"Well, I guess that proves it," Lois said, taking in the view of the Kent farm. Clark set her down. She blinked a couple of times, making sure the image didn't slip from her eyes like the Metropolis skyline had moments ago. Clark was a little nervous. She hadn't really said anything except "prove it", since he had told her his secret. She headed toward the Kent farm and he followed her. He had never heard Lois so quiet before and it worried him.

Once they were inside, she whirled around and said at last, "So I thought we might try that living together thing again. For real this time."

"Really? Are you sure you don't mind living with an alien?"

She wrapped her arms around him. "I'd love living with you and I don't think I really like that word, Smallville. Do you know what another definition for alien is? It can mean a being from another planet, but it can also mean somebody who doesn't belong or at least, feels that way, but you're a Kent for gosh sakes, not Kelly from Crapton."

He smiled. "That's Kal-El from Krypton."

"Whatever."

"I've been kind of fond of intergalactic traveler myself."

"I like it. My point is you might as well be from Earth, but I think it's great that you're not. I wouldn't change one thing about you even if I could."

"Not even one?" he asked.

"Well, maybe your fashion sense, but that's it, I swear."

He couldn't help, but laugh. She always made him laugh. "There were times I felt like an alien in both senses of the word, but you do make me feel like I belong."

She softly kissed him on the lips. "That's because you do."

"I thought you'd at least be a little surprised," Clark commented.

"I am, but this is Smallville. I've learned science fiction is a little less fiction and a lot more science. Plus, it's late."

He kissed her again and then gently pulled away from her. He was gone and then he was back again with a cardboard box. He was gone again and back again until all her stuff was there.

"Now that's some fast service. I think I could get very used to your powers," she said, flopping down on the couch, "but I think there's another power I want you to demonstrate again," moving her finger in a come-hither manner. Clark was more than willing to oblige.

They were just beginning to get comfortable when Clark heard someone pull in the drive. He tried to tear away, but Lois was strongly protesting. Then they both heard the car door slam. "Who is it?" Lois asked.

Clark did a quick x-ray out, "It's my mother."

"Your mother? What are we going to do? There's all these boxes lying around and oh no. Didn't you see her on your trips to the apartment?"

"Lois, I was moving at super speed. I don't exactly have the time to take in the scenery."

They heard the jingle as Martha got out her keys. Lois was starting to panic and Clark appeared to just be waiting to get caught in their compromising position. "Don't just stand there," she whispered harshly, "get off me and hide those boxes."

It snapped Clark out of his daze and he smiled at her. She was acting like they were teenagers, but she had a point. It had been a long night and he didn't feel like explaining everything tonight. He got the boxes out of sight. All except one that he overlooked. Lois tossed a nearby blanket over it and sat down on it, trying to look casual and hoping it looked like a new piece of furniture as Martha came through the door with her suitcase. She looked surprised to see Lois there, but it quickly changed into a warm smile.

"Here let me take that, Mom," Clark said, jumping up and taking her suitcase. "I didn't know you were coming home."

"I don't need an invitation in my own home, do I?" she asked teasingly.

"No, no. Of course, not. I'm just surprised."

"I'm only going to be here a week. I thought I'd spend a little time with my son. We haven't gotten to see a lot of each other lately. I'm so happy to see you, Lois."

"I'm happy to see you too, Mrs. Kent," Lois said awkwardly, feeling like she should stand up, but not wanting to leave the box unguarded.

"Well, I'm a little hungry. I think I'm going to whip up a snack. You two want anything?"

"We just ate a meal," Lois told her.

"At 3:17 in the morning?" Martha asked with raised eyebrows.

"It's a long story," Clark explained.

"A really long story," Lois emphasized.

She smiled at the both of them and then headed for the kitchen. As they both began to give sighs of relief, they heard her say, "Clark, you might want to get Lois unpacked, so she can get some sleep."

They looked at her retreating figure and then they looked at each other in sheer surprise.

Lois whispered, "Does your mother have spies hidden somewhere?"

TBC