ledger. The headline on the front page read:
‘Man Mauled by Bizarre Break-In.’

“Oh my god, look at this,” she told Clark, showing him the article. Clark read it quickly, handing it to Mom. As she was reading it, Dad came out with his arm in a sling.

“Dad, what’d they say?”

Dad looked perplexed. “Well, the doctor said he’s never seen a dog that could bite clean through bone before.”

Mom showed him the article in the paper. “Look at this.”

“The store owner’s in a coma,” Clark explained. “He was attacked by something that could pulverise a steel door. The police think it’s a bear, but ...”

Dad nodded. “You think it was the dogs.”

“Someone’s controlling these dogs and using them,” Clark said, putting his arm around a worried Lois. She looked at him.

“The only people who knew we had the dog were Lex and that guy at the animal shelter,” she said. “And since the boy billionaire doesn’t go around robbing convenience stores ...”

Clark nodded. “We should check it out.”

“First thing in the morning, son,” Dad said. “Clark, give me a hand signing out.”

Clark walked along with him while Lois and Mom gathered their things.

“Look,” Dad said, “I know you’re attached to this dog, but I’m worried it could be dangerous. Even to you.”

“That’s why I have to find out who’s doing this and stop them.”

Dad shook his head. “Son, it won’t make any difference. If they had anything to do with putting that man in a coma, then they’re going to have to be put down.”

Clark knew the realities of living on a farm. If a dog got a taste of blood then chances were it would attack again. But something told him that the retriever wasn’t like that. Even with the super-powers.

“Wait, Dad, when you and Mom found a super-powered boy in a cornfield, you didn’t give up on me just because I might be dangerous. You raised me, you gave me a chance. He’s a good dog, Dad. Someone’s just using him to do bad things. We should give him a chance.”

Next morning, Lois drove to the animal shelter and parked a short distance away. They walked quickly to the high fence. Lois sighed.

“What is this? An obstacle course?”

Clark climbed up and held a hand for her, lifting her to the top without any effort.

“Don’t break a sweat Smallville,” she grinned.

He jumped down, then held out his arms for her. “C’mon Lois,” he said. She shrugged and dropped, letting him catch her. Holding hands, they walked into the back of the shelter.

“Do you see him anywhere?” she asked. “Come here, Clarkie. Come here, boy,” she called, then sneezed. “Wow! Could the dander get any thicker in here? You know, I’ve been thinking. Clarkie might have had something to do with what happened at that convenience store, but I don’t think he hurt the guy. There wasn’t any blood on him when I found him.”

“We’re not calling him Clarkie,” Clark growled. “And if you want to sleep in my bed tonight, consort, you’ll behave.”

“Your bed? Hello, I paid for half of it.”

“Your dad paid for half of it. And I can still carry out my threat of making you sleep on the couch.”

“There’s only one problem with that, spaceboy,” she said with a grin. “And that means no nookie for you.”

Clark chuckled and pulled her close. “Think I can’t handle that?”

Oh, she was so not going there, Lois decided.

Clark was squinting and she realised he was x-raying something. He went over to the locker and pulled it open, taking out a large binder. Lois frowned at it.

“What’s this?”

“LuthorCorp payroll. They’re going to hit an armoured truck.” He glanced at the clock. “It’s happening right now. Come on, Lois. I need you to call the cops.”

“Hey, whoa, hold on there, spaceboy. What if they’re using meteor rock?”

Clark’s expression clearly said he wanted to damn the consequences and do it anyway, but Lois was firm.

“Come on, Clark, I’m Starsky to your Hutch, remember? We do this together.” They’d recently watched the DVD of the movie, a remake of the 70’s tv series.

Clark cocked an eyebrow. “Starsky and Hutch?”

“Just move it!” she told him, shoving him out the door.

Clark called the police while Lois drove, concentrating on her driving. It had snowed during the night and the roads were still icy, despite the streets being cleared.

“Can’t you go any faster?” Clark complained as he disconnected the call to the police.

“Listen, spaceboy, not everyone is equipped with invulnerability. I don’t want to hit anything.”

Clark checked the map and looked around.

“It should be right about here.”

“Do you hear anything?” she asked.

Clark turned his head and she guessed he was using his super-hearing. He turned back to her.

“I hear them. Turn left, turn left.”

Lois had learned to just do as Clark told her, and she turned down a dirt road. She parked about a hundred metres along the track and got out. She heard a dog barking and someone yelling out.

“Grab the bags. Come on!”

They raced over the fields, coming to a stop near the property. An armoured car was parked with its doors wide open and another truck was parked nearby.

“Come on, faster,” the older man was shouting.

“Those guys in the back don’t look too good.” Lois recognised the voice as belonging to the young man they’d met yesterday.

“Forget about the guards. Get the money. Let’s go.” The two men in what looked like hockey masks ran to the black truck.

Clark beckoned to Lois. “All right. Come on.”

They quickly made their way to the back of the truck, just as the older man stepped into the truck.

“Buckle up, little brother. Come on.”

Clark turned to her. “Go see if you can help those guards.”

Lois clutched his arm, worried. “Clark, be careful.”

“I’m going to try to get the dogs out,” he said. “Then I’ll stop the truck.”

“I mean it,” she told him. She was worried they might have meteor rock inside the truck, which could put him at risk.

“Go take care of the guards,” he insisted. “It’ll be fine.”

Lois nodded, then went over to help the guards.

Meanwhile, Clark opened the door and got in. He saw the two dogs in cages. The retriever whined.

“It’s all right, buddy. We’ll get you out of here.”

He saw a control panel connected to the wall on his right and he touched one of the green switches. The cage door opened, but as it did, it upset the precarious balance of test tubes of refined meteor rock, which smashed on the floor.

Clark immediately felt the effects, collapsing, barely able to breathe. He tried to call out for Lois, but she couldn’t have heard him. The retriever had jumped out, but tried to get back in to help him. The door closed as the truck began to move.

Weak from the Kryptonite, Clark could do little but wait as the truck was driven away from the scene. He heard the two men coming, then the door opened.

“Where’s Einstein?” the younger man said.

“What the hell?” the other said, opening the second door. Clark stared at him, too weak to fight.

“It’s that guy from the animal shelter.”

The older man smirked. “Well, well, well. Looks like someone has some explaining to do.”

Clark tried to fight as the two between them wrestled him into the cage, but he was no match for them in his weakened state. His phone rang but he was wedged in so tightly that he couldn’t get to it. The older man just smirked at him, then walked away, while the second began taking the bags of money.

Clark could smell gasoline and realised they were about to burn the truck. There was no way out.

“You just had to be a hero, didn’t you? Sometimes heroes get burned,” the older man said as he spilled the remaining contents of the gasoline can on the ground.

The men had turned away and Clark lay in the cage, too sick to move. The pain was excruciating and he knew there was no way he could try and force the cage open. Suddenly, the retriever jumped up into the truck and looked at him, whimpering. Then the dog turned and touched the switch on the control panel. The door of the cage opened and Clark fell to the floor. He felt the dog dragging him out by his collar.

As soon as he was away from the Kryptonite, Clark got to his feet. He staggered, still feeling dizzy and nauseous, then made it to the side of the truck, out of sight of the two men, giving himself a few moments to recover and catch his breath. The dog licked his face and he patted it, grateful for the help.

He heard the sound of a road flare being ignited and it was thrown at the truck. Flames licked the side and he got up, speeding behind the two men, who were watching the fire. Then they turned.

“Going somewhere?” Clark smirked, picking them up and throwing them against the wall of the building behind him, knocking them both unconscious.

The retriever, meanwhile, had decided to try and rescue the other dog from the second cage. But Clark could see that the flames were too high for the retriever to get out again and he ran to the truck, jumping in and picking up the dog. Whatever had given the dog super-strength was clearly gone.

Clark jumped out again and away from the truck, just in time as the vehicle exploded.

His cellphone rang and he picked it up.

“Clark Kent, I swear to god you better be okay because I want to kill you myself.”

“Uh, Lois, honey ...”

“Don’t you honey me,” she growled on the other end. “Where the hell are you?”

He gave her the address, telling her to send the police. She drove up a few minutes later, looking murderous.

“I told you not to do anything stupid,” she growled at him when he told her they had Kryptonite. “I warned you they might have that stuff, but you didn’t listen! Damn it, Clark, if it hadn’t been for the stupid dog, you could have burned up in that truck. You have to be the luckiest guy in the world.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Next time, I’ll listen to you.”

“There just better not be a next time,” she told him. “That’s all I can say.”

Lois was still mad at him when they returned home, which meant he was relegated to the couch for the night. Mom and Dad gave him no sympathy either. They fussed over the dog, telling him what a hero he was.

The vet came out the next day to check over the dog, which was showing no sign of having had any super strength. Clark was relieved. Lois was sitting on a hay bale as the vet examined the dog.

“Are you ever going to talk to me?” he asked.

“Depends. I’m still mad at you, Clark.”

“I said I was sorry.”

The vet seemed to be wrapping up the examination.

“This guy’s quite a hero from what I understand,” he said, ruffling the dog’s fur.

“Yeah,” Clark agreed, going over to pat the dog. “I hope my dad lets me keep him. Uh, you didn’t notice anything unusual about any tests you ran on him, did you?”

The vet looked puzzled. “Like what?”

“Well, he just seems really strong sometimes, and he likes to get into things.”

“Well, if anything, I’d say his strength is a little below average. As for getting into things, he’s still young. You’ve got a perfectly normal, healthy dog there. Have you thought of a name yet?”

“I was thinking of calling him Krypto,” Clark said, glancing at Lois, who was rolling her eyes.

“Interesting name.” Clark looked around and smiled at Lex.

“Well,” the vet said, picking up his bag. “I should be going.”

“Thanks Dr Klein.”

The man smiled. “You’re welcome.”

Lois watched as Lex walked into the barn.

“Krypto,” he said. “What’s it mean?” The dog growled softly at Lex. “Friendly.”

Lois got off the bale and approached them.

“It’s because his background is so cryptic,” Clark was saying. Lois just rolled her eyes again.

“Don’t I get a vote?” she asked. “I’m the one who found him.”

Both Clark and Lex ignored her.

“Speaking of his background,” Lex said, “I went out to the scene of the robbery and saw my armoured truck. From the look of the back doors, I can only assume it was the handy work of some very strong dogs.”

Clark looked worried.

“Lex, you told me I could keep him back when you thought he was a failed experiment.”

“But, Clark, if the experiment didn’t fail, this dog could be dangerous.”

Baldy had a point, Lois thought.

“Clark, maybe you should ...” she began.


“Well, don’t you think Lex might have a point?”

Lex looked at her, seeming surprised that she would agree with him.

“He’s not dangerous now,” Clark insisted. “And he saved my life. I’ll take my chances on his loyalty.

“That is true, honey,” she conceded. She looked at Lex. Your ball, she thought.

Lex didn’t argue. “Fine, Clark. I’m not sure I agree with you, but if you think you can handle it, then who am I to refuse?”

Later that afternoon, Lois decided to give the dog a bath in the barn, while Clark worked at repairs. She sneezed.

“I thought bathing him was supposed to help with my allergies.”

Clark laughed. “Maybe you’re allergic to the soap, too.”

“Maybe I’m allergic to you,” she said snarkily.

Clark sighed. “Now that’s not nice, consort.”


Clark grabbed a towel and handed it to her so she could dry the dog off, crouching down beside her.

“Lo, come on, you can’t stay mad at me forever.”

“Maybe not, but you have to see it from my side, Clark. Can you imagine what I was going through, thinking the worst?” She sneezed again.

“I’m sorry,” he said softly, taking the towel and finishing off. “Come here.”

He put his arms around her. Lois resisted the hug at first, sitting stiffly, and he rubbed her back until she relented.

“Do you know what it would do to me if anything happened to you?” she asked, her words muffled as she spoke into his shoulder.

“I know,” he told her. “And I know there’s nothing I can really say that will make you feel any better about this.”

She sighed. “It just worries me sometimes. I mean, you risk your life every day and what do I do, except sit at home and wait, and worry.”

“Lois, you do much more than that for me. Like I told you before, you keep me grounded. You give me something to come home to. I mean, doing what I do, sometimes I see the worst in people, but you remind me that there is still a lot of good in the world. And it’s not just because you’re beautiful and sexy that I want to be with you. It’s because I feel complete when I’m with you. And I’m so in love with you I can’t imagine living without you.”

Lois lifted her head and looked at him, her eyes shining with tears. He tilted her chin and kissed her gently, drying her tears with his thumb.

The dog nosed his way in between them, acting like he thought he was missing out on something. Lois laughed, then sneezed again.

“Gesundheit,” Clark said with a grin.

“So, what are we going to call him? And not Krypto.”

“Why not?” he asked, patting the dog. Lois made a face as the dog licked her chin.

“Because it’s dumb. And I know why you want to call him Krypto. Imagine trying to explain that and keep Krypton a secret. Look, it’s not that hard. Max, Lucky, Rocky, Bailey ... Scamp, Monty, Bud?”

Clark shook his head. “I don’t think he likes any of those.”

“You’re going to have to pick one of those if you want to keep him,” Dad said, coming into the barn with Mom.

“Really?” Clark said.

Mom crouched down and called the dog to her. It was clear she loved the dog too.

“You know, when I was a little girl, we had a dog that looked just like this one. Maybe that’s why I liked him so much right away. His name was Shelby.”

Lois shrugged. “I can live with that.”

“Well, it beats Clarkie,” he smirked at his consort. He patted his leg. “Come on Shelby. Let’s go outside,” he added, picking up a Frisbee from the workbench and running outside with it, throwing it for the dog to catch.


( 6 comments — Leave a comment )
Mar. 2nd, 2012 03:50 am (UTC)
great chapter
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:24 am (UTC)
Thanks hon.
Mar. 2nd, 2012 09:56 am (UTC)
AWESOME new chapter honey! *smishes*
Mar. 2nd, 2012 10:24 am (UTC)
Thanks sweetie.
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:46 am (UTC)
Wonderful LONG chapter. I loved it. :D
Mar. 11th, 2012 03:53 am (UTC)
Yep, and they only get longer. :)
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