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Broken	By : MidnightBard Category: G through L > Lois & Clark Views: 2191 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"One...two...three...four...five...six. Income tax again?" Clark groaned as he moved his token on the Monopoly game board. He quickly counted his assets and paid the appropriate tax.
                Lois took his stack of bills and placed them in the bank. She pushed the dice back at him. "Go again. You rolled doubles."
                Clark took the dice, shook them in his hand, and let them tumble to the table. "Eleven!" he exclaimed, happy to throw an odd number and avoid being sent to the game's jail. "Oh no!" he muttered a second later, as he placed the piece on Lois' railroad. He peeled another stack of fake bills from his stash and handed them over.
                Lois flashed him a brilliant grin. "Always a pleasure doing business with you."
                "Yeah, right," he said with mock annoyance.
                "I thought you said you play just to play," she reminded him in a teasing tone. "Not to win."
                "I do. But this..." he gestured at the game. "This is just a flat out slaughter."
                "You want to stop playing?" she offered.
                He shrugged. "It's getting late. And I'm going to lose on the next turn anyway, most likely. You own seventy-five percent of the block with hotels. I'm doomed." He stretched his arms and pushed the game board forward an inch.
                "So...I win?"
                "You win," he said with a laugh. "You want another glass of wine?"
                Lois shook her head. "No thanks. I'm good."
                "Here, let me take care of putting this all away," he offered. Three seconds later, all the property cards and cash were sorted, the plastic hotels and houses tucked away, the tokens returned to the box, and the game board folded.
                "I just love that," Lois said, as Clark set the box aside.
                "Love what?"
                "How fast you can do things."
                "Well, let's hope not everything goes that quickly," he replied with a blush.
                "All in good time, right?" she replied.
                "All in good time," he confirmed. "But, Lois?"
                "Yeah?"
                "I just...I wanted to say thank you. For not getting too mad at me after I left last night. When I finally came back here, I was afraid that..." he paused, choosing his words.
                "That I wouldn't be here?" she asked.
                He shook his head. "No. I knew you'd be here, waiting. I just figured you'd yell at me or...I don't know...tell me to take a hike or something."
                "Never," she swore.
                "So...thanks for being so understanding."
                "Always," she promised.
                "Anyway," Clark said, walking to the surveillance equipment and checking them for the twelfth time that day. "Maybe we should get some sleep." He paused, cocking his head to one side. "Or maybe not," he muttered to himself.
                "What is it? What do you hear?"
                "Apparently the travel ban was lifted too soon. There's been a bad accident." He dashed to the bedroom and changed into his suit at super speed, throwing the sweats back on top for the brief time he'd be in the hall and stairwell. "Don't wait up for me," he cautioned her.
                "Be careful, Clark."
                He crossed the room and kissed her. "I will," he vowed. "I'll be back as soon as possible."
                He left the suite, following his escape route from the night before. He was glad of his sweats when he passed a couple with two small children on their way back from the Lexor's pool. They were all in wet bathing suits and towels, the kids sporting inner tubes around their waists as well. The older of the two was protesting, wanting to go back down to the pool. Clark gave them all a friendly smile, then disappeared into the stairwell.
                Up he went, making his way to the roof, moving as fast as he dared, hoping he would not run into anyone else. He listened carefully at the door to the roof, making sure no one was around, then pushed it open. He spun into his suit as soon as he hit the frigid night air and took off like a rocket, crossing the still-quiet city in seconds.
                It wasn't difficult to find the source of the emergency. A knot of twisted metal and screams of pain drew him to the spot like an unmistakable beacon. He all but skidded to a halt in midair, hovering for a heartbeat above the accident, assessing the situation. A van, three cars, a police cruiser, and a motorcycle lay tangled together in the middle of an intersection. No doubt one or more of the vehicles had skidded on the still-slick asphalt, leading to the mess before Clark. He dropped from the sky and landed lightly to one side of the accident.
                It took him longer than he would have liked, cleaning up the shattered vehicles and aiding those who had survived. Two of the drivers of the cars had perished, as well as the motorcyclist. Clark only hoped that death had been instantaneous, and that none of them had suffered. Still, most of the people involved had escaped death, though they all bore injuries of varying degrees. Clark airlifted each to the closest hospital, cradling each body - conscious or not - against his chest with as much gentleness as possible. He did not wish to cause further pain or exacerbate any of the wounds the survivors bore.
                After the last person was safely under the care of the hospital's doctors and nurses, he returned to the scene of the accident. Police had since arrived, helping as much as they could and examining the accident, scribbling notes with thickly gloved hands, shivering in the cold. At a word of permission, Clark began the process of clearing the intersection, bringing the vehicles to the police station's lot where the officers could further inspect them.
                His work finally done, he bid goodnight to the officers, then took off once more. He decided to make a quick patrol over the city, just to ensure that no others were in trouble. He wound up guiding a few homeless men and women to the local Safe Haven shelter, hoping the place had the resources to help them. They were all half-frozen and hungry. Clark knew, firsthand, how much a hot meal and a warm blanket could make the difference between survival and becoming a causality of the storm. Though he'd never been in danger of dying of exposure during his years living on the streets, he'd seen, more than once, what could result from a night or two of bad weather.
                He stopped another accident from occurring, as a station wagon spun out of control. He just barely got there in time before it could crash into an oncoming delivery truck. Clark brought the station wagon off to one side as the driver eased it into a full stop. In the backseat, he could hear a woman in labor. Throwing open the door, he could see there was no time to fly the vehicle to the hospital, so he and the driver coached the woman through her last few contractions. Seconds later, a healthy, wailing little girl emerged into Clark's waiting hands. He wrapped the newborn in a soft blanket, then flew the entire car to the hospital, smiling to himself as the new parents joked with one another about their impatient daughter needing to come into the world at the tail-end of a blizzard.
                The rest of the city was nearly dead. Very few people had ventured out of their homes, even though the city had since plowed and salted the majority of the major streets. Satisfied that all was well and that he didn't seem to be needed, he headed back to the hotel and to Lois.
                Once there, he landed in a flash, spun back into his sweats, and headed inside. He met no one on the way back to his suite, and was thankful for that. Lois was still awake when he slipped into the bedroom, propped up in her pillows and reading a book. She gave him a warm smile as he started pulling off his clothing.
                "Hey. How was it out there?"
                "Messy," he admitted, pulling the sweatshirt over his head.
                "Oh, Clark," she breathed in horror, looking at his chest.
                He looked down to where her gaze rested. The whole of his chest was covered in blood, the crest of El so stained it was barely legible.
                "That accident was pretty bad," he explained. "Three dead. Six...no, seven others wounded."
                "Oh, honey," she said soothingly, knowing how it broke his heart to see others injured or dead. "I'm sorry."
                "I wish I'd been able to stop it," he admitted. "But, I did get some homeless folks in Hobbs Bay to one of the Safe Haven shelters. I just hope we find that stolen money. I saw the meals they were serving. Looks like cuts are already being made." He frowned.
                "So...mostly a successful night," Lois commented, trying to lighten his mood.
                "Mostly," he agreed. "The highlight was delivering a healthy baby girl."
                Lois' eyes lit up and she put aside her book. "Really?"
                "Yeah," he said, thinking fondly of the beautiful baby he'd so briefly held.
                "Everyone okay?"
                "Mom, dad, and baby are all perfect," he said proudly.
                "Good job."
                "Thanks," he said, unzipping the suit in the back. He pulled the tunic part down and paused to shrug out of the shoulder harness which held his cape to his body. "I better go wash this out before it sets in any worse than it already has," he said.
                "The bathroom is all yours," Lois said. "I'll be here when you're done."
                "I know," he said, a twinkle in his eye.
                He went off to the bathroom, stripped out of the rest of his suit, and stepped into the shower. He lingered for a leisurely three minutes, washing off the blood that had seeped through the tight Spandex and had dried on his flesh. Stepping back out once he was clean, he wrapped a towel around his hips, put his suit into the sink, and methodically rinsed the blood from the fabric. It took him longer than he would have liked, but, in the end, he was satisfied. He hung the limp, wet suit from the shower door, then dried it with his heat vision, carefully reining in the intensity so that he did not burn a hole through it. He folded it back up and brought it back to the bedroom, once again carefully packing it away, out of sight.
                "Now there's a nice sight before bed," Lois teased from her place in the bed, her eyes raking over his towel-clad body.
                Clark blushed in response. He wasn't embarrassed to be so scantily clad before her. One thing the previous night had accomplished was to prove to him that there was nothing to be ashamed or afraid of, to be completely naked in her presence.
                "You sure know how to bolster a guy's ego," he retorted with a light laugh.
                Lois shrugged playfully. "I'm a reporter. I state the facts as I see them."
                Clark laughed even harder at that. He shook his head and went to the dresser, pulling out a pair of briefs and a t-shirt. Freed from the stigma of being nude in the presence of another, he tossed the towel to the edge of the bed and slipped into his clothes. He found a pair of clean socks and pulled them on as well. He went to grab his sleep pants but Lois shook her head.
                "What?" he asked, confused.
                "It's not fair if you wear pants and I don't," she said with a wicked grin.
                Clark threw a dart of x-ray vision through the sheets. True to her word, Lois was clad only in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of panties, lace on top and bedecked with tiny purple stars. He shook his head again and chuckled.
                "I thought we agreed...no seducing me tonight, Miss Lane," he joked, wagging his finger at her.
                "Who said I was trying to?" she asked with an innocent grin and a wink.
                "I'm sure there are no ulterior motives on your behalf," Clark scoffed in amusement.
                "I'm shocked you would think so little of me," she tossed back, teasing him as always.
                Finding no clever retort on his tongue, Clark gathered up the towel, brought it to the bathroom, and hung it up. In the next minute, he was slipping beneath the silk bed sheets and settling into his pillow. Lois set her book on the night stand and shut the light. Then she snuggled deeply into his side, using his broad chest as her pillow.
                "Clark?"
                "Hmm?"
                "I love you."
                Clark smiled in the dark and placed a kiss amongst Lois' dark hair. He inhaled the scent of her lavender scented conditioner.
                "I love you too, Lois."
                He gave her body a gentle squeeze as he wrapped his arms around her. He heard her sigh in contentment. For a while, he remained awake, simply enjoying the peaceful moment with the woman who held his heart. Then he too drifted to sleep. This time, he floated into wonderful, happy dreams, instead of some of the darker ones that had recently begun to plague him again. In those dreams, he was able to rest easy and regroup his strength.
                When morning broke, Clark awoke feeling rested and far happier than he had on the previous morning. He left Lois to sleep, smiling at the way her dark tresses spilled over the white pillowcases, and the way she was curled up, hugging one of them to her chest. She whimpered a little in her sleep as the warmth of his body left hers. Clark bent down and kissed her temple, then tucked the sheets under her chin.
                Moving into the living room area, he checked the laptop. Once again, nothing had been recorded overnight. He dressed quietly, then left the hotel, jogging across the street to the coffee shop where he'd seen the owner digging out the morning before. He walked into the small shop, inhaling deeply, enjoying the smells of the various brews. Everything in the place looked appetizing, he noted with satisfaction. He ordered a dozen donuts, split between his favorites and Lois'. He picked up some buttered bagels as well, and a couple of coffees. The older man who ran the place made pleasant conversation with him as he rang up the purchase, then boxed and bagged it. Most of the talk centered around the storm. Clark thanked the white-haired gentleman as he left, then jogged back across the street to the Lexor.
                Lois was awake and sitting on the couch when he arrived back in the suite. He smiled at her as she looked up and smiled at him.
                "Hey," Clark said, "I tried to let you sleep."
                "I know. Thanks. Perry called and woke me up. He wanted to see if there was any progress here."
                Clark shook his head. "There's nothing on the tape."
                "I know. I checked too. You don't think we're just spinning our wheels here, do you?"
                Clark set down their breakfast, sliding Lois' coffee toward her. He shook his head. "No, I don't. I think the storm just threw a complete kink into things. What did Perry say?"
                "He asked if we could stop by the office later. Just for a quick meeting so we're all on the same page."
                "That sounds like a good idea. Did it sound like he wants to pull the plug on this?"
                Lois shrugged. "He's not happy that nothing's turned up yet. But I think we might be able to convince him to give us another day or two. After that though..." She let her voice trail off as she shrugged again.
                Clark sighed, feeling slightly defeated. It didn't surprise him in the least that their editor was losing patience with their stakeout. Rooms at the Lexor weren't cheap to begin with. The honeymoon suite was flat out expensive. To off-balance the cost, Lois and Clark had agreed to pay for their own meals, where normally, at least a portion of the cost would be reimbursed to them.
                "Well, let's eat, then we'll head into the Planet," Clark said, sitting and unwrapping a bagel. He bit into it as Lois made her selection.
                The meeting with Perry went exactly as Clark had anticipated. Perry grumbled about their lack of progress on the story. It took some persuasion, but eventually, they secured an additional two days for their stakeout. Clark left the Chief's office feeling only slightly relieved. Though they had more time, he could feel the culprits slipping away with every passing minute.
                "Hey, CK!" Jimmy called out, waving from across the bullpen. "Wait up!"
                Clark halted by the break area at the front of the room and waited for his friend.
                "What's up, Jimmy?"
                "Did you hear the news?"
                "What news?" he asked, uncertain. He and Lois had barely watched anything on TV since they'd begun their investigation at the Lexor.
                "About the Harwood case," Jimmy clarified.
                Clark reflexively swallowed hard. "What about it?" he asked with a bit of dread.
                "They...uh, the police, that is...finally got permission to dig in those last couple of places. You know, the ones mentioned in that notebook."
                "Yeah?" Clark asked, still worried.
                Jimmy looked down, unable - or was it unwilling? - to meet his gaze. "They found bodies. They're running DNA testing now."
                Clark closed his eyes and felt a wave of illness wash over him. He'd been expecting it, of course. But to have his suspicions confirmed, it was a blow to his heart. Again, he had the thought that he could have prevented those murders, if only he'd spoke up and turned Alex in sooner.
                "You okay?" Jimmy asked, concerned.
                Clark forced himself to nod. "Yeah, I guess. At least, I think so," he lied.
                "Look, CK, maybe now's not the best time to say anything. And I know I haven't said anything before. But, well, I think it's incredibly brave of you, taking the stand and all when the trial starts."
                Clark shook his head. "No, brave would have been turning Alex in years ago, when he first started doing...what he did. Besides, I'm kind of being mandated to testify. But thanks, Jimmy. It means a lot to me." This time, he was telling the truth to his friend. "So...is there any good news around here?"
                Jimmy thought for a moment. "Um...the vending machine has Cherry Pepsi now," he tried weakly with a faltering smile.
                Clark laughed heartily. "Nice."
                "Everything going well with the stakeout?" Jimmy asked. "The equipment working well?"
                Clark bit back his laugh this time, at Jimmy's inadvertent double-entendre. "Everything's great," he said. "It would be better if anyone would show up across the way though."
                "Nothing yet?" The photographer seemed unsurprised.
                "Nothing yet," Clark echoed with a shake of his head.
                "Sorry, man."
                Clark shrugged. "We've got a few more days. And with the snow, I'm not surprised."
                "Jimmy! Where in blue blazes are those photos?" Perry yelled, his head sticking out of his office.
                "Duty calls," Jimmy sighed resignedly. "See you around, CK."
                "Later, Jimmy," Clark said, as the younger man walked off to retrieve the photos Perry had bellowed for.
                The rest of the day passed in a lazy manner. Lois and Clark stopped off for lunch at one of the local burger joints, then went on to Clark's place. They loaded up on snacks from his kitchen, as well as a few new games, before making their way back to the Lexor. They spent the day playing games, Lois huffing in annoyance each time she got a trivia question wrong, or only low-scoring letter tiles in Scrabble. For dinner, Clark made a special trip to China, picking up the food Lois had come to love with his frequent meal-trips.
                "Oh, Clark," Lois sighed contentedly, safely and cozily wrapped in his arms, later that night.
                "Hmm?" he asked.
                "Nothing. Just...this is really nice, you know?"
                "It is."
                "I mean, I've done my fair share of stakeouts before, but they used to be such a burden, despite my drive to be the Planet's top reporter. Now though? Stakeouts are fun now."
                Clark raised an eyebrow. "Fun, huh?"
                "Well, yeah. You can't possibly tell me that you're not having any fun here," she challenged.
                "Oh, I am," he replied with a chuckle.
                Truth was, despite what he now thought of as "the incident" on the first night, he'd been having a great time, holed up in the plush honeymoon suite with Lois.
                "I'm just a little surprised, I guess," he clarified. "Usually, it's all business with you when we're working on a story."
                She grinned. "I know. You've made me soft, Kent," she mock admonished.
                "Is that such a bad thing?" he asked teasingly, enjoying the shudder that ran through her body as he whispered the question in her ear.
                "Not at all," she breathed.
                "I thought so." He rubbed her arm affectionately.
                "I love being like this," Lois said after a minute, pulling his arm tighter around her.
                "Me too."
                "I can't wait until we're married," she mused, running her finger along his arm. "I just want to be like this forever."
                "Me too," Clark said, kissing her head. Lois tried to stifle a yawn and failed. "Tired?"
                "A little," she admitted.
                "Why don't you get ready for bed then?" he said, loosening his embrace so she could get up from their spot on the couch.
                "Yeah, I probably should. I'm going to shower really fast. Do you need to get in there?" she asked as she stood and stretched.
                "Nah, I'm fine."
                "Okay."
                Clark tried not to imagine Lois' wet, naked body under the shower spray as she disappeared from the room. He wanted to. He wanted to step into the shower with her and pleasure her while the hot water splayed over their joined bodies. He wanted to lift her against the cool tile and kiss her most intimate of places, or to brace her back against them as he thrust into her until they both screamed their pleasure. Almost, he followed her. Almost, he shed his clothing and joined her in the shower.
                Almost.
                He restrained himself with an effort. He wasn't yet ready to attempt intimacy with her again. His recent failure was too fresh in his mind, too embarrassing, too edged with an almost paralyzing fear that history would repeat itself. He simply forced himself to be content with shutting the lights in the living room after rechecking the surveillance equipment, ensuring that everything was still the way it needed to be. He sauntered off to the bed and slipped out of his jeans, folding them before setting them aside. He pulled the sweater he wore over his head and dropped it into his bag of laundry, leaving on the thin gray cotton t-shirt which lay beneath. A few minutes later, Lois emerged from the bathroom, wrapped in a towel. Clark ducked into the vacant room, freshened up for bed, then allowed Lois back in to dry her hair.
                At last, they both were finished and in bed together. As usual, Lois rested with her head on his chest. His arm was around her, stroking the exposed flesh of her arm where the t-shirt she wore did not cover. They talked easily for a while, keeping the conversation light and full of laughter, before dropping off to sleep, still entangled in each other's embrace.
                Clark awoke sometime later. At first, he wasn't sure what had shaken him from his dreamless rest. Though Lois was still pressed against him, he wasn't aroused. He'd been too deeply asleep for that. He didn't need the restroom either. He frowned in the dark, throwing a glance out the window. It seemed to be the dead of night. Not even a hint of dawn was in the air. Groggily, he used his free hand to rub his eyes, then turned to the bedside clock, noting that he'd been asleep less than two hours.
                He knew he hadn't heard a cry for help. He was one hundred percent certain of that. Whenever a cry for assistance disturbed his slumber, he always awoke with his heart pounding and a sense of urgent purposefulness that propelled him into action. No. No one was calling for Superman. He lay still for a moment, thinking, stretching out his hearing tentatively, trying to decipher what had been the cause of his interrupted sleep.
                The video camera.
                He must have heard the nearly imperceptible click as the camera turned on. Which meant that someone was in the building across the way. Which meant that they might be moments from finding out who'd stolen the money from the charity. Clark shook Lois gently awake, praying that the camera wasn't picking up a janitor at his work.
                "Huh? Wha?" Lois murmured sleepily.
                "The camera just clicked on," Clark whispered to her. "Someone must be in the office across the street."
                That seemed to instantly force her into full wakefulness. "It's about time!"
                "Keep the lights off," Clark cautioned, getting out of bed and retrieving a pair of pants. He stepped into them, pulled them over his hips, and moved off to the living room.
                Lois followed suit, hard on his heels. Side by side, they peered out the living room windows, careful to stay hidden in the shadows.
                "Turn the volume up, would you?" Lois asked.
                Clark happily obliged and brought her the pair of binoculars they had taken with them. He watched as she peered into them, before telescoping his vision in on the window across the street.
                It wasn't difficult to see which office the meeting was being held in, even without Lulu's tip. All of the windows stood dark and lifeless, except for the ones that belonged to the office they'd been keeping watch on. Lights blazed merrily there, keeping the night at bay. But they still couldn't see anyone for a minute or two, until a figure rose from a high backed office chair which had been facing away from them, as another figure entered the room.
                "It took you long enough," the first person said. It was definitely a male voice.
                "I had to wait for a police car to finishing patrolling the block," said a different male voice.
                "Were you seen?"
                "No. I'm sure of that."
                "Good."
                "Did you bring it?"
                "You dare question me?" The first man sounded angry.
                Clark knew that voice. It even made sense, in a twisted way. He was about to say so to Lois when the owner of the voice turned, giving them an uninterrupted view of his profile.
                "Sorry, Mr. Luthor," the other man apologized. "It's just...the boys are nervous, you know?"
                Luthor sighed. He reached beneath the desk he'd been seated at and brought out a briefcase. He snapped it open and tilted it toward the man.
                "Does that answer your question?" he sneered.
                The man hesitated and gazed at the contents of the case.
                "That's the full eighty grand?" he finally asked.
                Luthor snapped the case shut with an air of annoyance. He opened his mouth to speak.
                "Are you really that stupid?" came a new, female voice. "Don't ever question him again."
                They hadn't seen her sitting on the couch in the office, for the view had been obscured by closed shades. But now she moved into frame, so both they and their camera could capture her image.
                "Arianna Carlin?" Lois asked, recognizing the woman. "Guess she and Lex aren't splitting up after all."
                Clark nodded. "Yeah. Looks like this is a family affair."
                "Sorry," the man mumbled at the woman's sharp chastisement. "It's just...we're all a bit antsy. Seems like there's been a lot of media buzz over this money, the shelters closing, you know." He shrugged and cleared his throat. "So, boss, what am I supposed to do with this?"
                "There are instructions inside. Follow them. To the letter, mind you, Mr..."
                "Just call me Hex."
                Luthor nodded. "Hex."
                "Eighty grand, huh? Intergang..."
                Luthor cut him off sharply. "Is not to be mentioned."
                "You're the boss," Hex acquiesced.
                "The...boss," Lois mused. "You don't think...?"
                "That Luthor might be the mysterious 'Boss' we've always heard whispers about?" Clark asked, finishing her thought. "The head of Intergang? Yeah, I'm starting to get that idea. And it seems like his wife is in on things as well."
                "Make the delivery tonight," Luthor was instructing Hex. "A man named Dragon will meet you at your destination."
                "Dragon, huh? I know the guy."
                "Good. Then you won't screw this up," Arianna said.
                Hex gave her a level look that spoke of his disgust at having a woman order him around.
                "You want this cash delivered to Intergang? You've got the right guy. Don't you underestimate me."
                "Your arrogance knows no bounds, I see," Luthor said in a deadly cold voice. "See that it doesn't cause your downfall."
                "That a threat?"
                "A promise," Luthor replied in that same carefully controlled voice.
                Hex grunted, flipped open the case, and retrieved the instructions within. He read them over carefully, Clark could see, judging from the wrinkle of the man's brow.
                "Lois, it's time to call the police," Clark said, never taking his eyes from the window. "We've got ourselves some thieves to put in jail."
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