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A Summer In Love	By : Winchesters1967 Category: Smallville > Het - Male/Female Views: 1892 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Cassie rushed through the corridors of the base towards her quarters, and as soon as she entered her room she slammed the door shut behind her. She leaned her back against the door, breathing heavily, and tried to squelch the multitude of thoughts that were passing through her mind.
This couldn’t be happening.
Two weeks. Two weeks ago, her life had seemed so mundane—so simple—so normal, but now, now it was in complete and utter turmoil, and has been ever since her best friend left.
Lois left two weeks ago. At first, it seemed that everything was going to remain the same, aside from the rumor mills and The General’s newfound attitude, but she was wrong, ever since she left everything had turned to hell, and she knew that it was only going to get worse as the days rolled by.
A few days after she ran away is when things began to change.
There wasn’t a single soldier or civilian that wasn’t talking about Lois’ grand disappearance. The soldiers, especially the ones who were with her in the pub that night were spreading rumors about the truth of how, why, and where she disappeared to.
It was aggravating as hell, she thought.
They didn’t know the truth of why she felt the need to leave, she did, she knew Lois better than anyone, including her own father, and she was absolutely tired of people putting in their two cents. It was none of their damn business! They didn’t know or understand what she has dealt with for most of her life, she did, and she couldn’t be even more prouder of her for doing what she believed was the right thing for her to do, even if it was making her life practically unbearable.
The General was being secretive, more so than usual, and it was making her nervous—anxious, and concerned.
Nervous of what he has already done or set into motion.
Anxious of what he was planning on doing.
Concerned for the well-being of her best friend.
He was always locked up in his office or quarters, doing and planning god knows what, and only showed his presence when it was absolutely necessary. Anyone who didn’t know him would suggest that he was mourning from his daughter’ disappearance, but she did know him, and he wasn’t mourning, she knew that for a fact, no, he was planning something—plotting a way to find Lois and bring her back.
There were now more soldiers guarding the front gates to the base, before there were two who controlled who entered and left, but now there were five soldiers guarding the gates. It was like he was preparing for World War III, which wouldn’t be too far off the mark once he found Lois, she thought.
It made absolutely no sense why he would do such a thing. How did guarding the gates to an extreme level, which has stopped people from even leaving the base, help him find Lois? She didn’t know, but she figured, that maybe he was setting up changes for when Lois did return. He was trying to make sure she would never leave again, which, of course, would only piss her off even more so than she would already be.
Wes, on the other hand, had been conventionally missing from her life ever since Lois left, and that was just plain weird. She used to see him—talk to him three to four times a day, but now, it was like she didn’t even exist in his eyes, which was unlike him. He liked her, she knew it, the feeling was obviously mutual, but now it was like he wanted nothing to do with her, and that hurt. She had only seen him once or twice in the past two weeks, and that was when he was leaving The General’s office. It wasn’t odd or unusual, but she had a feeling deep in her gut that something was going on. Something was definitely amiss.
It had to be about Lois’ vanishing act. It just had to be. There was no other explanation. The General being secretive. Wes being AWOL from her life. It was all connected. She wasn’t naïve enough to believe that it was just a coincidence that all these things were happening right after Lois had run away.
Everything was changing, and would continue to do so, but that’s not what was making her life a living hell. It was something that she had realized a few days ago.
She was being followed.
She wasn’t sure who, but someone was watching her every movement—her every breath, and it had to be someone in close contact with The General.
It was about Lois. She knew it. Everything has changed since she left, and this was just the topper to all the reasons why her life had become complete hell.
She slowly walked over to her bed, collapsed onto the soft, plush sheets, and softly closed her eyes.
She missed her…terribly.
None of this would be happening if she was still here. She wouldn’t be looking over her shoulder every time she got that queasy feeling. She wouldn’t be dealing with The General’s antics. She wouldn’t have to listen to people talk about Lois day in and day out. It was so different without her best friend by her side, but she understood why Lois did what she did.
Even so, she still missed her, and would continue to do so until she saw her fiery best friend again.
She hoped that she was getting everything she had dreamed of for most of her life. She hoped that she was accomplishing what she wanted in the first place. She hoped that she was happy. She hoped that she was enjoying her newfound freedom.
Her eyes snapped open, as a thought crossed her mind—a mind that was running at a mile a minute, and it made perfect sense. It explained everything that was happening. She was being followed—being watched probably ever since The General interrogated her.
She shot out of her bed, and began pacing back and forth.
He was having her followed!
Why? She didn’t know anything about where she went or where she was even planning on going so, why would he be having someone follow her? Did he think she knew something? Did he think that she would somehow lead him to Lois?
She scoffed. Yeah, over my dead body, she thought.
There was no way in hell that she would allow him to use her to find Lois. Nope! No way in hell! She would protect her best friend until she took her last breath. She would not jeopardize everything that Lois had been trying, and successfully achieving. If she wanted to be free, then she would do everything in her power to make sure she continued to stay that way, even if she desperately wanted her back in her life.
She quickly jumped out of bed, and left her room. She didn’t know how she was going to do it, but she was going to. She couldn’t confront The General, that would get her absolutely nowhere, but first things first, she needed to find out who was following her. They would give her the answers she needed in order to protect Lois, and if they didn’t then she would force them to tell her what she wanted to know.
She smirked. She wasn’t Lois’ best friend for no reason. She had learned quite a few things from her, and in this case, they would prove to be quite beneficial.
Cassie Marie Jones walked down the corridor, like a woman on a mission—a mission she fully intended on accomplishing. She would get the answers she needed—wanted for Lois’ sake.
Clark walked into the café, and stopped dead in his tracks, as his eyes roamed around the room looking—searching for one person. Lois. He sighed, when he saw her sitting in a booth across the room—the same booth they sat at every morning.
He grinned from ear to ear, as memories of the past three days flooded his mind, consumed his heart, and filled his insides with an unexplainable feeling that he only felt when was thinking about her—talking to her—spending time with her.
It had been the best three days of his life.
Ever since he first saw her again three days ago, they had spent every waking moment together, and he couldn’t wait to spend even more time with her. Before she rolled back into his life, he had no reason to get up every day—he had no reason to be happy—to even smile. Now, every morning when he wakes up, he wakes up with a smile on his face, knowing that he would be spending his entire day with her, and within thirty minutes he would be showered, dressed, and heading to have breakfast with her.
They had done so, so many things together in such a short amount of time, but he would do it all over again, as long as he got to do them with her. He would never, ever become bored of tired of spending time with her. Lois Lane could never be boring or bland. She was the complete opposite. She just made everything so, so much better—so much lighter—so much brighter.
Every night, they would have dinner together, whether it be the café or a nice restaurant, and afterwards they would drink coffee, as he walked her back to her hotel, which was conventionally the same hotel he was staying in, and that’s where he would say goodnight to her.
He frowned.
He hated that part of the night. He despised it because he couldn’t spend any more time with her—he couldn’t look upon her beautiful face—he couldn’t gaze into her dazzling hazel eyes—he just couldn’t be with her. After leaving her, he would lay in his bed for hours, reliving their day over and over again, the smile never leaving his face before he allowed sleep to consume him.
His eyes swept over her figure. He felt like he couldn’t breathe, as the air escaped his lungs, just like it did every single time he saw her. She was absolutely the most beautiful woman he has ever laid his eyes on, and he got to spend every single day with her. He grinned even wider, as that thought filled his insides with utter happiness.
He didn’t know or understand what it was about her that made him feel like this, but for some reason he couldn’t explain, he felt such a strong connection with her, and he never wanted it to disappear. He wanted to spend every day with her. He wanted to get to know who she was as a person. He wanted to spend every night with her. He just wanted her. He knew he shouldn’t feel this way about her, but he couldn’t help it, she made him feel things. She made him feel like they could do anything together.
She made him feel whole—complete—alive.
It was irrational.
It wasn’t logical.
But, it felt right, and he knew deep inside that it would always feel right with her. He wanted this, more than he’s ever wanted anything ever before, and intended on staying with her—spending time with her—being with her.
He quickly shook his thoughts away, as he started to walk over to her, and smiled at what he saw. She was drinking her coffee, eating her maple donut, and reading a newspaper. She did this every single morning. He would never tire of seeing this—seeing her every morning. He leaned close to her ear, and whispered, “Good morning.”
Lois, who was too focused on enjoying her coffee, donut, and daily newspaper didn’t even hear or feel him until he whispered into her ear, his breath lingering on the side of her neck. She practically jumped out of her chair, her hands instinctively covering her chest, as her heart jumped frantically in her chest.
He laughed, as he walked around the table, and sat down across from her.
She glared. “Jesus, Clark! Haven’t we talked about this before? I swear, one of these days you’re going to give me a damn heart attack! You need to wear a bell or something!”
He continued to laugh, at her reaction, and shrugged his shoulders.
She glared, even more so. He thought this was hilarious. It wasn’t funny. He had made it a habit of scaring the living shit out of her for the past few days, not including the first time he did it on the side of the road when they first met. She couldn’t help but chuckle, at his obvious amusement. She could never stay mad at him for too long. It was physically impossible. But, honestly, who could deny that perfect handsome face, especially when he smiled?
“So, I see you have ordered breakfast without me…again…”
She smiled even more so, and shrugged her shoulders, as she took another bite of her donut.
He groaned, playfully, as he stood up, “What am I going to do with you?” She just smiled sweetly at him, which made him roll his eyes. He walked over to the service counter. “Hey, Joslyn.”
She looked up at him, and smiled. She hadn’t seen him so happy since he arrived here, and some part of her wanted to believe that it was because of her. “Hey, Clark! I’ll get your order ready.”
“Uh, actually, can I get some maple donuts and a coffee?”
She frowned, slightly. “Okay. Um, what’s with the change this morning?”
He looked over at Lois. “No reason.”
She followed his gaze, and sighed. She had seen him with her every morning for the past few days, and she couldn’t help but feel jealous over the girl that spent all her time with such an amazing man. “So, who’s the girl you’ve been hanging out with lately?” She tried not to let her disdain show, but heard the croak in her own voice.
He looked back at her, and couldn’t stop the smile that spread over his features. “Oh. Um, that’s Lois. I met her a few weeks ago, and we just happen to be in the same town.”
She nodded. “You seem quite fond of her.”
He narrowed his eyes, slightly. Was that jealousy? No, that wasn’t possible. Why would she be jealous? He didn’t even know her. He disregarded that, as he thought about how fond he really was over her, and smiled. “Yeah. I am, um, she’s pretty amazing.”
He didn’t notice the way Joslyn’ eyes glared at Lois, practically burning holes into the back of her head. He grabbed his order, paid for it, and walked back over to Lois. They ate their breakfast in contented silence. Once they were done, he slightly tilted his head to one side, “So, what do you have planned for us today?”
She practically spit out the coffee she was drinking, and looked up at him. “What?”
He chuckled, shaking his head. “Lois…For the past three days I have shown you everything there is in this town, I have suggested what we should do, where we should eat, and now, now it’s your turn.”
She shook her head, vehemently. “Me? Why should I do it? You know this town better than me, and besides I doubt you have showed me everything.”
He scoffed. “Really? Let me think about this.” He placed his hand on his chin, pretending to think. “We have been on tourist buses, trains, and boats. We have been whitewater rafting. We have went hiking, multiple times I might add. I have showed you almost every scenery outlook there is. So, yes, we have done almost everything there is to do here. And I picked out all of those things, by the way, and it has nothing to do with how much I know about this town, which isn’t much so, what’s it going to be? We are not leaving this table until you make a decision.”
She smirked, leaning closer to him. “Is that a threat, Mr. Kent? You can’t make me do anything.”
He grinned, folding his hands, and resting his chin atop them. “I wouldn’t be so sure about that, Miss Lane.”
She groaned. She forgot about his abilities. Why did he always use that against her? She knew he would never do anything to hurt her, but he would definitely outsmart her with the knowledge that he could beat her at anything. She glared. “You’re an ass, you know that?”
He grinned, even wider, and completely ignored that comment. “I’m waiting…What are we doing today, Lois?”
She sighed. She knew she would never get out of this one. He would badger her and badger her until she gave in. She thought for a few seconds, and realized that in a matter of three days, they had done a lot of things. An idea popped into her head, and she smiled. She had been wanting to go there since she first heard about it. “Uh, what about The Stanley Hotel? I’ve heard some good things about it.”
He frowned. “Are you talking about that fancy red and white hotel up the hill from here?”
She nodded.
Why the hell would she want to go there for? He narrowed his eyes at her. “Why do you want to go there?”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I don’t know. I’ve heard some people talking about it, and that it’s the number one tourist site in this town. I guess it’s rumored to be haunted.” She scoffed, softly rolling her eyes, “But, I don’t buy that for a second.” She looked up at him, “So? Do you want to go?”
He really didn’t see the point of visiting some random hotel, but didn’t see the harm in it, and besides he couldn’t help but want to tease her just a little bit. He leaned back in his chair. “Oh, I don’t know. I mean, it’s just a hotel, but I think that the only reason you want me to come along is because your scared.”
She glared. “I’m not scared. Lanes don’t get scared. We do happy. We do sad, but definitely not scared.”
He smirked, as he sneaked his hand under the table, and grabbed her ankle. “You’re scared that the little ghosts are gonna come out and getcha!”
She yelped, startled when he grabbed her ankle, and then glared at him. She threw her empty coffee cup at him. “Don’t do that!”
He laughed.
She glared, harder than before.
He smirked, enjoying teasing her…immensely. “Oh, come on, Lois. Admit it. You’re scared, and the only reason you want me there is, so I can protect you.” He knew that comment would irritate the living shit out of her.
She huffed. “I. Am. Not. Scared.”
He nodded. “Sure, you aren’t.”
She rolled her eyes at him. He was completely unbelievable, she thought. She pointed her finger at him. “It’s the truth, and by the way mister, that was twice in less than an hour that you’ve startled me this morning. What is with you today?”
He shrugged his shoulders. “I’m just in a good mood, and it is so, so much fun riling you up.”
She rolled her eyes. She would get him back if it was the last thing she did.
He quickly stood up. “So? Are you coming or not, scaredy cat?”
She was done, completely and utterly fed up with his antics this morning. “That’s it!” She growled at him, before jumping from the table, and chased him out the café. They both couldn’t stop laughing the entire way.
A few hours later, they were walking side by side through the grounds of The Stanley Hotel, and were astounded by the beauty that surrounded them. It was like nothing either of them had ever seen before.
They had walked throughout most of the massive hotel, including the two-side buildings, just enjoying the scenery, but they mostly enjoyed the things they had learned. At first, they had decided that they just wanted to walk around and enjoy themselves, but within five minutes of being here they were invited to join the tourist ghost tour. It was educational. It was fun, but most of all, it was a thrilling experience. They had learned about the history of the buildings, and why, when and how they came to be haunted. Lois was skeptical, of course, but Clark on the other hand couldn’t stop himself from teasing her even more than he already was, which caused Lois to continuously roll her eyes throughout the entire tour.
The most profound story that had captured both of their attention was about a maid who had lived and worked there her entire life. One day, she was in her room, room 217 when a gas chamber exploded and put her in the hospital for weeks. It was believed that it was caused from supernatural occurrences, which both of them doubted, but even after her experience she decided to stay there, and even died there. It was rumored that she was the ‘spirit’ that haunted that room, and it was the most visited room in the hotel.
Afterwards, they had snuck upstairs to the hotel rooms, even though it was prohibited, but that was the fun of it. They walked through all four levels, and even read the plaques that were nailed to each supposedly haunted room, and even gave a description about the ‘spirits’ that resided in and haunted the rooms. On the fourth floor, which was where the children ‘spirits’ resided, there was a white door, leading to what probably used to be an attic, and the words, ‘REDRUM’ were written on it in red paint. They both had chuckled, remembering from their tour that this hotel was the inspiration for a movie called, ‘The Shining’ a movie neither of them had bothered watching, but were now intrigued to watch.
After laughing, joking, and making fun of the ghost stories they had made their way back outside, where they found a small maze directly in front of the hotel, and walked through it. They walked through the grounds, mesmerized by everything they had seen, heard, and learned until they came across a small white bench, and sat down.
They watched as people rushed back and forth holding flowers, decorations, and prepared for what looked like a wedding. It was beautiful here, and seemed like the perfect place for a wedding, especially for tourists.
Lois looked over at him, after a few minutes of contended silence. “It’s beautiful here, isn’t it?”
He nodded. “Yeah, it really is. I can’t believe they actually do weddings here.”
She smirked, hearing the confusion in his voice. “What’s wrong Clark? Don’t think it’s romantic enough or do you just not like weddings or marriage altogether?”
He grinned, as he turned to look at her. “No. It’s not that. I think it’s very romantic, and probably very expensive too, but I don’t know, I just don’t think I could see myself getting married in a place like this, you know?”
She cocked a brow at him. “Really? Why not? What’s there not to like? A beautiful town with beautiful scenery, and it’s outside.” She studied him for a second. “Ah, I see, let me guess you’ve always pictured your wedding to be in a barn or something?” She rolled her eyes, “So romantic.”
He chuckled. “No, not in a barn, but probably a church or something.”
She smirked. “So, you have thought about getting married one day.”
He shrugged his shoulders. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I’ve thought about it before, and one day I’d like to find a beautiful woman, marry her, and have children with her, but it’s not something I really like to think about, unlike you woman who dream about the day you’ll walk down the aisle.”
She scoffed, and glared at him, playfully. “I don’t.” He gave her a questioning look. “I’m serious. I’ve never thought about my wedding day, wedding dress, or anything wedding related, especially not the man I’d imagine marrying. I just don’t see marriage in the future for me.”
He frowned. “Why would you say that? Everyone should want to get married at least some time in their lives.”
She shrugged her shoulders. “I never said I didn’t want to, one day, but honestly my life is way too complicated. I want to travel. I want to go to college. I want to build a career as a journalist one day so, marriage is the last thing on my mind, besides I highly doubt that if I ever wanted to any guy could handle my brash personality, my lifestyle, and I’m just too high-strung for anyone to stick around for too long. Trust me, I know so, no, I don’t see marriage in my future.”
He frowned. He didn’t like the way she was talking about herself. It was like she felt like she wasn’t special enough for someone to care about or love her, which was just outrageously stupid. She was a beautiful woman. She was incredible. She cared more than anyone he has ever met. She might be a little eccentric at times, but honestly, that was what he liked most about her. Any guy would be lucky to end up with her, hell, he would be lucky to ever end up with a girl like her. He stared straight into her eyes. “I don’t believe that. I think that someone out there will love everything there is about you, and will do everything in his power to be with you forever.”
She grinned. “That was incredibly sappy.”
He rolled his eyes. He knew she didn’t believe him, but figured one day she would figure that out for herself. He knew that one day she would find someone that could and would accept her for who she is, which was an amazing person, who deserved happiness. “Yeah. Yeah. Whatever. Sue me for being romantic.”
They both chuckled, at the direction their conversation had gone, of course, they were watching wedding preparations taking place. They watched for several more minutes, in comfortable silence before deciding to go get some dinner.
After dinner, they were walking towards their hotel, both enjoying a cup of coffee. They had gone to a small, quaint restaurant a lot like the one they went to in Kansas, and both enjoyed the delicious food, and even shared a chocolate mousse cake. He smirked, as he watched her practically inhale her coffee. “You know, if you actually took time to enjoy that, you might not need so much caffeine every day.”
She glared, and punched him in the shoulder. “Watch it, farm boy! I need caffeine, and look who’s talking, you drink just about as much as I do.”
He shook his head. “Yeah, but I don’t inhale it like it’s going out of style.”
She glared. “Shut up!”
They walked in comfortable silence, and they both could see their hotel coming into view. They slowed their steps, knowing they would have to say goodnight soon, and neither wanted that to happen yet. This happened every single night, and neither of them wanted to leave each other…not yet, they were having too much fun with each other.
As they walked, Lois felt the cold night breeze brush across her bare shoulders, and involuntarily shivered. She slowly wrapped her arms around her body, hoping that Clark wouldn’t notice, but also trying to keep herself warm.
He watched, from the corner of his eye, as she shivered and tried to hide it from him. He rolled his eyes. What was with this girl? She always did this. Every night, they would walk together, and she would get cold, but wouldn’t say anything. He didn’t think twice before he stepped closer to her, and wrapped his arm around her shoulders, effectively pulling her into his side.
Her entire body froze. She had no idea what to do. He was so close to her that she could smell his after shave. His body was pressed against hers, and it felt so good—too good. She wanted to pull away, but he was so warm, and she really, really enjoyed being this close to him. She snuggled closer into his side, and wrapped her arms around his waist, hugging herself to him.
He smiled down at her, knowing she couldn’t see him, and began to rub soothing circles on her arm. He could feel how cold she was, and wanted to warm her up, but also was enjoying the feel of her skin against his.
She sighed, happily, at the feel of him rubbing her arm, and laid her head on his shoulder. He was so warm. She wanted to stay like this forever, in his embrace, and bask in the feeling of being so close to him.
A few minutes later, they arrived at their hotel, and very reluctantly, and slowly untangled themselves from each other.
She felt the loss of his heat—of him immediately, and instantly wanted back in his arms. She really, really didn’t want this night to end yet. She looked up at him. “I-I had fun today.”
He nodded. “Yeah, me too.”
They stared at each other, their eyes meshing together, and their hearts beating in synchrony. They didn’t want to say goodnight. They didn’t want to leave each other. They just wanted to spend the entire night together.
He softly sighed. He was going to have to say the words to her, but he didn’t want to. It was getting harder and harder every single night. The more time he spent with her, the longer he wanted their days and nights to last, which only complicated things further. He softly smiled, as an idea popped into his mind. It would mean that they could spend more time together, but would she want to? He took a deep breath, “I, um, a-are you tired?”
She shook her head, not able to say the words out loud. She didn’t want him to go yet. She didn’t want to go back to her room, just to stay up for hours thinking about their day like she did every night. She just wanted to spend more time with him.
He grinned. “Yeah, me either. Um, do-do you want to do something?”
She grinned up at him. He didn’t want their night to end either. That thought thrilled her immensely, and she couldn’t wait to spend the rest of the night with him. “What would you like to do?”
He smiled down at her. He really hoped that she would want to do this. “I think I have an idea.”
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