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Kryptonian Consort 46/?

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!
Art: ctbn60

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.


Chapter Forty-Six

Clark was lying on his back, the sheet pushed down to his waist as Lois curled up beside him, her skin glistening with perspiration. It was a hot night and they had both been dozing. Lois whimpered in her sleep, rolling away from him, sighing.

Clark rolled over, frowning, realising Shelby was barking madly at something. He got out of bed, pulling on his boxers and went downstairs. There were multi-coloured lights blinking through the window pane of the back door. Clark glanced around. Everything was going crazy. From the grandfather clock to the television and the lights turning on by themselves.

Clark looked down at Shelby, who was scratching at the door, eager to get out. The golden retriever barked loudly.

“Shush Shelby,” he told him, going to open the door.

Clark squinted as a bright light shone right on the house, illuminating the front yard. He stared up into the sky. The lights reminded him of the Aurora Borealis, or what he’d seen of it. Suddenly it was as if the light had moved, changed, gathering together into one huge ball, bearing down on him.

“Honey, wake up.”

Chest heaving, Clark sat up, looking down at his consort. Lois’ eyes seemed as if they had practically bugged out, they were so huge.

“You were screaming!” she said, gently stroking his bare chest. “You okay?”

What was it about Lois’ touch that always got him to calm down?

“Yeah,” he said, smiling reassuringly at her. “I’m fine. It was just a bad dream.”

There was a knock on the door, then it opened. Mom and Dad were standing in the hallway, looking worried. Lois sighed.

“Well, since we’re all up, why don’t I go make us some hot cocoa or something,” she said.

“Good idea, Lois,” Mom said, smiling at her.

They all trooped downstairs. Clark sat at the table, trying to get the dream out of his head.

“Honey, maybe it’ll help if you tell us about it,” Lois said, stroking his arm.

“Lois is right, son.”

Clark nodded and told them what was in the dream. Lois watched him with a concerned look in her eye.

“Well, you scared the living daylights out of me,” she said. “You kept yelling ‘It’s coming’ over and over.”

Clark frowned at her. “I did?”

She nodded. “I’m sure it’s just a bad dream.”

Clark shook his head. “I just ... can’t help wondering if it’s some kind of warning.”

“You mean like the dream you had when you were infected by that toxin?” Lois asked. “Have you ever had prophetic dreams before?”

“I don’t think so,” he whispered.

“Son, you’ve had bad dreams before,” Dad said. “You used to have them all the time when you were little. Mind you, I think that was because you were still trying to get used to the strangeness of Earth. It wasn’t easy for you, not being able to speak English.”

“I think this is a little different, Dad,” he said. “And if it is a warning, I need to do something.”

“What you need is to get some shut-eye so that you’re not half asleep tomorrow when they hand you that diploma.”

“Your dad’s right,” Mom said. “Don’t let a nightmare spoil your high school graduation.”

“You know, I had this really weird dream the other night,” Lois said, clearly trying to distract him. Clark let her try, knowing his mind was still on the dream. “This, uh, guy wearing a red cape.”


She shrugged. “That’s pretty much it. That’s all I remember.”

“Sounds horrible, Lois,” Clark commented. She punched him in the shoulder.

“Cute, Smallville! C’mon, finish your drink and let’s go back to bed.”

Clark gave a long-suffering groan and she grinned at him. Clark finished his drink, letting Lois take his hand and pull him up. He looked at his parents, who grinned back at him.

“Better you than me, son,” Dad said.

“Yeah, thanks Dad,” he replied as Lois dragged him upstairs.

Once back in their bedroom, Lois put her arms around him.

“You know, I could think of a way to distract you,” she said.

“It’s two in the morning,” he reminded her.

“Yeah, and you’re going to be thinking about that dream the rest of the night, which means neither of us are going to get any sleep at this rate. So, how about it, spaceboy?”

Well, one part of his body was certainly up for it, he decided, pushing the shoestring strap of her top down her shoulder as he kissed her. Lois grinned, attacking the drawstring of his pyjama pants, at the same time cupping his erection.

Clark kissed her, pushing her down on the bed, burying his face in her neck to savour the sweet scent of her.

Lois looked up at him as he lifted his head to gaze on her beautiful face.

“I love you,” he said.

“I love you,” she replied.

He couldn’t voice what was on his mind. The dream had shaken him, more than he wanted to admit. He’d never believed in prophetic dreams, but what if his nightmare from the toxin and now this one were connected somehow? Clark had a feeling of foreboding.

Lois touched his cheek. “Hey,” she said softly. “Let it go.”

He nodded and let her roll him over so she was on top. She grinned down at him.

“Now that’s the way it should be,” she cracked.

“What? You on top?”

“You better believe it spaceboy.” She opened her mouth in a silent gasp as he held her waist, guiding her down so he impaled her on his cock. Lois responded by squeezing her muscles around him, making him groan. Grinning, she began to move up and down his shaft in a slow, torturous rhythm.

“Stop torturing me,” he told her, grunting as she paused, squeezing her muscles once again.

“Not until you say it,” she answered.

“Say what?” he asked.

“You know what. Don’t play dumb, Smallville!”

“All right, fine. You’re top dog. Okay?”

“Gotcha,” she said, beginning to move again.

Clark knew he’d appeared to give in far too easily, but that was exactly what he wanted her to think. Lois might think she was top dog, but he knew how to play her, as much as she knew how to play him.

He groaned as he came, feeling Lois’ inner muscles squeezing him. She grabbed his hand, squeezing hard with her fingers as she shuddered through her own climax. Panting, she lay her head on his chest, her body a heavy weight on him. Clark rolled over onto his side, withdrawing gently from her, brushing her hair aside.

“Still love me?” he asked softly.

“Always,” she said. “Always and forever.”

He kissed her gently. “I love you.”

“Go to sleep,” she told him. “Or you’ll have more baggage than an airport under your eyes tomorrow.”

“Cute Lolo,” he answered.

She grinned, eyes still closed.


Since Clark didn’t have to be at school for the graduation ceremony until about noon, Lois figured he could get off chores for a couple of hours so he could sleep in. Despite what she’d done to try to distract him, Clark had tossed and turned for another hour before falling into a light doze. By the time she came downstairs for breakfast at eight, he had finally fallen into a deep sleep.

Martha was putting a dish of pancakes on the table when she stepped into the kitchen.

“Everything all right, sweetie?” Martha asked.

“Yeah. Clark’s still asleep. I figured I’d let him sleep a little longer. Since he doesn’t have to go to classes.”

“I heard him tossing and turning,” her mother-in-law said.

“I guess the dream shook him a lot more than he let on,” Lois told her, pouring herself a cup of black coffee.

Jonathan came in, just as Martha was suggesting that Lois might want to go back to bed for a while too.

“Hey, look who I found wandering around,” he said with a grin. Lois gasped as her father followed Jonathan in. He was wearing civilian clothes.

“Daddy, this is a surprise.”

“I’m sorry to call on you so early, Lo,” he said, “but I needed to talk to you.”

“About what?” she asked.

Martha gently interrupted.

“I’ve just made a fresh pot of coffee, Sam,” she said. “Would you like some?”

“Thank you, Martha,” he said, smiling. He took the cup of black coffee she handed him and tasted it. “Now that is a real cup of coffee. Not like the sludge they serve in the mess.”

“Still keeps the troops awake though, huh, Dad?” Lois asked, still curious as to why her father had turned up at this time of the morning. Particularly now.

“Is your boy ... fiancé here?” her father asked.

“He’s still asleep. He didn’t sleep very well.”

“Well, I did want to talk to both of you.”

“Did you come here to stop us getting married?” she asked.

“No,” he said. “I know when to back off, Lo. But I did want to ask you if you would consider putting it off for a while. Just for now.”

Put off getting married? Was he insane? There was no way she was going to postpone the wedding.

“Dad ...”

“What’s this all about, Sam?” Jonathan asked, taking a cup of coffee from Martha. “Thank you sweetheart.”

“Jonathan, I know you and I have had our differences, but please trust me that I would not ask this without good reason. I need Lois to go with me to Germany.”

“What’s in Germany?”

“Lucy. A friend in Heidelberg contacted me saying she’d been spotted in Germany.”

“Dad, I can’t just up and leave. Clark’s graduating today and ...”

“That’s why I wanted to talk to both of you,” her father interrupted. “I know I’m asking a lot of you, especially after what happened with your sister, but I thought Clark might like to come with you. Lucy needs to answer for what she’s done.”

“You’re not going to have her arrested, are you Sam?” Martha asked, sounding concerned.

“I should, but since Luthor isn’t intending to press charges against her, the only thing I plan to do is at least get her back here and try and talk some sense into her.”

“Nice to be so rich you don’t miss fifty thousand,” Lois said darkly.

“I think Luthor was more concerned about Lucy than the money,” he said. “Besides, after Becker was arrested, he was able to get enough on the crime syndicate to buy his hotel.”

“Oh to be Lex Luthor,” Lois groaned. “Dad, I can’t promise anything, but I’ll talk to Clark."

“Talk to me about what?”

Lois whirled, going to her fiancé.

“Honey, what are you doing up?” she said, giving him a quick kiss on the lips. She might be okay with full-on passionate kisses around her in-laws, but having her father watching made her a little uncomfortable. “You could have slept a little longer.”

“I’m fine,” he said softly. “Talk to me about what?” he asked again, looking at her father.

“Dad wants us to go to Germany to help him track down Lucy.”

“Why us?”

“I thought you both might be able to talk some sense into Lucy.”

Lois realised that her father thought Lucy might not come home if it was just him. After the long talk they’d had, she had realised that her father felt guilty for the way he’d raised both his daughters. He knew he’d made some mistakes. Sending Lucy away had most likely been one of them. They’d both come to the realisation that Lucy had acted out because she’d felt rejected by her father.

Lucy had been four years old when their mother had died and she’d been too little to realise the impact that would have on the family. It must have hurt, Lois thought, when her father had sent her away to school, thinking he was giving her best opportunities in education. To a girl Lucy’s age, it would have felt like her father didn’t care about her enough to want her around.

“Can we think about it sir?” Clark said. “I’m not saying no. It’s just that Lois and I were going to get married in a couple of weeks. We decided to wait a little so things could settle down after graduation.”

“Military transport leaves tomorrow,” her father said. “If we’re lucky, we can have Lucy back here in time for the two of you to have that wedding. If not, well ...” he shrugged.

“We’ll let you know,” Clark said.

The general nodded, putting down his cup. He turned to leave, hesitating at the door. Lois frowned at him, wondering if there was something else. He opened the screen door and walked out. Whatever it was, she thought, it was either classified or not important enough for him to tell her.


Clark sighed as he stood in front of the mirror trying to knot his tie. It just didn’t seem to be working. Frustrated, he pulled it off for the hundredth time. Or at least, it felt that way.

“Honey, let me do that,” Lois said, taking the tie from him and putting it around her neck.

“What would I do without you, consort?” he smirked.

“Probably look like the bumbling farm boy I first thought you were,” she said.

“Bumbling?” he said in protest.

“Let’s face it, Chloe’s recommendation wasn’t exactly glowing. If I hadn’t met Kal first, I would have figured she was right on point.”

“Gee, thanks.”

“Ah come on, you know I love busting your chops,” she grinned, taking the knotted tie from around her neck and putting it around him, pushing the knot up so it sat tightly around his neck. Clark loosened the knot and began fixing his collar.

“So, um, did you think about what your dad asked?” he said.

“I don’t know,” she sighed. “I mean, at least he asked, rather than ordered me to go. And he’s willing to let you come with us. I just ...”

“Well, maybe he’s right. Maybe you’re the only one who can talk Lucy into coming home.”

“But he wants us to postpone the wedding, Smallville. I mean, what if it does take longer than a couple of weeks?”

Clark adjusted his tie and put his arms around his consort.

“Honey, it doesn’t matter if it’s two weeks, two months, or two years. I mean, we are married by Kryptonian law so when we get married by Earth standards isn’t really important. Okay?”

“So you want to do this?”

“I think we should at least try and help your dad. I mean, he’s trying to be supportive.”

Lois let him put his arms around her, snuggling up against his chest.

“That’s what I love about you, Smallville. You see the best in everyone.”

“I had good role models,” he said modestly.

She looked up at him and grinned. “Okay, I’ll go tell the general we’ll go with him tomorrow.” She studied him. “You look very handsome.”

“Thank you,” he said, kissing her.

“There is one thing I do want you to know, Clark, that when I’m sitting in the audience today at your graduation and you stand up on that stage in front of all those people I’m gonna be looking up at you and thinking one thing.”

Clark looked at his consort, wondering if she was thinking the same dirty thoughts he was.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“Please, god, don’t let him trip,” she said, punching him in the shoulder before turning and leaving the loft. Clark watched her leave, shaking his head. She was so going to be punished for that, he thought.


Lois hadn’t been able to reach her father, which seemed a little odd to her, since he had been so keen to talk to her that morning. She drove with Clark to the school, deep in thought.

“Everything okay?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Yeah, I guess. I just couldn’t get hold of Dad.”

“I’m sure everything’s fine,” he said. “Your Dad’s probably busy out with the troops or something.”

“You’re probably right,” she said, pulling up in the school parking lot. It was already almost full with other students and their families getting ready for the graduation ceremony.

“I have to go meet Chloe,” he told her as he got out of the car. “See you later?”

Lois moved around to the other side of the car.

“Not before I get my kiss,” she answered, grinning wickedly.

“Miss Lane, what kind of boy do you think I am?” he replied, grinning just as wickedly.

“A very sexy one,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck and tilting her head for his kiss.

They ignored the wolf whistles from the other students as they kissed. Lois was almost tempted to tell him to forget graduation and let them both go and have their own private celebration. But she didn’t want to deprive him of this rite of passage.

“Okay, okay, break it up lovebirds.”

Lois grinned down at her cousin.

“Hey cuz, looking sharp,” she said.

Chloe was already in her graduation robe, which slightly swamped her petite figure.

“Cute cuz,” the blonde answered, grabbing Clark’s arm. “Come on. We’ve gotta go,” she said, dragging him away.

Lois watched with a grin before turning to join her in-laws as they walked up the path to the lawn where the ceremony would be taking place.


Clark walked with Chloe as they began to join the formation in their graduation robes. The assistant principal began calling out names.

“Did you see Lana yet?” he asked, still searching the crowd for the brunette. He was worried. He knew Lana had been having problems and after everything that had happened with Brendan the day before, he had seen that his friend was more shaken up than she wanted to admit.

“There’s still no sign,” Chloe said, scanning the other students. “I’m starting to get worried. Lana’s never so much as had a tardy. She’s not gonna miss her high school graduation.”

Lana was one of those students who could be called a ‘goody-two-shoes’. She was always on time for class, always studious, always working hard to earn good grades. Clark didn’t think she had ever skipped a class in her entire high school life.

“She’ll be here,” Clark told her, with more reassurance than he felt. He left Chloe to turn and follow the other students in his group up toward the podium, listening for his name being called.

He glanced toward the chairs, grinning as Lois stood up, wolf-whistling at him and his parents cheered as his name was called and he went up to grab his diploma. Then Lana’s name was called and he looked around, expecting to see the brunette. He frowned. She was nowhere to be seen.

Suddenly there was the sound of a siren, almost like an air raid siren. Clark looked around as military vehicles were driven into the grounds. Well, it was no wonder Lois couldn’t get hold of her father, he thought.

A soldier began speaking on a megaphone.

“Attention! Remain calm!”

Instantly people began to murmur. Clark rolled his eyes. The last thing people would do when told to remain calm was ... remain calm. Usually those words were followed by ... disaster.

“By order of the Federal Emergency Decree: All non-essential personnel should evacuate the area within a fifty mile radius. In approximately three hours, a meteor shower is predicted to hit Smallville.”

Oh no, Clark thought, hearing his mother cry out: “Not again.”

This was his worst nightmare come true, he thought as people began running everywhere despite the soldiers’ efforts to keep people calm. Clark stepped off the stage, pulling off his robe. Chloe ran up to him.

“Hey, Clark! Can you believe it? Twice in sixteen years. I mean this is crazy. Smallville’s gotta have some sort of extraterrestrial bull’s eye on it.”

Clark sent her a pained look and she winced.

“Ah, geez, sorry, you don’t think ...”

“I don’t know,” he said. “But I have to go talk to Jor-El.”

“What makes you think he’ll know what’s going on?” Lois asked, coming up to them, cutting off Chloe’s enthusiastic babble.

“He has to,” Clark said.

“Yeah, I mean this can’t be a coincidence, can it? I mean lightning doesn’t strike in the same place twice, not without some sort of lightning rod ...”

Lois sent her cousin a look which said ‘shut up now’.

“Someone needs to go find Lana,” Clark told them. “Now I’m really worried about her.”

“Maybe she was late in getting to graduation and was already told to leave town,” Lois suggested. “They’ve already evacuated half the county.”

Clark frowned at her. “Maybe. I don’t know. But I do think it’s a good idea if you both leave too.”

“Now listen to me, Smallville,” Lois began, using her stubborn voice as if she had no intention of going anywhere. “If there’s one thing the general has taught me is that you cannot panic in times of crisis. Do you hear me? Okay, whatever happens, you have to stay calm. You cannot panic.”

Clark almost smiled at the panic in Lois’ voice. He did the only thing he could, leaning forward and kissing her. Her eyes went wide and her hands were raised in the air as if she wasn’t quite sure what to do with them, then she relaxed into the kiss.

“Feel better?” he said when they finally broke apart.

“Yes,” she grinned. “Thanks Smallville.”

“That’s what I’m here for,” he told her. “One save at a time.” He dumped his robe in the back of Chloe’s car. Lois and Chloe both got in.

“Listen, I’m gonna take your car back to the farm and help Mom and Dad pack up some things.”

“How are we going to find you?” Lois asked.

“Mom and Dad will probably go to my granddad’s place in Metropolis.”

Lois frowned at him. “I’ve never met your granddad,” she protested.

“I know. There’s a lot of family stuff that we’ve never really talked about. Mom and Dad will explain things. Just please, Lo, do this for me. I just want you to be safe, all right?”

Lois kissed him quickly. “Okay. I love you.”

“Love you too. Now go. I’ll call you if I can.”

Clark raced to Lois’ car, driving it as fast as he could to the farm, even though he knew he would have been a lot faster with super speed. The streets were already beginning to fill up with residents trying to leave the town before the meteors hit. The truck was still not in the yard when he drove up and he parked the car near the barn, running out to Lana’s apartment.

“Lana?” he called, opening her door. The apartment was empty and nothing seemed out of place.

He tried the library, the route to school and every other place he could think of but didn’t find her. Dejected, he returned to the farm. The truck was parked just beyond the gate. Clark ran up the steps and opened the screen door.

Dad came down the stairs with bags in hand.

“Clark, where the hell have you been? And where’s Lois?”

“Lois is with Chloe. I told them to go to Granddad’s in Metropolis.”

Dad nodded. “We need to pack up. We have to get out of here.”

“I’ve been out looking for Lana,” he said. “I’ve checked everywhere.”

Mom frowned at him. “Well, I’m sure Lana’s already been evacuated,” she said.

Clark shook his head. “I don’t know. Lois and I think there’s something that’s been going on with Lana that she’s not talking about. Something to do with her and Jason.”

“Well, whatever it is, it will have to wait,” Dad said. “Now, Clark, I need you to go upstairs and pack everything that’s necessary. Your mom and I will take care of everything down here.”

“No, there’s something I have to do first.”

“Like what?” Mom asked.

“Talk to Jor-El. I mean, maybe all this is happening because of me.”

Mom looked at him.

“Don’t you dare even think for a second that this is your fault,” she said.

“I came to Smallville in a meteor shower. Now it’s happening again and it’s all because of me.”

There was a hint of exasperation in his father’s tone when he spoke.

“Clark, there is absolutely nothing you could have done to prevent this.”

“But ... Chloe said lightning doesn’t strike in the same place twice unless there’s a lightning rod. What if I’m that lightning rod.”

“First of all, Chloe should never have said that,” Dad said. “And ... does Chloe know?” he asked, his eyes widening.

“Uh ...” Damn, Clark hadn’t actually come right out and told his parents that Chloe knew his secret. Although there had obviously been enough hints about it.

“Sweetheart, your dad’s right. Especially if Chloe knows your secret. Besides, there is no way you are some kind of ‘lightning rod’. Whatever Chloe says. What would Lois say if she was here right now?”

Clark grinned suddenly. Lois would punch him in the shoulder and tell him he was being an idiot.

Mom smiled at him as if she could read his mind.

“See? Now go upstairs and pack,” she told him.

Clark sighed heavily, then went upstairs to pack up some of his and Lois’ things. Just those things he thought they would need. As he went to the side table to grab some of Lois’ make-up, he saw a white stick in the drawer. Picking it up, Clark frowned at it. There was a small part of the stick which appeared to have been treated by some chemical. It was pink.

“Clark ...”

He quickly dropped the stick back in the drawer. Obviously Lois had a good reason why she hadn’t told him about this and she’d clearly trusted that he would never x-ray her drawer. Because that was what couples did; they trusted each other. Still, it appeared they had something they would need to talk about when this was over. He would have to broach the subject with her later. Right now he had a meteor shower to think about.

“Down in a sec Mom,” he called out, quickly stuffing everything in the bag and closing the zipper, speeding down the stairs.

“I’m just going out to the barn,” he said. “I need a couple of things from there.”

“Well, hurry son,” Dad said.

Clark hurried out to grab the key from its hiding place in his father’s toolbox. He unwrapped it from the rag and held it in his hand, looking down at the symbols, sighing. He turned to leave the loft, startled to find Lex standing by the stairs. He quickly palmed the key.

“Lex! Don’t you know not to sneak up on people?” he said, to cover the way his nerves had jumped.

“Sorry,” his friend said. “I just wanted to offer you and your parents safe passage out of here on the LuthorCorp jet. The roads are going to be pretty ugly soon.”

Clark tried to make it look casual as he thrust his hand in his pocket, but Lex seemed to notice the movement.

“Thanks,” Clark replied. “But I think we’ll be okay.”

Lex looked concerned. “Clark, why take the risk? The first meteor shower caused me irrevocable damage. Trust me, you don’t want to be near here when the next one hits.”

Clark remained resolute. “I think my dad will want to pack up the truck with as much as we can take. And Lois is already on the way to Metropolis.” He hoped. Knowing his consort, she wasn’t one to obey orders. Even from him.

Lex just nodded coolly.

“I understand. Sometimes things simply can’t be replaced.”

Clark had the impression that his friend was completely pissed off at the rejection. Clark was torn. He still wanted to believe in Lex but too much had already happened over the past year. Despite what Lex had tried to do for Evan, Clark couldn’t help but think Lex hadn’t just helped out of the goodness of his heart. Even Lois felt there might have been some ulterior motive for Lex offering his help.

This wasn’t about ‘things’, Clark told himself. It was about trust. But Lex clearly knew that, judging from the tension in his body language.

He watched as his friend walked toward the window and looked out at the blue sky.

“Clark, my scientists have identified what seems to be an inner chamber inside the cave wall.”

What scientists, Clark wondered. How would Lex have known to investigate further into the caves? He glanced down at the chest he’d used to store all his school gear and his photographs and drawings from the caves. He was sure, more than ever now, that Lex had been looking through his stuff. One of his drawings had gone missing, and Clark knew that he hadn’t misplaced it. Just like he knew Lois would never have taken it. It was the sketch he had made of the path to the inner chamber. The very one Lex was talking about.

“Really?” he answered, trying to make it sound casual instead of coming right out and accusing the older man of lying.

Lex turned and looked at him.

“I was wondering if your research into the cave might have turned up anything similar.”

Clark shook his head, hoping his attempt at deflection would work. But if he knew Lex as well as he thought he did, no amount of deflecting would get Lex off the subject if he didn’t want to be taken there.

“No. Um, but Lex, why are you so interested in the caves when there’s a natural disaster headed our way?”

Although, Clark knew there was nothing ‘natural’ about these meteors. Sure, meteors hit Earth all the time. But his instincts were telling him these weren’t from random space junk.

“Clark, if anything in this town is irreplaceable it’s those caves. They’ve been around for thousands of years and they can very well be destroyed in the next tw...”

“Let’s hope they’re not,” Clark interrupted. “Look, I really need to go help my parents. Good luck, Lex.”

Lex smiled. “Thanks, Clark, but I don’t believe in luck.” He began to walk past him to the stairs. “It’s our wits and our fortitude that keep us safe. And I’m sure you have more than enough of both. Stay safe.”

Clark frowned as Lex went down the stairs. What did he mean by that, Clark wondered.

He followed the other man out of the barn and went back into the house, waiting until Lex’s car had disappeared down the driveway.

“I’m going to the caves,” he told his parents. “I’m convinced Jor-El knows how to stop this.”

“Fine,” Dad said, “but get back here as quickly as you can. We need to leave for the city before the meteors hit.”

Clark nodded and sped to the caves. He had a fleeting thought of his consort and just hoped she was safe.


Lois frowned at the line of traffic. Chloe pressed the horn impatiently.

“Come on,” Chloe said.

“Maybe we should have gone back to the farm,” Lois said worriedly.

Her cousin looked at her. “You’re worried about him, aren’t you?”

“I just know he’s blaming himself for this in some way. Did I tell you he had a nightmare last night. He was practically screaming. Scared the hell out of us all.”

“What was it about?”

“Lights in the sky. It sounded really strange, but what’s worse was the way he reacted to it. I couldn’t get him to calm down for ages. And he’s sort of had a dream like that before. Remember when that toxin got released in the atmosphere?”

“How could I forget,” Chloe said sarcastically.

“He had a dream about a meteor shower, and that I was killed.”

Lois bit her lip, looking down and pressing a hand lightly to her stomach.

“Chloe, turn around. Go back to the farm.”

“What? Are you kidding?”

“Damn it, Chlo, just do it! That dream he had, I mean, not last night’s but the one a few months ago ... he doesn’t talk about it but I know it terrified him.”

“Yeah, because he’s afraid of losing you. He loves you, Lo, that’s not hard to see.”

“And in the dream, I had left him to drive to the farm and ran into a power pole. He told me.” She bit her lip. “There’s something else, Chlo. I haven’t even told Clark this yet, because I wasn’t sure ... I mean I took a test and something showed, but I ...”

She was so afraid of how Clark would react. Especially after what had happened just a couple of weeks ago.

Chloe stared at her, wide-eyed. “Lo, are you ...” Her voice dropped to a whisper and Lois could barely make out the word. But she knew that Chloe understood.

“I don’t know,” she said.

Chloe nodded, her lips thinning. She wrenched the wheel and did a sharp u-turn, to abuse from the other drivers.

“We’re going back to the farm.”



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Oct. 27th, 2012 08:54 pm (UTC)
Nice new chapter honey
Oct. 27th, 2012 09:13 pm (UTC)
Thank you hon, it's good to be able to start catching up.
Oct. 28th, 2012 05:13 pm (UTC)
All kinds of things hitting the fan at once. Fantastic chapter honey. I never expected Lois to possibly be preggers. Can't wait for the next part!!!
Oct. 28th, 2012 05:19 pm (UTC)
You're right, a lot of crap is about to hit the fan big time.
Nov. 4th, 2012 04:51 pm (UTC)
I am still reading on... Though I don't always comment. Kryptonian Consort & The Truth About Men & Women are my fave WIPs so far... Saw your stats, can't believe how many words have poured out of you... No small feat.
Nov. 4th, 2012 05:15 pm (UTC)
Yeah, I know. I knew I was prolific but I didn't know just how prolific until I looked at those stats.
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