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Consort	By : phoenixnz Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 5513 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 1-Consort
- 2-Gone
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CRUSADE

Lois Lane was completely lost. She had been driving for what felt like hours and all she could see was corn. For miles. Cricking her neck to keep the phone on her shoulder, she spoke impatiently to the operator.
“K-E-N-T. It’s a farm. Do they even have addresses?”
She continued speaking to the operator, trying to make sense of the directions she’d been given. But a bolt of lightning nearby shorted out the signal and she threw the phone down in disgust. Sighing, she reached up, pulling down the sun visor and grabbing the cigarette she’d stashed there. Then she caught a glimpse of her reflection in the rear-view mirror.
“If you smoke this,” she chastised herself, “you’re going to spend the rest of the night hating yourself.”
Whatever she was going to tell herself next was lost in her scream as another bolt of lightning hit too close for comfort and she found herself swerving off the road into a field of corn. The stalks were ignited by the lightning, surrounding a large, circular area with small fires.
Lois barely managed to keep her equilibrium as the car slid to a stop, the engine spluttering and stalling. Looking out the windscreen she saw what looked like the body of a man. She pushed open the door and got out, just as the man got to his feet. To her shock, she saw he was totally naked.
“Hey, are you okay?”
He was facing away from her, but she heard him say stiffly: “I am fine.”
“You’ve just been struck by lightning and you’re standing in the middle of a cornfield. You have a strange definition of fine.”
She started forward but then he turned around. Oh my god, she thought. Not only was he butt naked but he was an incredible-looking specimen of a man. Her eyes strayed lower and she quickly snapped her gaze upward.
“Look at his face,” she told herself. But she’d already got a glimpse of the family jewels and wow, was too simple a word for it.
“Uh, so I think we should get you to a hospital. Um, I have a blanket in the car.”
She turned, relieved to have something to do.
“Wait,” he said. “Who are you?”
“Lois. Lois Lane.”
The drive to Smallville Medical Centre was mostly quiet. Lois couldn’t help but steal glances at the man as he sat beside her, the red blanket around his shoulders. There was something about that colour next to his skin that made him glow. Lois bit her lip nervously. She’d had boyfriends, but this was the first man she’d ever had an instant attraction to. Even if he did seem a little weird.
“What’s your name, anyway?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” he said, after a moment’s thought.
“You must remember something.”
“I remember nothing.”
“O-okay,” she said, digging in her bag for a stick of Nicorette gum.
“What is that?” he asked.
“Nicorette. I’m trying to quit smoking.”
“Smoking? Is bad for you.”
Lois wanted to roll her eyes. He didn’t remember his own name, but he remembered that?
“Yeah, well, spare me the lecture, okay? Now where is this medical centre?” She glanced at her passenger. “I don’t suppose ... what am I saying, of course you don’t know where the medical centre is.”
“Medical centre?” he said, as if trying out the words.
“Yeah, you know, so a doctor can look at you.”
“I do not need a doctor. I am fine.”
“Well, I ... Look, I don’t know a lot about these things, but you were struck by lightning and in my book that’s ...”
“You talk a lot.”
“Yeah, well uncomfortable silences make me nervous, you know?”
“Why don’t you stop and let me out if I make you nervous.”
“I didn’t say you make me nervous. I said uncomfortable silences ... “ Sighing she picked up her cellphone, but the signal was dead. “Damn it. Okay, obviously I’m never going to find this place in the dark, so there has to be somewhere I can take you.”
“Where is your place?”
“Uh, well, actually, I’m staying at the base.”
“Base?”
“Army base? My Dad’s a general. I mean, he’s in Washington right now, but I’m staying with this Lieutenant.”
“Then take us there.”
“I really don’t think ...”
Her passenger just stared at her. With a sigh, Lois pressed her foot down on the accelerator and headed in the direction of the army base.
Thank god my father’s not here, she thought as she pulled up beside the small block of housing for junior officers. A woman came out, a puzzled frown on her face.
“Lois? I thought you’d gone to Smallville to look up that friend of your cousin’s?”
“Hi Maggie. Yeah, change of plans.”
Maggie stared as Lois’ new friend (which was kind of pushing it) got out of the car, dropping the blanket on the ground. Lois quickly went to his side and picked up the blanket, covering him with it.
“Would you keep that on,” she said in an exasperated whisper. He just stared at her.
“Who’s this?” Maggie asked and it was clear she was trying not to laugh.
“Uh, this is ... “ Lois sighed. “Actually, he doesn’t know his name. I was going to take him to the hospital but he refused, so I didn’t know what else to do.”
“What happened?”
“He was struck by lightning.”
“Oh my god! Are you okay?” Maggie asked.
“I am fine,” he said.
Maggie cocked an eyebrow at Lois, clearly thinking that Lois’ new friend was not all there.
“Well, bring him inside,” she said, glancing around. Fortunately it was late enough that none of the other officers were around. “If your father ...”
“Well, Daddy’s in Washington,” Lois told her.
“No, he isn’t, Lois. He’s here. On base.”
“What?” Lois stared at her friend, startled.
“Never mind that,” Maggie said, ushering them inside. “Come on, let’s get your friend some clothes. I think I have something that will fit.”
Lois bit her lip. If her father was on base, it meant only one thing. She was in big trouble! She watched as Maggie bustled around the tiny apartment, grabbing some of her husband’s clothes while instructing Lois to boil the kettle.
“Uh, you know I burn things, don’t you?”
“Lois, it’s a kettle. Fill it up with cold water and put it on the stove,” Maggie said from the living room while she helped the young man dress. She looked him over. “Well, you don’t look as if you actually got hit. Are you sure he was struck by lightning, Lois?”
“I was there, Maggie.”
“Well, he seems fine. In fact, not a mark on him.”
“I am fine.”
Maggie patted the young man’s shoulder. “Of course you are, honey. Now that we’ve got you looking decent, I’m going to make some hot chocolate.”
“I’m waiting for a sign,” he said.
Maggie frowned at him but said nothing. She just patted him again and told him to sit while she went to make the hot chocolate.
“He’s not exactly playing with a full deck, Lois,” she said.
“Maybe it’s the amnesia,” Lois said.
“Well, whatever it is, we’ll have to figure it out in the morning. Get me some blankets from the closet, will you Lois? And a couple of pillows. He’ll have to sleep on the sofa.”
“Sure.”
Lois did as asked and dumped the blankets on the sofa.
“Sorry,” she said to her guest. “It’s not the most comfortable of sofas but it’ll have to do.”
He said nothing, just drank his hot chocolate.
Lois went to bed not long after, tossing and turning in the narrow cot bed in the spare room. She supposed she could have gone to stay with her father, but the two of them were like chalk and cheese and she just didn’t want to face the general, especially if he was in one of his moods. And from what Maggie had said, it looked like things had not gone well in Washington.
She couldn’t stop thinking about the young man in the living room. There was no other word for it. He was hot! She’d been with lots of guys, but this one ... okay, so maybe he had a few screws loose, but that could have been from the lightning.
Lois rolled over onto her back. The late summer heat was cloying. Sweat was sticking everywhere. At least, that was what she kept telling herself. But she couldn’t stop picturing the young man in that cornfield, in his birthday suit. She had never felt instant attraction before but she was feeling it now.
She was dreaming. She had to be. She could almost feel him in the room with her. The air was electric with awareness. He was coming toward her.
“Lois,” he whispered. “I need you.”
She reached out almost automatically as he sank to the bed, pulling him into her arms. She didn’t know why, but she wanted him. Needed him. And as his mouth claimed hers, she felt that this was so right.
With a start, Lois snapped to full awareness. He was here with her. In her bed.
“What the hell are you doing?” she asked trying to pull away from him, but his arms were like a steel band around her. With a shock she realised he was naked. Again. And she felt something else too. Something hard and heavy against her hip.
“I need you,” he said. Lois finally realised this wasn’t a dream. He really had been kissing her.
“I don’t even know your name.”
“Kal-El,” he said.
“So you remember now?”
“Yes.”
“What kind of name is Kal-El?”
“What kind of name is Lois Lane,” he countered.
Point taken, she thought. “This really isn’t ...” His hands were stroking her, sending shivers up her spine. “Kal-El, stop it.”
“Stop what?”
“Stop that. I barely know you and this ...”
“I want you,” he said.
“You’re crazy,” she returned, still trying to pull away.
“There is a reason why you found me in that cornfield, Lois.”
“And what’s that?”
“You are my mate. My consort.”
“Okay, now I know you’re crazy.”
“What is crazy when I know you wanted me the moment you saw me.”
“I so did not.”
“You were looking at my body.”
“You were stark naked in the middle of a cornfield. Where was I supposed to look? Stop it. Please.”
“Your mouth says no, but your body says yes,” he said, caressing her, making her shiver once more.
Oh god, she moaned inwardly. He knew. Somehow he knew what she had been thinking from the moment she’d laid eyes on him.
“Kal-El, please, I ...”
“Tell me you don’t want this and I will go.”
Lois bit her lip. Then looked him straight in the eyes. “I don’t want this,” she said firmly.
“Liar,” he said, stroking her again.
“You said you would stop.”
“You weren’t being honest with me.”
“You lied too.”
“Only because I knew you would lie.” His logic really did not resemble any other kind of logic she knew of. But Lois was having a hard time trying to think at all let alone attach any logic to her thoughts.
“You know, where I come from when a woman says no, she ...” He kissed her again, silencing her protests. And oh god, he was an amazing kisser! All the other guys she’d kissed just paled in comparison.
She was dizzy. It almost felt like she was floating. Lois frowned. Wait a minute! They were floating! Lois discovered they were a metre above the bed.
“How are you doing that?” she asked Kal-El.
“I’m not from around here.”
“Boy, that’s for sure.”
Suddenly, Kal-El was dropping them to the bed, then he stood up, holding out his hand to her.
“Come with me,” he said.
“Where?”
Lois bit her lip as he sent her a cajoling look. She could almost call it a puppy dog look except for the fact that he was human. At least, appeared human.
“Trust me,” he said softly.
Lois scrambled out of bed, then looked down.
“I’m not wearing anything.”
Kal-El smirked at her. Well, okay, she was wearing a tank top and shorts, but they were her night clothes. Hardly something she’d wear in public.
“It’s night,” he said. “No one will see you.”
“Okay, fine, but if we get arrested for indecent exposure, I’ll tell them it was all your idea.”
She took his hand and let him lead her out of the apartment. Then he picked her up in his arms, telling her to put her arms around his neck and he took off into the night sky. Lois held on for dear life as he climbed higher and higher, then stopped, appearing to float without effort.
Clinging on to him, she looked around her, then down at the lights below. It seemed almost magical. Breathless she looked up at him.
“This is beautiful,” she breathed.
“It pales compared to you.”
Lois let out a long, throaty laugh. “Oh come on, you really expect me to buy that line?”
“It is not a line,” he said, looking offended.
Lois realised she had hurt his feelings. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean it like that. It’s just, no one’s ever said that to me before. Well, not quite in that way.”
“I knew the moment I saw you that you were the one I was destined to be with.”
“How can that be? We’ve only known each other a few hours. And you didn’t even remember your own name for half of it. Just how did you get your memory back, anyway?”
“I woke up and I remembered.”
“Did you get the sign?”
He frowned at her. “What sign?”
“You said you were waiting for a sign.”
“The sign will come. And then I will have to go. But I wanted ...”
For just a moment, he seemed oddly shy. The total opposite of the way he’d been acting since they’d met. Well, since he’d climbed into her bed with her. But then he looked at her, his green eyed gaze steady and full of ... Lois could only imagine it was lust, or something deeper.
“I wanted you.”
Lois shook her head. “I hate to burst your bubble, flyboy, but most people don’t usually sleep with someone they’ve just met.”
“I’m not most people.”
“No, you’re clearly not,” she mused. She looked him over. “You do know we’re like a hundred feet in the air and you’re still stark naked, right?”
“What’s your point?”
What was her point? She couldn’t remember. She shivered. Up here, the night air was somewhat cooler than down on the ground.
“We should go back,” she said softly.
He nodded, holding her close as he flew them back to the apartment and into her bedroom. Lois felt like a little kid as he tucked her in bed. Then he turned to go.
Wait, that’s it? Lois thought. He says he wants me, now he doesn’t?
“Where are you going?”
“You are right. We should not do this now. We must wait.”
Lois blinked rapidly. “You don’t have to. I mean, okay, there’s not a lot of room, but, uh, I wouldn’t mind the company. I guess.” Why oh why was she blushing?
“If you are sure.”
She nodded, sitting up and holding out her arms for him. And as he got into bed beside her and moved into her embrace, she had a feeling of absolute certainty that this was right. That he was the one she had been waiting to meet all her life.
As she lay with him, she stroked his muscular arm. He gently pressed his lips to hers in a soft kiss that contained none of the passion of the kisses he’d given her before, but were just as nice.
“Kal-El?”
“Mmm?”
“What did you mean when you said I’m your consort?”
“You are the one I am destined to be with.”
“But how do you know that?”
“My father told me.”
“But consort? Doesn’t that mean ...?
“It means by Kryptonian law, once the bond is completed, we are married.”
Lois sat up suddenly, pulling away from him. “Married? And bond? What bond?”
“Shh, Lois, you will wake your friend.”
Lois let him pull her back down. She spoke in a loud whisper.
“Married! We can’t get married. I’m only eighteen. And my Dad would kill me.”
“It is Kryptonian law. Once you are bonded to someone, you are bonded for life. It is why we can only bond with one person until death.”
“Bond? You mean sex? That’s what you were trying to do?”
“Yes.”
Lois looked at him. Was he serious? Another thought occurred to her.
“Kal-El, are you seriously telling me you’re a virgin?”
“I have bonded with no-one else,” he told her. “I only wish to bond with you, Lois Lane.” He stroked her. “Go to sleep,” he said, closing his eyes.
Whoa, Lois thought. Either this guy was totally serious, or he was totally nuts. But she had to think it was the former, rather than the latter. She really, really wanted him to be sane. For all his idiosyncrasies, she actually liked him. And it was the last serious thought she had as she drifted off to sleep.
It seemed like just minutes later, although she realised afterwards it was several hours later, she was woken by him screaming in pain. She sat up. He was on the floor of her room, clutching his head, hands over his ears.
“Kal-El?”
***
Lois got out of bed and went to him. He looked as if he was in terrible pain and it wrenched at her heart. She tentatively touched his shoulders and he flinched.
“Kal-El?”
Suddenly it seemed as if the pain stopped and he stood to full height. Lois got up and stared up at him.
“What is it?”
“I have to go.”
“The sign?”
He looked down at her. “Yes.” He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. “But once I have completed my mission I will come back to you.”
She nodded, unwilling to say anything lest she try to stop him leaving. She didn’t know why, but she was afraid for him. For whatever his mission was.
“Be careful,” she told him, tears inexplicably clouding her eyes. He gently lifted her chin with his finger.
“Sweet Lois. You are my destiny, remember that.”
She nodded and watched him go out into the other room, obviously to get his clothes. Mere seconds later he went out the door. She ran to the window and pulled back the curtain, hoping to catch some sight of him, but he was nothing more than a blur in the slowly lightening sky.
With a sigh, she went back to bed. His scent was still on the pillow and she held it to her face, breathing it in. Hugging the pillow close, she closed her eyes and dozed off.
***
Kal-El found himself thinking about the beautiful Lois Lane. He flew through the air, his mind on his consort, rather than the mission. Never mind, he thought. He would get what his father had sent him to retrieve, then he would return and make the beautiful girl his. As he flew on to his destination, a smile crossed his face, thinking of how he would soon claim her.
As he flew through the clouds he saw his target. The jet was only a few hundred metres away. Steeling himself, Kal-El flew to the door of the jet, a dark streak in the sky. He pulled the door away, hearing the alarms go off as the cabin began to depressurize. He strode forward, ignoring the jet’s sudden drop as the pilot struggled to control the now destabilising plane and punched a whole in the wall of the passenger cabin. Opening his hand, he focused his mind on bringing the stone to him, x-raying through the metal of the wall to check its location. He could see the bald countenance of Lex Luthor as he tried to grab the stone.
“Mine!” Kal-El said to himself.
The stone flew through the air and landed in his hand as if he’d suddenly become magnetic. He closed his fist around it, aware that Lex was trying to get to the main door to catch him. Now that he had the stone, Kal-El smirked. He turned and left the plane, creating almost a rainbow effect in the sky as he flew away.
Heading back toward Kansas, Kal-El’s thoughts turned once more to the beautiful girl. Through the long days when he had been under his father’s tutelage, he had learned of Kryptonian mating rituals. His father had told him that he would know in an instant when he met the girl who was destined to be his consort. He smiled when he thought that he had met her within a moment of being released from the matrix.
His father had told him of the human girl he had once loved. But she had died before they could complete the bond. They had come very close, and Jor-El had wanted to defy his own destiny to stay with Louise McCallum. But it was not meant to be.
Now, Kal-El knew, it was his destiny to continue the El bloodline. And Lois Lane was the one he would continue it with.
Landing back at the base where he had left her, Kal-El entered the apartment block. It had been no more than an hour since he’d left, but Lois was up. As was her friend. Maggie. That was her name.
Lois looked up as he came in and smiled. Kal-El felt a tiny frisson of desire at the beauty of that smile. He stood there, looking at her slender form, the rounded curves of her ass. Lois caught his gaze and blushed.
She seemed a little uncertain as she approached him.
“Kal-El,” she said, almost breathlessly.
“Lois,” he said with almost reverence in his tone. But then, in his mind, he was addressing his queen. His consort. His mate.
“Did you do what you needed to do?” she asked as he kissed her gently.
“Yes. Part of my mission is complete.”
“Only part?” she said, frowning.
He showed her the stone he had taken from Lex Luthor. “I must locate the others.”
“Is there anything I can do to help?” she asked.
“Come with me,” he said. “I want to show you.”
“Show me what?” she said curiously. But she let him take her hand and lead her to the door. “Wait,” she said, turning. “Maggie? I’m going out.”
“Call me if you need anything,” Maggie called from what must be her bedroom.
Lois turned back to Kal-El and smiled. “Okay, I’m ready,” she said. She stepped into his arms and let him lift her into the air.
“Hold tight,” he told her.
Lois closed her eyes as she felt him increase his speed. But once they were flying over the cornfields, she opened her eyes and looked around at the land blurring by. Kal-El smiled down at her.
“Okay?” he asked.
She nodded, feeling a little breathless at being this high in the air.
“Hold me,” she said, clutching his shoulders.
“I would never let you fall, Lois.” His eyes seemed to bore into hers. It was almost as if he could read her very soul.
Slowly, he began to descend into a copse of trees. As Lois’ feet touched the ground, she found herself fighting a wave of dizziness. Kal-El caught her before she could fall.
“It’s all right,” he assured her. “I’m here.”
“Where are we?” she said, once she’d gained her footing and began looking around.
“Smallville. The caves.”
Lois frowned. “What caves?”
Kal-El took her hand. “Come.”
Lois followed him as he walked along the trail and there she saw the mouth of a huge cave. Much of the entry had been covered in brush but Kal-El pushed it aside and led her inside. Lois saw what appeared to be old scaffolding.
“Has someone been working here?” she asked.
“Lionel Luthor,” Kal-El told her. “He was studying the caves. Trying to uncover their mystery.” Kal-El felt in the darkness near the cave wall and picked up a flashlight. Turning it on, he shone the beam onto the walls. “Here. This is what I want to show you.”
Lois stared. There were pictographs along the wall, telling some kind of story.
“What is this?”
“It is the story of Naman. A man who fell from the sky in a rain of fire. Meteors,” he clarified for her. He shone the light on what seemed to be a two-headed monster.
“What’s that?” she asked.
“Naman and Sageeth. They are brothers, and enemies.”
Another pictograph caught her attention. A figure of a woman. “Who’s this?” she asked, stroking the figure with the tips of her fingers.
“The woman Naman is destined to be with.” Kal-El turned her to face him, gently lifting her head and placing almost a chaste kiss on her lips. “She is Lois Lane.”
Lois huffed. “Me?” she said.
“You,” he said softly.
And there it was again. Lois felt a tingle up and down her spine as he looked at her so intently. Her mouth felt dry. All she wanted was for him to kiss her again.
The rational part of her told her that this shouldn’t be happening. She shouldn’t feel this much for someone she had only just met. But there was another part of her that wanted this. Wanted him, and damn the consequences. She ached to be with him, feeling it deep down in her core.
Kal-El took her hand again and led her into the inner chamber. Here she saw what looked like an octagonal shaped indentation in the wall. There seemed to be symbols around it. Strange symbols.
“What are those?” she asked.
“The language of my people.”
“Can you read it? Augh, what am I saying, of course you can read it. What does it say?”
“It is a warning. That those who are not Kryptonian are intruders.”
“Something like ‘Trespassers will be prosecuted’?” Lois chuckled.
“More serious than that,” Kal-El told her. “The last person who dared go up against my father ended up in a coma.”
“Who was that?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
“Your father is in these walls?” Lois asked.
Kal-El shook his head. “My father is dead. As are all my people. I am the last son of Krypton.”
“I don’t understand,” Lois said. “You just said your father ...”
“An avatar, I think you would call it. A mere echo of a man long dead.”
“What happened to Krypton?” she asked.
“It blew up,” he told her simply.
Lois felt a lump in her throat. She knew what it was like to lose a parent. She had no idea what it was like to lose an entire people. No wonder he seemed so odd, so unemotional. He had lost everything.
“I lost my mom when I was six,” she told him softly. “Lung cancer. I’m sorry you lost your ... your people.”
“I have no memory of them,” Kal-El said.
“But still ...”
Kal-El pulled her close. “It is good that you care, Lois. Come.”
“What now?” she asked.
“I must put the stone in safekeeping.”
She watched as he touched the panels on the wall around the indentation. Inhaling sharply, she saw the symbols begin to move and three lights, one red, one blue and one yellow began to glow in the wall. There was the sound of rocks sliding and she stared as a door to a hidden chamber seemed to open.
Kal-El strode forward into the chamber, taking the stone out of his pocket. He approached a stone table and Lois could see a large diamond shape in the middle of it. The stone was placed along one edge of the diamond. He turned and smiled at her.
“It will be safe here. No one but me can open the panel.”
“I’m glad you showed this to me, Kal-El.”
“I would like for you to know more, Lois Lane.”
“I’m ready,” she told him.
“You understand,” he said, going to her and softly caressing her cheek. “I meant what I said last night. You will be my consort. My love. My wife.”
Lois didn’t hesitate. Nothing had ever felt more right than this. Than being with him. She didn’t know why. There was no rhyme or reason. But here, in this cave, in this place that seemed to be as much a part of him as he was a part of its history, she felt a power that was stronger than both of them. And that power told her that they belonged together.
“I understand,” she told him. “And I want that too. For the first time in my life, I know what I want. And this feels so right.” She looked up at him, hazel eyes shining. “I want to bond with you, Kal-El. Make love to me.”
***
Kal-El looked down at his beautiful mate. He ached to be with her, to bond with her, but not here. He pondered the situation. The cave was no place for the bonding. But where could he take her, that was like no other place on Earth? Or a place that was rivalled by her beauty.
“Kal-El?”
She slipped her smaller hand in his, looking up at him confidently. He led her out of the caves, pulling her into his arms and launched himself into the air. There was only one place he knew where he could take her.
It was a short while later that he came to a smooth landing in an isolated clearing near the edge of the Niagara Falls, away from the local tourist spots. Lois stepped away from him to look at the view.
“Kal-El, this is beautiful.”
“It is nothing compared to your beauty, my queen.”
Lois looked at him askance, laughter in her voice. “Okay, that is either the sappiest thing I’ve ever heard, or the most romantic ...”
Kal-El didn’t let her finish. He pulled her into his arms and kissed her deeply until she was breathless. She trembled in his embrace. When they finally split apart she looked up at him, wide-eyed.
“Oh, do that again,” she said.
“You mean this?” he said, pulling her into his embrace once again and covering her mouth with his own. Lois moaned beneath his lips, tightening her arms around his neck.
The Falls were forgotten as he lowered her gently to the ground. She wrapped herself around him, still fully clothed, feeling the hardness of his arousal through the layers. She lost herself in the power of his kiss. Her body no longer belonged to her – it belonged to the man lying on top of her, laying claim to her. Even if she wanted to stop, she knew she couldn’t. She wanted this so much!
His hand moved down to cover her breast, kneading it. She moaned softly, loving the way he quickly brought her to the peak of arousal. Then he pushed her blouse up, one hand deftly undoing the front clasp of her bra. How was it possible he was a virgin when he seemed to know exactly what he was doing, she asked herself. But as his hand touched her heated skin everything else was forgotten.
She whimpered when his mouth left hers and found the hard peak of her nipple. A sharp jolt shuddered through her as he sucked the nipple into his mouth. She carded her fingers through the luxuriant waves of his dark hair, closing her eyes as the sensation went straight to her core. She gasped when he flattened his tongue against the hard bud, mouthing her breast, tracing every inch of her skin until it was wet with his saliva.
She wondered briefly if his saliva was anything like humans, but it was a brief thought and quickly forgotten as he moved on to her other breast, kneading it until her nipple rose into a hard bud.
When his hand moved to the front of her jeans, Lois had a sudden moment of clarity. This was really happening. Should she stop it now? She barely knew him. All she knew was that he wasn’t human. And how did she know he wouldn’t hurt her? He was obviously very different from humans, despite how he looked on the outside.
But another part of her knew he wouldn’t hurt her. He had already made that promise to her. And a small part of her realised that it was too late to back out now. She wanted him. Needed him. Like she had never needed anyone else. She might be only eighteen, but Lois had been forced into adulthood long before she was considered legally an adult. Taking care of her little sister from the moment her mother died had forced her to grow up sooner than she should have. She was used to making adult decisions.
“You are somewhere else,” Kal-El said. She opened her eyes. He had lifted his head, his eyes looking deeply into hers.
“I’m sorry, Kal-El. I was just thinking.”
“Do you want me to stop?”
He was giving her an out. Even though he wanted her and he was clearly very aroused by her. She could feel the evidence of that on her hip, the heat strong even through her jeans.
She thought for another moment.
“Kal-El, you said that Kryptonians bond for life. That they only ever bond with one person. How do you know it’s the right one?”
“You feel it. A connection.”
It was true. She felt this inexplicable connection to him. But there was another concern.
“I’m not a virgin,” she said. “There was this one guy, back in high school. But it was only the once.”
Kal-El shushed her. “It matters not. I understand about human relationships. You see things differently to Kryptonians. But you are here with me now. All these questions. Have you changed your mind?”
“No,” she said, making that quick decision. “I - I want to be with you.”
Kal-El smiled then and she took a deep breath. He was so beautiful when he smiled. She lifted a hand to touch his face, caress the strong line of his jaw.
“You’re beautiful,” she said when he looked at her questioningly.
“No,” he returned, shaking his head. “That is you.”
“Kiss me,” she begged softly.
With a smile he did just that and with his kiss Lois’ final seed of doubt vanished. She closed her eyes again, arching her back as his hand quickly undid the button of her jeans. She could feel his hand trembling as it sought out her entry. She cried out as his finger brushed her clit, sending fire through her veins.
“Kal-El,” she cried out.
Then he was pulling her jeans down, undoing his own pants and laying over her. Lois opened her eyes and looked at him as she felt the blunt head of his cock at her entrance and she clung to him. He was so big she thought she might be split in two. But he was so gentle as he held back on his power, entering her so slowly, easing into her passage. Sweat stood out on his brow and the strain showed on his face. She made him look at her.
“It’s okay,” she said.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t,” she told him, conveying her trust for him in her gaze.
Then he was filling her, thrusting inside her and Lois arched her body, giving in to its demands to feel him close to her. The world seemed to vanish around them and it was almost as if they had flown to the stars as the sensations overwhelmed her. Then the world came sharply into focus with an explosion of sight and sound as she climaxed, body shuddering. Kal-El’s own orgasm followed shortly after and they lay together, panting.
“Wow!” she said finally.
Still flushed and breathless, Kal-El looked down at her, his eyes as green as the lake on a summer’s day. He pressed a gentle kiss to her forehead.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked.
She shook her head. “No, I feel ...I feel like I could fly,” she said joyfully.
She felt a deeper connection with him now. She couldn’t explain it, but Lois just knew that there was a reason for the bonding ritual. As if, by joining with each other, they had sealed the deal.
“You realise now that by Earth law you have to buy me a ring?” she said, then wanted to smack herself for the lame joke.
“I would buy you the moon and stars if I could, my queen.”
Geez, he really was serious about this consort stuff. But Lois was too happy to care. And it seemed her mood was infectious as he laughed with so much joy and happiness in his expression.
“Promise me you will never leave me,” Lois said, her deep set fears coming to the surface. All those times her father had left her behind, choosing his career over his two daughters had made her insecure about relationships.
“I promise I will never leave you,” Kal-El said seriously, stroking her cheek.
“Good,” she said, snuggling against him, loving the protective way he curled his arms around her. She dozed off in his arms, safe and secure.
Lois wasn’t sure how long she slept but she guessed it was some time in the afternoon when she woke. Kal-El still slept beside her and she rolled onto her elbow to look at him. He was an incredibly beautiful man and she felt extremely lucky to have found him.
As she lay there looking at him, he slowly opened his eyes and smiled up at her.
“What are you looking at?” he asked sleepily.
“You. You are so cute when you sleep.”
“Kryptonians are not cute,” he growled in protest. Lois squealed as he rolled her onto her back and attacked her ticklish spots.
“No, no, okay, uncle, uncle.”
Kal-El frowned. “What is this uncle?”
“It’s what we say when we surrender,” she told him.
“Would it not be better to say ‘I surrender’?” he asked.
“But where’s the fun in that?” she countered, laughing. He laughed with her.
It seemed almost odd that he could laugh when he had been so serious before. But she supposed that in some ways she might be rubbing off on him. As if the bond had suddenly given him the humanity he had been so lacking before. Not that he was cold – just oddly detached.
Lois could feel that he was once more aroused. She bit her lower lip, a wicked gleam in her eye.
“Roll over,” she said. “There’s something I want to do for you.”
Kal-El looked at her, puzzled, but obeyed, rolling onto his back. Lois climbed on top, sitting astride him. She leaned down and kissed him, exploring his lips with her tongue, feeling every small imperfection. They were minor, but they were there and they just made him more beautiful to her.
She continued to kiss her way down his body, pulling up his shirt, raking her nails over his nipples until he cried out in sheer pleasure.
“Like that?” she said softly.
“More,” he demanded.
“Oh, don’t worry spaceboy, I’ll give you more.”
He frowned, then chuckled. “I like it,” he said. “Spaceboy.”
Lois cocked an eyebrow at him. “You ain’t seen nothing yet.”
“Are all Earth women like you?” he said admiringly at her take-charge attitude.
“No,” she admitted. “Not all like that.”
“I like it.”
“Good, because there’s more where that came from,” she said, sliding the rest of the way down his body until she was astride his thighs. His cock was rising, the uncut head purple and glistening with pre-cum. Lois licked her lips a little nervously.
“I, uh, have never done this before,” she told Kal-El. She’d seen pictures, but she had never actually given head before. Hey, she was no innocent, but it wasn’t like she had slept around! The one guy she had lost her virginity to had never asked her to try oral sex and he’d never done it to her either.
“You do not have to,” Kal-El told her.
“But I want to,” she answered.
She lowered her head, licking at the little drop of pre-cum. The taste seemed strange in her mouth. Not that she knew what man juices were supposed to taste like anyway, but this was ... exotic. It was the only way she could describe it. Exotic, organic. And addicting. She wanted more.
Reaching out a tentative hand, she touched the thick cock, fingers pushing the foreskin down. More of the pre-cum dropped and she leaned down, licking it again, then closed her mouth over the head, sucking briefly. Kal-El made an inarticulate sound in his throat. Okay, must be doing something right, she thought.
Growing bolder, she opened her mouth wider, taking more of him in, enclosing the rest of his shaft with her small hand. She wasn’t sure she could deep throat him just yet, but Kal-El didn’t seem to mind that she couldn’t go much further. She flattened her tongue against him, feeling his pulse throbbing beneath her. Kal-El made another garbled sound and he reached for her, his hand latching onto her hair. But even in his aroused state, he seemed to realise this and he let go, seeking out another part of her.
His hips bucked and Lois guessed he tried to call out a warning, just as warm, salty liquid gushed in her mouth. She almost choked on it, but fought the urge, swallowing as much as she could, knowing the rest would splatter on the ground around her.
Panting, Kal-El sat up and pulled her into his arms.
“You are amazing, Lois,” he said softly, kissing her. He frowned slightly at the taste, but continued kissing her. Lois realised he had never tasted his own cum. But none of it mattered as they each became lost in the intimacy of that kiss.
Kal-El rolled her onto her back and lifted his head.
“You have done something wonderful for me, now I would like to do the same for you.”
“Kal-El,” she said, eyes shining. “You don’t have to.”
“I want to,” he said simply. “Lie back and close your eyes. Just feel.”
Feel. She could do that. Lois did as he instructed, enjoying the sensations of his mouth on her body as it slowly travelled down. As his mouth brushed over her pubes she had the momentary thought that she was glad she had waxed before coming to Smallville.
She thought she was ready for this, but she screamed when he licked her clit. God, the sensation was incredible! She clutched at handfuls of the grass beneath her as his mouth began its assault on her sex. As his confidence grew she felt herself growing wetter and wetter in response. Before long she was babbling his name, barely coherent as his tongue thrust inside her. Then he was pressing his thumb to her clit, massaging it, his movements speeding up until Lois couldn’t hold back any longer and she came hard.
When she opened her eyes, he was leaning above her. She reached out her arms to him, pulling him down, kissing him. She could feel that he was hard again – his cock pressing against her belly. Moving one hand down between them, she guided him inside her, crying out as they joined together once more.
It was dark when she woke again. This time, it was Kal-El watching her. He ran his finger over her nose and she turned her head.
“That tickles,” she said. “What time is it?” She sat up and dug in her jeans for her phone, checking the time. It was nearly midnight. Maggie had sent a couple of texts, checking up on her, and she sent a text back telling her friend that she was okay.
Kal-El was watching her.
“Do you want to go back?” he asked.
Lois smiled at him. “I wish we could stay here forever, but Maggie would worry about me. And my father might not like it.”
“This is the man who is a general? He commands your army?”
“One part of it,” she told Kal-El.
“Then we must go. We must not displease your father.”
Lois frowned. “Why? I’ve taken care of myself ever since my Mom died. He won’t care where I am.”
“Still, it is not a good thing to disobey one’s father,” Kal-El told her.
Now she understood. Kryptonians must have strict rules about obeying parents. But surely, since they were now technically married by Kryptonian law, they were free of that obligation?
“A father’s word is law,” he said, shaking his head. He handed her clothes to her and she dressed quickly, still a little surprised that no one had found them here. The Falls were a popular tourist destination, as well as being one of the most romantic spots in the world.
It seemed like only minutes later that he touched down in the parking lot of the apartment building where Maggie lived. Then he made to fly off.
“Wait,” Lois said. “Don’t you want to stay with me?”
“More than life itself,” he told her seriously. “But I must begin my search for the other stones. I must return to the home of my childhood but I will come back for you, I promise. We will search together.”
But Lois had forgotten something else in the excitement of meeting Kal-El. Something just as important.
“I want to, Kal-El. But I need to do something else. I need to find out what happened to my cousin.”
Kal-El looked puzzled. “Your cousin?”
“She was murdered,” Lois told him. “I have to know.”
Kal-El smiled gently. “Then I will help you with your quest, if you will help me with mine.”
Lois smiled back. “It’s a deal.” She let him pull her into his arms as he kissed her goodbye.
***
Kal-El hadn’t wanted to leave her. Even now the bond was pulling him back to her. But he also felt a pull toward the home where he had spent his childhood. As if the ghost of something was calling him back. It was not his home now and would never be again. Nevertheless, he needed to go.
As he landed in the yard, he could see the house was quiet. Dark. He turned away from the dark building and strode to the barn. Last time he had seen what he needed, it was here. Opening the door, ignoring the creak of the old hinges, he scanned using his x-ray vision. It had once nestled in the metal toolbox, but it wasn’t there now.
He had to find the key. He just couldn’t remember what had happened to it. He was so sure that Jonathan Kent must have found it after it had vanished in the caves. But he couldn’t ask the farmer, who was lying in a coma in the hospital. That much his father had told him.
Kal-El began turning the barn upside down, cursing Jonathan Kent for his human stupidity. If Jonathan hadn’t gone down to the caves in the first place and taken the key with him, it would never have vanished.
He picked up a framed photograph of Jonathan Kent, which had been sitting on the desk in the loft. He stared at it for a long moment.
“Clark?”
He turned and faced Martha Kent. He realised she must have heard him ferreting around out here and had come to investigate. She was holding a shotgun.
“Oh Clark,” she said, letting the gun fall and going to him. He pulled himself away from her embrace.
“Clark Kent is dead,” he told her coldly. “Where is the key, Martha Kent?”
“Key? That’s all you came back for? The key is gone, Clark.”
“I am not Clark.”
“You are my son,” she told him sternly.
“You are not my mother,” he told her.
Martha grabbed his arm and pulled him around to face her. “You are my son, Clark Jerome Kent. What has gotten into you? Where have you been the last three months.”
“Learning my destiny. Now I must fulfil it.”
She stared at him, incredulous. “Destiny! That’s Jor-El talking. He did this to you.” She pounded ineffectually on his chest. “I want my son back,” she said, but it was almost as if she was talking to the ghost of Jor-El, rather than Kal-El himself. “Give me my son back.”
“Clark Kent is dead,” he told her, his words dripping like ice off his tongue. “And unless you tell me where the key is, you will join him.”
Kal-El had to admire the human woman. She showed no fear as she looked at him, equally as cold.
“Then you’ll have to kill me,” she said. “Your father too. Because we don’t know where the key is. It vanished.”
Kal-El pushed past her. She spoke the truth. The key had vanished. He must go to Jor-El and try to uncover the truth of the key’s disappearance. She was nothing to him. He would not waste any more time on her.
Kal-El flew into the air, ignoring the shocked gasp of the redheaded human. He would discover the whereabouts of the key and return to his consort and together they would continue his quest. A small smile played upon his lips as he thought of the things he would do with her once he had what he wanted.
***
Lois didn’t know when Kal-El would return and she wanted to get a head-start on finding out what had happened to Chloe. There was only one place she could go, since Chloe’s last message had been for Clark Kent. The other night she had tried to find the farmhouse in the dark, relying on the directions of inept operators who couldn’t find their way out of their asses. This time she was smart, going into town first and asking for directions from one of the local stores. She noticed a coffee shop that was boarded up and wondered what had happened.
Half an hour later found her driving down the dusty driveway to the yellow farmhouse. She stepped up to the porch, hearing a woman speaking on the phone.
“Listen, I don’t care if he’s unavailable. I need to talk to him. Tell him it’s about my son. No, listen to me. Just give him the message that Clark is in danger and I need his help. Just tell him that Kal-El has Clark. He’ll understand.”
Lois frowned. Kal-El had Clark Kent? He hadn’t mentioned anything about that. And surely he wouldn’t have done anything like kidnapping. Not the man who had made love to her only yesterday.
She knocked tentatively. The woman put the phone down and looked at her, frowning.
“Yes?”
“Mrs Kent?” The woman nodded and opened the screen door.
“What can I do for you?” she asked.
“Oh, I’m Lois,” she said, bounding inside, her ponytail flying. “Lois Lane. I was hoping to talk to your son, Clark.”
“Well, Clark isn’t here right now,” Martha Kent said, her eyes darting nervously.
“I guessed that.”
“Why do you need to see Clark?”
“Well, I thought he could help me. See, he knew my cousin. Chloe Sullivan.”
Martha looked grieved. “I’m so sorry for your loss.”
Lois shrugged. “I really need to find out what happened to her, and I was hoping Clark could help me with that. She deserves justice, you know? The FBI closed the inquest last week and they’re ruling the explosion an accident. I mean, hello? It’s a safe house. How many accidental gas explosions have you heard of in ‘safe houses’,” she said, using air quotes to emphasise it.
She sighed. “In two weeks, Lionel Luthor’s going to walk free and Chloe’s death will have been for nothing.” She glanced around, hoping to find some clue as to what Martha had been saying on the phone. “Is Clark going to be home soon?”
“I’m not sure,” Martha said, sounding on edge. “But give me your phone number and I can have him call you when he returns.”
Lois peered at the woman. Chloe had left copious notes about the case, including various facts and figures on Lionel himself. And she remembered that Martha Kent had worked briefly for the elder Luthor.
“You used to work for Lionel? I’ve been trying to get in to see him, but he keeps refusing. Any advice?”
“Stay away,” Martha said firmly, leaving Lois in no doubt that she meant every word. Lois knew Lionel was dangerous, but she couldn’t help herself. “You really don’t want to get pulled into Lionel’s web.”
Lois nodded. She continued to glance around and spotted something on the fridge. She inched away from Martha, who seemed to be subtly trying to stop her going any further, and grabbed the photograph off the fridge. It was of Martha, a blonde man, who had to be Jonathan Kent, and Kal-El! He looked younger in the photo and was smiling broadly.
“That’s Clark,” Martha said, before Lois could ask.
Lois frowned. Had she misheard something Martha had said? Because Kal-El was Clark! Suddenly she had the urge to leave. To go and find Kal-El and find out what the hell was going on.
“Uh, well, I ... “ She wrote down her cellphone number on the pad on the counter. “If you hear from Clark, have him call me,” she said, handing Martha the photo.
“I will. Goodbye, Lois.”
“”Bye.”
Lois left the farmhouse, racking her brains. Since Kal-El had flown them to the caves, she had no idea where they were. She called Maggie who told her that Kal-El hadn’t been by.
“Listen, Mags, do you know anything about some Kawatche caves?”
Maggie’s voice crackled on the other end. “A little. Why?”
“I need to find them.”
“Sorry, honey. I don’t know where they are.”
Lois sighed. “That’s okay. Thanks anyway. I guess I’ll just go back into town and ask around.”
Doing just that, Lois managed to get a crude map drawn up. She drove to the location and left the car on the side of the road, walking through the brush to the caves.
As she walked down to the entrance, she heard voices in the cave.
“I cannot locate the key, father.”
“The key is vital to your destiny, Kal-El. It will help you locate the remaining stones. Only then will you be able to create the receptacle of knowledge.”
“And what of Martha Kent? Both she and Jonathan Kent have tried to keep me from my destiny.”
“Martha Kent is no longer your concern, Kal-El.”
Lois could hear the smile in Kal-El’s voice as he spoke.
“Then once I find the stones, there will be nothing standing between me and ruling this planet. With my consort.”
“You have found the one, then, Kal-El?”
“Yes, father. And she is beautiful. I knew the moment I met her she would be mine.”
“You have bonded. That is good news, my son.”
Lois was reeling. Kal-El was sent to rule? But Kal-El was Clark Kent. And was she supposed to rule at his side? She was confused. Dizzy. She stumbled, wanting to turn and go back outside. But Kal-El must have picked up the movement and he was by her side in an instant.
“Lois,” he said, joy in his voice.
“Kal-El, I don’t understand. What’s this about ruling the planet?”
“That is my destiny. That is the reason I was sent here.”
“What is this, some kind of Independence Day crap? What happens to the people?”
“You need not concern yourself with them, Lois. As my consort, you will be their queen.”
Lois tried to push him away. “Maybe I don’t want to be a queen. Kal-El, you can’t just take over the planet. That’s just ... wrong.”
“Humans are destroying this planet by their own stupidity.” Kal-El frowned. “Lois, I am saving them.”
“You save them by teaching them, not by conquering them,” she told him. “I won’t be a part of this.”
“It is too late to change your mind, Lois. We have bonded. By Kryptonian law, we are married.”
“I don’t care about Kryptonian law,” she snapped. “And on Earth, they have this little thing called a divorce.”
Kal-El grabbed her, kissing her forcefully. Lois struggled against him.
“Let go of me. You’re hurting me.”
“You cannot leave me,” he told her. “You are bonded to me.”
“No,” she screamed at him. “I don’t want this. Just stay away from me you creep.”
Somehow, Lois managed to get away from him, running back along the path she had taken, managing to hold off the tears until she was safely in the car. She knew, somehow, that he wouldn’t come after her. She didn’t know how. But it was like her heart had been pierced by a thousand knives.
She made it back to the base without incident, which surprised her, since she was crying so hard. She fell into Maggie’s arms, crying harder than ever.
***
Kal-El had watched her go, but did nothing. He turned back to talk to Jor-El. Together they would have to solve the mystery of the missing key. But as he started to walk back into the hidden chamber, he heard footsteps. He turned, hoping it was Lois, but growling in annoyance when he saw it was Martha Kent.
“You should not have come here, Martha Kent.”
Martha was carrying what looked like a lead box. Kal-El confirmed it when he tried to x-ray the box. He hissed in pain when she took out a small rock and pressed it to his chest.
“Clark, if you’re still in there, I love you.”
“No,” Kal-El screamed, fighting the waves of pain and nausea. And something else. It felt as if he was splitting in two. Then he was split in two as the personage of Clark Kent seemed to erupt from his chest.
Clark fought, looking toward his mother. Trapped inside the body of Kal-El, he had been helpless, forced to watch Kal-El be so cold and callous toward the only mother he’d ever known. He’d feared for her, just as he’d feared for Lois a few moments earlier.
“Moom!” he cried out, reaching out for her. But Kal-El had him by the throat and his cries were quickly cut off.
“Clark!” Martha called, her love urging him to fight harder.
“Humanity has made you weak,” Kal-El sneered.
Clark fought harder, spinning around and around, caught in Kal-El’s strong grip. But Kal-El had it wrong. Humanity made him stronger. Love made him stronger. He thought of Martha, and his father, and of Lois. And suddenly Kal-El was gone. Shirtless, Clark collapsed to the cave floor, panting. He felt Martha’s arms go around him and pull his head into her lap.
“Clark,” she said softly.
“It’s me, Mom,” he said, smiling weakly. “I’m back.”
After a few minutes, he had the strength to get up and return with her to the farmhouse. He changed his clothes, determined to find Lois. Explain everything to her. But then Martha came up the stairs, shouting joyfully.
“Mom?”
“It’s your father. He’s awake!”
Clark was torn. Lois would have to wait, he decided. She probably needed some time to calm down.
The reunion with his father was just as joyful as he’d hoped. He watched his parents hug each other. Part of him wanted to tell them about Lois. He felt sure that, once he sorted it out with Lois, he was going to have the same relationship with Lois that his parents had. But he said nothing. He wanted to keep this to himself for a little while.
Clark wasn’t sure he believed in love at first sight. He had known Lana for as long as he had lived at the farm, and thought he had loved her. But his feelings for Lana paled in comparison to what he felt for a girl he’d barely known two days. Two wonderful, amazing days. Okay, so there was the whole Kal-El thing, but it hadn’t been Kal-El who had felt those feelings, who had made love to her. It had been him. Clark.
Kal-El was all about power. About conquering. Yes, he’d wanted Lois too. As his consort. As his queen. As a vessel – to continue the El bloodline. But Kal-El, devoid of humanity, knew nothing about love. So when he’d laughed happily, it had been as himself. As Clark.
Jonathan was looking at him.
“Something on your mind son?”
Yeah, a beautiful girl named Lois, he thought. But he said none of that.
“What did the doctor say?” he asked.
“That your father is a walking, breathing miracle. And that’s thanks to you,” he smiled.
Clark shook his head. “No, the real hero’s Mom. If it wasn’t for her, I’d still be Kal-El.”
Jonathan frowned. “Son ... do you remember anything that happened after you got pulled into that wall?”
Clark shook his head again. “I just remember the last couple of days. Even that’s a little jumbled,” he lied. Oh he remembered all right. He remembered everything about those two days.
***
Lois decided she was going to forget Kal-El. She was going to focus on the reason she’d come here in the first place. Which was to get justice for Chloe.
She walked in to the cell block at the prison where Lionel Luthor was being held. Lionel had agreed to see her. Well, actually, he’d agreed to see Martha Kent. Lois figured a little white lie wouldn’t hurt.
Lionel stared at her from behind the wire.
“You’re not Martha Kent.”
“Would you have seen me if I’d said I was Lois Lane?”
He studied her as she put her hand through the wire. “Lois Lane. Of course. Chloe Sullivan’s cousin. Such a loss.” He peered closer. “You bite your nails, bad girl.”
Yeah, I’m the epitome of a badass, she thought.
“But getting through the door doesn’t mean I’ll talk to you. Guard!” he called.
“I don’t believe that safe-house explosion was an accident.”
Lionel huffed. “Of course you don’t. You believe I’m responsible.” He tried to take on the long-suffering expression of a man who was innocent of the crimes he was accused of.
Lois shook her head. “No,” she said thoughtfully. “A stunt like that is ... thuggish and obvious. It smacks of desperation.” She looked him over. “All the things you aren’t,” she said coolly.
But despite her cool demeanour, Lois was seething inside. What she wouldn’t give to be able to strangle the man before her. Make him pay for the death of her cousin. As the conversation continued, she decided she hated this man with every core of her being. And she would fight with her last breath to make sure he paid dearly for what he’d done.
Back from the prison, she decided to visit Chloe’s grave.
“I’m sorry, Chlo,” she said. “I’m sorry it took me so long to get here. It’s just ... I hate funerals. Well, you know why. The last time was my mom and ... oh god, Chlo. This is so unfair. It’s so not right. And I swear I’m going to find out who did this to you. Even if I have to do it alone.”
“You’re not alone.”
Lois turned, startled to hear his voice. She glared at him, getting up.
“Stay away from me, Kal-El.”
“No, Lois. Not until you hear what I have to say.”
Lois started to walk away. But he stopped her, standing in front of her, grasping her arms.
“I’ll scream,” she warned.
“Lois, please, listen. I know he hurt you, but I can explain if you’ll just let me.”
“He?” Lois echoed. “What are you talking about?”
“It’s me. Clark. Kal-El’s gone. Well, not gone, but ... I promise, I’m not like him.”
“I don’t understand. Leave me alone, Kal-El, or Clark, or whatever the hell you want to call yourself now.”
“I can’t. Lois, don’t you feel it? The bond? Even now it’s calling out to me and I can’t keep away from you. I let you have a day to calm down, but no more. Lois, please!”
Lois struggled.
“I don’t know. I can’t ...”
But the bond was calling out to her too and she needed him as much as she could see he needed her from the expression on his face.
“I’m so confused,” she said. “I don’t understand.”
“Understand this,” he said, kissing her softly.
The kiss broke her resolve and she flung her arms around his neck. He lowered her to the ground and they sat there, kissing for a long time. Finally, they broke apart. Lois’ eyes were shining with unshed tears as she looked at him.
“You’re really Clark?” she asked.
“I’m really Clark,” he smiled. “And I know it sounds crazy. But I love you, Lois. You’re all I can think about.”
“You’re all I can think about too.” She smiled back. “And you’re not crazy. Although I was beginning to think I was for a while there.”
Clark pulled her up. He glanced over to Chloe’s grave, x-raying it.
“Lois, there’s no body.”
Lois frowned at him. “What?”
“Chloe’s not in her grave.”
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