Author's Note: Hey all, this is going to be a Clark/Lois fic. I've had the idea for sometime now and it wasn't until a few days ago that I decided to write the first chapter. If you guys like it I will endear to write the second chapter and post it. I just wanted to test the water (So to speak) with chapter one.

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"Chloe?" I called loudly as I looked quickly around the empty Talon.

It was late.

No, that was an understatement. It was extremely late, to the point where I was depending solely on my extra strong coffee to keep me awake. To keep my mind fresh, well as fresh as it could be at two in the morning.

To my dismay Chloe had phoned me about half an hour ago, mumbling down the phone and talking incoherently in hasted words. Something my reporter cousin doesn't normally do. She apparently had something majorly important to tell me, something that would be best as a face-to-face kind of thing.

Although incredibly tired I pulled myself from the comfy clutches of my soft bed, got dressed and pumped my body full of coffee.

Why?

I don't know.

But it wasn't every day my cousin phoned me at two in the morning…okay, so maybe there was her late coffee runs when she was working on a story and the occasional food trips I'd make cause even though her nocturnal way of living pissed me off, my older cousin nature would always kick into full gear and I'd be there quick smart.

But it certainly wasn't every day she was drunk.

In fact I had only seen Chloe drunk once before.

At my birthday.

And if I was to be really honest with myself I would admit that maybe I had encouraged her a little bit too much, handed her shot after shot until she could barely walk and was content to just sleep on the floor.

Yes, that night was a long one.

And not just for the exceedingly drunk Chloe, no I had my fair share of cousin minding. My karmic pay back for getting my little cous drunk I suppose. The next morning however Chloe failed to remember much, which really in reality was a sanction.

I decided it was best not to tell her of the taxi incident.

Which consisted of Chloe trying her best to flirt with a young Asian man, then throwing up all over the back seat.

Let's just say he got a nice little tip.

"Chloe, where are you?" I said my voice raising a fraction.

The Talon was shadowed as the moon light shone through the windows. I had to wonder how Chloe had gotten in here, last time I checked it was closed at two in the morning. Although knowing her she would have probably picked the lock, got a key or found some other way in.

"Lois, Lois! You came, I didn't rea…really fink that you's would!"

I turned in reply to my cousin's drunken words, seeing a grinning Chloe sitting on the ground.

Yep, she was absolutely wasted.

"Chlo, are you okay?" I asked softly, crouching down as to be level with her.

Chloe's face fell and for a minute I thought she was going to cry although as quickly as it had come it went, being replaced with a goofy smirk.

She nodded enthusiastically. "Of course I'm okay, but, you know…that…you know I have to tell you something."

I frowned slightly at how drunk my cousin really was.

She didn't even seem herself.

As for telling me something important, I probably just dragged myself out of bed to hear random words and hushed giggles, like what she is telling me is a secret. Either that or she will pass out before she gets a word in edge wise.

"Lois!" Chloe said at once, louder than what was called for. "I think you should get with Clark."

Hold on what?!

Clark?

Okay so I hadn't been expecting this.

Actually last time I checked Chloe had feelings for the farm boy, not to mention the fact that we are really not compatible.

He is so not my type, I mean the boy wears plaid for crying out loud! Plaid!

"Chlo-"

"Hold on one sec Lois, I'm in the middle of one very important conversation, so listen up cuz."

I stopped talking as Chloe held her hand near my face, if this had been anyone else I would have ditched them and gone back to dream land. Their unconventional ramblings forgotten as sleep took hold of me.

However.

This was Chloe, someone who never gets drunk, sits on the Talon's floor and tells me that Smallville and I are a match made in heaven.

"I've seen you two together Lo, don't you feel it?!"

I shook my head slightly at my cousin's question. "Feel what?"

"The chemistry, that buzz!" Chloe smiled and grabbed my wrist firmly. "Lois it's basically set in the stars."

"Okay, Chloe I think you've had way too much to drink."

"Don't worry Lois, I barely had any." Stated Chloe as if that was the obvious, not from where I was sitting it wasn't.

I gave her the once over as I prepared to stand.

I would say she had a fifty-fifty chance of making it outside without falling over.

Although the odds considerably shifted after that.

"You don't believe me?" I paused momentarily as I realized Chloe's hand was still holding my wrist, stopping my attempts to stand.

Her eyes looked as though I had just betrayed her.

If there was one thing I couldn't ignore it was Chloe's look of hurt, rejection.

Even if at this moment it was probably all the alcohol talking.

"Chloe…" I breathed out; I had seriously forgotten how hard she is to talk to when drunk.

"But it all makes perfect sense." She seemed to almost whine this, like a child trying to convince their mum to buy them a lollypop.

"Look the day that Smallville and I hook up, will be the day I go mentally insane."

"You even has a pet name for him…"

"It is not a pet name Chloe, merely another way to address the lump of corn."

"He likes you to, you know?" Chloe slurred.

It seemed like she was getting further drunk by the minute.

I mean come on Clark Kent liking me?

I am way out of his league.

Not to mention the little crinkle…well more like big kink of him being completely hung up on one Lana Lang.

"Maybe in an alternative universe." I laughed watching my cousin trying to comprehend my words. "And even then we'd be a total wreck of a couple."

"You don't know that, you guys haven't even dated yet."

"And let's keep it that way shall we?"

Again Chloe looked offended, her eyes becoming a darker shade.

Man, this was going to be a tough night.

"Lois, you can't tell me you don't find Clark appealing?" She spoke more sober-ish this time, but her glazed look told me she was far from that stage by a long run.

As for her question Clark Kent appealing? In his dreams.

I mean sure he's not a complete loser, not to bad on the eyes.

He wouldn't clarify as eye candy though.

He's more of a stop and stare once kind of guy. There is no seconds.

Round up all his qualities and you've got a farm boy raised on corn. Nothing to brag about.

It's not like I've even thought about the idea of him and I together.

He is not my type, right?

"I knew it!" Chloe all but screamed. "You do like Clark."

Whoa, where'd she get that from?

"Chloe, listen to me carefully." I put on my no nonsense tone, usually I saved that for other people. Chloe is the one person I don't use it on, I would be insulting her intellect if I did…although at this stage I had taken off the kid gloves and decided for a more direct approach.

Chloe raise her eyebrows at me.

Okay so apparently even when drunk she can pick up on my tone.

"Clark and I are not a match, you give us a match making test and we'd score zero…one at the most and that would be a educated guess."

She laughed as though I had told a joke. "Trust me Lois those tests mean nothing, it's what you feel inside that counts."

I looked quizzically at my cousin; she had whispered the last part of her sentence as though that was the most important.

"I don't feel anything inside Chloe, trust me."

She shook her head as if not to believe me.

But it was the truth; I didn't feel anything for Smallville.

Sure I felt pissed off when he was around me, with his plaid shirt and goofy smile.

But that was all there was.

"What about when you first saw him?" She asked capturing my attention. "What'd you feel?"

What'd I feel?

Well that's a hard one to answer, I'm mean the guy was stark naked in a corn field.

Not your typical meeting place.

"I felt uncomfortable, confused." I reeled off.

The situation in which we had been in wasn't exactly perfect.

"Perplexed, baffled…confounded!"

I mean the guy had lost his memory, not to mention his manners!

When I saw him lying there I was…I was.

"Concerned…" I said in less than a whisper this was even a shocker for me. I felt concerned for Clark? For the plaid loving corn boy?

Surely it was just the whole trauma of things.

Crashing into a corn field wasn't exactly an everyday occurrence.

"You see Lois, even if you don't know it yet Clark and you are meant to be together." My cousin quipped her hand coming to rest clumsily on my shoulder.

I laughed her words off.

Although couldn't quite let this whole Clark-Lois forever thing go.

Was something upsetting Chloe?

Or did she genuinely want to tell me my destiny, drunk, on the floor of the Talon?

There were days when I could read her just by looking at her, although she had picked up many tricks along life's lengthy journey and somehow managed to cage her feelings.

Not always, there were times when I knew what she was feeling instantly.

But if she didn't want you to know, chances are you wouldn't.

"Is everything okay Chloe?" I asked keeping my voice gentle.

Her eyes adverted quickly from mine as she stared at the ground. "Of course it is." She looked back at me with a smile.

I didn't believe her.

"Look, Chlo if there's something bothering you, you know that you can talk to me right?"

She removed her hand from my shoulder letting it fall limp onto her leg.

"I know…" She said in a whisper.

Something was not right.

But I couldn't lay my finger on it.

"Chlo-"

"Do you believe me Lois?" Her words were quiet, cutting me off mid sentence.

I fumbled with what to say.

Did I believe her?

Did I actually think that Clark and I could make it as a couple?

That a farm boy from a small town could possibly capture my heart?

I don't know…

I had never really thought about it, though about Clark in that way.

"Chloe, I don't-"

"Yes or no Lois, it's simple."

It so isn't, it so is not simple.

"Look Smallville's a great guy, but he's not my guy."

What?

Did I really believe this?

"Trust me when I say this Chloe, we would destroy each other within the first few seconds of dating."

"You don't even know that."

"I don't need to, I'm not interested in Clark Kent."

Okay, now I'm just plain out lying!

To my drunk cousin of all people!

"That's a lie Lois."

Oh, great and she even picked up on it!

"Chloe, it's late." I said basically just stating a random fact. She nodded in reply before standing to her feet, swaying as she offered me a hand up.

I declined taking it upon myself to rise.

"In that case we don't have much time." Her smile broadened into another goofy grin.

I raised an eyebrow.

What was she on about?

"Let's go…"

"Go where exactly?" I inquired watching as Chloe defectively attempted to walk in a straight line.

I rushed over and grabbed her arm to give her some balance; I didn't need her injuring herself.

She giggled lightly. "To your knight in shining armor, of course."

Oh no, what was she planning?

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Author's Note: Tell me what you think. Chapter two may take a while to post, but if you like it I will move at super fast speed to get it done.