AN: So I was kind of inspired to write this after Kent. It's an AU!Clark Luthor and AU!Lois fic after he returns from Clark Kent's world.

Disclaimer: I obviously do not own these characters :(

Only a few months had gone by since Clark Luthor had returned from the strange parallel universe where he had been raised by the Kents. Before his second trip to this parallel universe, he had never really doubted the evil that was in his blood. Lionel raised him as a Luthor and a Luthor was what he became. But then this Clark Kent… he had given him hope. Maybe he didn't have to be this way. Clark Luthor knew that deep down inside, even with all that hatred that Lionel instilled in him, there was something there that wasn't so evil. His fortress finally awoke when he came back to his world. His father, his real father spoke to him.

"Welcome home, son" Jor-el said as his voice echoed throughout the palace of ice. There was a new light here, one that had never been there before. All the crystals and ice sculptures seemed to be ablaze with a range of beautiful colors. The cold had never bothered Clark, it was never something he paid much attention to. But in that moment, he clearly noticed the complete absence of cold. There was a warmth in the fortress. It seemed to have warmed Clark's own icy heart.

Clark Luthor was ready now. Ready to start a new life, one where he wasn't controlled by Lionel Luthor or his memory. Clark was willing to let go of the past. However, the past few months have shown this task to be a lot harder than he thought.

Given the fact that the people of this world abhor him and the entire Luthor family, he was going to have a hard time convincing them otherwise. That coupled with his own battle against himself and his past proved to be too difficult sometimes.

Over the past few months he had spent most of his time helping the people of Metropolis. The people have stopped trying to kill him at every turn but they still didn't trust him and with good reason. As much as he tried to be this good person, he was always tempted by his darker ways.

Even now as he stood on top of the Luthor Plaza building in the middle of a quiet night, listening for signs of trouble in the city, he had a powerful urge to drop everything, make his way to some nightclub and lose himself amongst blue kryptonite infused alcohol and women. In fact, his desires were giving in and he was just about to leave the roof when he heard a scream.

Jumping off the building, Clark supersped in the direction that the scream was coming from. Might as well make one more save before I indulge myself, he thought to himself. Now that he was closer, he saw who the scream came from. It was Lois Lane plummeting to the ground from the roof of the Daily Planet. For a reason that he wasn't quite sure of, this realization made him run faster. As soon as he was close enough he jumped into the air and snatched her from her free fall. As they were still in the air, he looked down at the woman enveloped in his arms. She abruptly stopped screaming and shot open her hazel-green eyes, her face absolutely incredulous. He had just landed on the ground next to the Daily Planet. There was a reluctance to let Lois out of his arms and he couldn't understand why.

Lois had reached up and gently stroked the side of his face with her hand, leaving Clark's skin tingling as soon as her fingers left. "Clark?" She paused. "Clark Kent?"

"Oh" he let out under his breath. She thought he was his alter ego. That touch wasn't meant for him, but a different version of him... someone else entirely. He didn't understand his disappointment. Why did this even matter to him?

He quickly set her down and let out a chuckle. "Of course not, Ms. Lane. I'm almost insulted that you would confuse me with him." He straightened out his jacket and turned to face her. There was confusion in her eyes, mixed with subtle disgust. There was a part of him that regretted saving her. He should have just let her fall. Now he wished to throw her against the wall for looking at him the way that she was. "You should probably thank me for saving you… or are you always this ungrateful?" He sneered.

That seemed to snap her out of whatever reverie she was in. "Listen here buddy. I don't know why you saved me tonight and really you shouldn't have. I would have been fine. Whatever act you're trying to pull, making these people think that you've changed, I'm not falling for it. You are evil to the very core," she raged. There was so much anger and hate in her eyes. He found it adorable the way she looked like an angry puppy.

At the same time he was enraged that she would dare speak to him like that. Didn't she know he could kill her faster than she could blink? He had just saved her and she was standing there telling him off.

"SHUT UP!" he yelled. He immediately regretted doing so. A smug look spread on Lois's face. It screamed I told you so. He gritted his teeth, trying to calm himself before he did something he would later regret. He wanted to slap that look right off her face. What was stopping him from doing so, anyway? It was the middle of the night, no one would know if he killed her right here. And it suddenly occurred to him that she could have just as easily killed him while they were standing there. Everyone carried meteor rock with them nowadays for their protection, even those that seemed to believe that he was changing.

He took a step closer to her, so close that he could feel her breath on his lips. She hadn't moved away. "What I'm wondering now, Lane, is why you haven't pulled out a piece of meteor rock yet? Maybe you don't really believe that I'm all that evil?" smirking at her. He scanned her face for her reaction and let his eyes fall on her lips. They looked so soft, an image of him kissing those lips etched itself into his mind.

"Oh please Luthor. In case you haven't noticed, I was just kind of thrown off a roof. I didn't really get the chance to grab my purse before I went down." Lois retorted. Then realizing her mistake of telling Clark that she was basically powerless against him, she started backing away.

She had insulted him to his face when she knew that she had no way to stop him if he decided to kill her. How did this woman even exist? Clark was genuinely surprised by her, not really sure how to react.

Finally, he laughed. "You really are one of a kind. Why'd you get thrown off that roof anyway? And by who?"

"Wouldn't you like to know" She started walking away, Clark watching her she went. After about half a block, she turned back to face him. "And for the record, thanks," grimacing as she said it.

Even after admitting to him that she didn't have kryptonite with her, she still treated him like some pathetic loser that couldn't hurt a fly. What the hell? She was obviously crazy.

Clark Luthor then thought about his plans for the rest of the night. Somehow that nightclub didn't seem too appealing to him anymore. It was pretty late anyway. Taking a deep breath, he sped towards the Luthor mansion, that was left to him by default. He was the last of the Luthors in this world. It felt pretty lonely.