Eleusinian Mystery
By: Vikinggoddss
Rating: NC17
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters from Smallville. They are all property of DC Comics, the CW and the WB. This fic is purely for entertainment value…so don't sue me! ;)
Okay guys…The story plot goes like this: Lois goes to the future using the legion ring, but after Pandora, and her night with Clark, instead of coming back to the time she left, 2009…she ends up back in 2007, a day after Valentine's Day. With no memory of the future and the night she spent with human Clark…or the night with past Clark and when they were on Red K, Lois is thrown into a whirlwind when she ends up pregnant! Pandemonium ensues because 2007 Clark is positive he didn't sleep with Lois—and yet she's still pregnant with his child!
Will they make it work? Or will the whole affair remain another Eleusinian Mystery?
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Prologue:
Metropolis 2010
Zod stood over Clark in the ruins of what used to be the bustling city of Metropolis. "Goodbye son of Jor-El," he said, and kicked Clark across the street to crash into a van.
"Clark!" Lois cried and ran to him, panicked.
However, Zod grabbed her first, preventing her from getting to Clark. Just then the huge Solar Towers that Tess built came crashing down, ending Zod's regime.
Zod immediately felt the difference as the red sun went away with the destruction of the Towers. When the yellow sun dawned bright and shining, Clark had all his powers again. He stands tall and proud at the end of the street, more than ready to face the General this time.
"Your reign of terror is over," he said, the commanding tone of his voice says just how strong he feels. "I'm sending Lois back in time to prevent this from ever happening."
Zod tried to attack, but he's powerless now and Clark easily defeats him. Clark grabbed the Legion ring from Zod, but Zod was still a cunning opponent and managed to stab Clark with the green kryptonite dagger that Lois had tossed to him earlier.
Almost in slow motion, Clark fell.
When Clark went down, Lois went ballistic. She tore across the ruined street, screaming, "Clark! Clark! Clark!" Skidding to a stop, she quickly dropped to her knees in front of him. Tears flow down her face and the anguish she experienced when she realized how injured he was is written all over her expressive face.
Panting and weak, Clark tried to hand her the ring. "Lois…take the ring."
She shook her head. She couldn't leave him like this. "No!"
"You have to….now," he insisted, even though, watching her leave is the last thing he wanted.
However, Clark was sure it was the only way to save the World from Zod. He would have to suffer through it.
"What if I never see you again?" she cried. The desperation in her voice was gut-wrenching as she cupped his face in her hands.
"You will," he told her confidently, and they kissed, each of them savoring this last second together before Lois put the ring on.
When she slipped it on her finger, air whooshed around them, and in a flash of bright light, Lois was gone; whisked away…back in time…
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Smallville February 15th, 2007
Lois Lane woke up feeling lethargic, exhausted…and yet…miraculously, somehow utterly satisfied. What happened last night? As she tried to uncover her memories…her temples started to throb furiously and her body started to ache—some good, others bad.
"Oh God!" she groaned and tried to kick the covers off, only to discover she was still wearing her boots in bed.
"What the hell…?" she grumbled, finally succeeding in getting untangled from her sheets. She looked down at herself and gasped at the sight of her blood stained clothes and the bandage wrapped around her hand. Lois tried to recall the night before, but it was all a blank. The last thing she remembered was the fortune teller she'd talked to after Jimmy and Chloe had tried to set her and Smallville up on a double date that had ended almost as quickly as it began. She remembered putting on that red lipstick and then…nothing.
She tried to focus on any event from after she'd put that damned lipstick on, but it was like there was a huge gaping hole in her memory. It was simply blank and if she tried to concentrate on it—her brain actually throbbed in enough pain to force her to let it go!
Stupefied and more than a little concerned, Lois began to take note of her (obvious) injuries. Her hand throbbed in pain, so she'd somehow injured it, but so did other parts of her. Parts, (she realized) that should only be sore after some seriously vigorous sex. However, as with most of the night, she had no memory of having sex. She frowned. She wasn't naked…so *why* was her body aching down there like she'd either gotten laid by a guy who was built like a horse or she'd had sex more than once last night?!
Her thoughts sent her into a momentary panic and she stumbled out of bed. Her head pounding so hard, that she put her fingers to her temples, trying in vain to rub the pain away. It was then she noticed the daring little black dress, lacy black bra and thigh high boots lying strewn about her floor and groaned all over again. She had no memory of putting that on or taking it off either!
"Okay keep it together…Maybe you played dress up?" she mumbled aloud, running a hand through her unruly hair. "I mean it's not like I'd just have sex with anyone…" Lois told herself as a wavy curl fell across her shoulder and down her chest. She started to wrap the curl around her finger nervously and it was then she noticed the change in color of her hair.
"What the…?"
Lois staggered into her bathroom and stared at herself in the mirror in stunned surprise at the image looking back at her.
"Oh my God…"she breathed fingering her hair.
Her hair wasn't the honeyed blonde she remembered. It was her natural color again, and Lois had absolutely no idea how it had happened!
"What the hell did I do last night?" She glanced down at her small trashcan—no box of hair dye. Why had she decided to go back to her natural color? And, how had she done it without leaving a trace of it behind in her bathroom?
The mystery of it all made Lois's head start to pound again, and she immediately picked up the phone to call Chloe—praying her cousin could fill her in, or at least, give her a clue on how to retrieve the missing hours of her life.
Later on that day: The Kent Farm.
Clark and his mother were talking in his loft when Lois showed up.
"Clark, girl alert!" she called out, heading up the stairs. "I never know what I'll find in a grown man's clubhouse." Lois noticed Martha then and flushed, looking embarrassed. "Oh, sorry Mrs. K."
"Hey Lois," Clark said a small smirk playing about his lips. His eyes widened though upon seeing Lois with dark hair. "What did you do to your hair?"
Lois's hand unconsciously went to her (now) dark locks. "Um…I was kind of hoping you could help me with that Smallville, considering I don't remember anything about the last twenty-four hours."
Martha, realizing this might become an awkward conversation greeted Lois warmly and made a hasty retreat from the loft.
Clark was still staring at her in shock at her sudden change and Lois stood there a moment looking nervous, but then her indomitable spirit kicked in and she brazened her way forward. "Okay look…I know the awkward meter is on red alert right now, but I need some answers here, and I hope you can provide them."
Clark noticed her bandaged hand then and took hold of her wrist, inspecting it quickly with his X-Ray vision. "Lois, what happened to you? How did you get injured?" he asked, brows lowering with concern.
"Um…yeah," she replied, glancing anywhere, but at him. "Well, that was one of the things I was hoping you could help me with. See, I talked to Chloe and she filled me in on…" she made a face, "Lois gone wild." She plopped down on the couch and kicked her booted feet up on the table in front of her. "But, I'm just missing a few of the details…about us and how I ended up with this," she said hesitantly, holding up her injured wrist. She then motioned to her hair, "And this too."
Clark shook his head, frowning. "Well, your hair was lighter and you weren't injured the last time I saw you."
"Yeah, Chloe said the same thing." She sighed loudly. "Great! It looks like I took 'Lois Gone Wild' to a whole new level last night!"
Clark didn't have an answer for her. She hadn't been hurt or brunette when he'd left the party dragging Lana behind him. "Lois, I wish I could help, but…" His words trailed off when he noticed that the totally inappropriate tattoo was gone. "Hey, what happened to—?"
"Yeah, I heard about the tattoo…" Lois interrupted, brushing her fingers against the unblemished skin where Chloe had sworn a tattoo that had said 'Lois and Clark Forever' had been emblazoned. "Thank God the ink wore off right away."
Forgetting about her weird injury and sudden change in hair color for a moment, Clark took full advantage of Lois's embarrassment. "Yeah, but I do remember you showing it to me…it said something like…" He paused and his smile was downright cocky, "Lois and Clark…Forever." Lois rolled her eyes while Clark's grin broadened. "Wow, Lois, I had no idea."
Not one to let him get the best of her even in this dire situation, she was quick with a comeback. "Yeah, well its gone now, so I guess forever isn't quite cracked up to be."
Clark snorted. "It appears so."
There was a long (uncomfortable) silence and Lois, in her usual style, went straight to the point of her visit. "Look, let's save the awkward banter, Smallville. I was obviously on something last night, but I need to know…" She paused, heart rate speeding up as she asked the most important question of the day. "Did we…?"
"Did we what?" Clark teased, not letting her off the hook. It was rare that he had Lois unnerved, and he wasn't about to let the opportunity to tease her like she did him slip through his fingers.
Lois huffed out a huge nervous breath. "Did we…?" Her eyes darted off and she added, "You know…?"
Clark couldn't help teasing her. "Lois, you're delusional. No. Nothing happened." But, even as he said the words, he couldn't hold her probing gaze and his face flushed a bright red as memories of her tongue in his mouth suddenly invaded his mind.
Lois was watching him intently and immediately noticed his blush; plus, he wouldn't look at her. Something was fishy here and Lois's instincts kicked in. "If nothing happened…then why won't you look at me? And why is your face a primary shade of red?"
Clark huffed out a defeated breath. He knew Lois and she wouldn't let it go, so he might as well come clean. "Okay…maybe a few things happened…we kind of made out," he said, hedging away from the topic.
"Kind of made out?" Lois snorted. "Either we did or we didn't, Smallville."
He let out a heavy breath. "Okay we did, but I was on something too," he reminded her, somewhat defensively. "Let's just chalk it up to…I don't know…temporary insanity while under the influence!"
Lois's tummy fluttered weirdly at the images her brain conjured up at that comment. Her and Clark kissing and possibly groping each other… It was bizarre, but even more strange was she could almost-*almost* still taste the way he kissed her, how his body felt pressed against hers, and it wasn't bizarre anymore. It was exciting.
Lois felt the sudden need to escape. "So…" she said, still confused on what had happened last night. "All we did was make out, right? I mean we didn't…go any further than that?"
Relieved she wasn't asking for any details, Clark relaxed. "No, Lois," he told her, his smile cocky again, "I think I'd remember."
Leaping to her feet, Lois tried to get back into their old banter, but when she went to sock him in the arm, she remembered her hurt hand and instead just smiled. "Yeah. Of course you would. Highlight of your life. Right?"
She turned to leave, but Clark's next words stopped her. "Though I did find something…" Lois turned slowly back around to face him. He was holding out a CD case. "I think you made it for me."
It was Whitesnake compilation of power ballads with a handmade case from her to Clark. Lois gulped as her stomach dropped. She took the CD back. "Whitesnake," she said softly, reeling. It was her favorite band and she couldn't imagine making it for someone she had no feelings for. Lois was completely stunned and for a moment it showed. "Wow. I must have really liked you," she mumbled, before turning on her heel and exiting the barn so fast, it was as if fire was nipping at her backside.
Clark stared after her, his cocky smirk fading as her words sunk in. He swallowed convulsively and told himself it was for the best that she didn't remember the chemistry they'd shared last night or in the alley a few weeks earlier. He was still confused about it himself. Not to mention his turmoil over Lana. Yeah, it was better this way, because Clark was pretty sure about one thing, Lois Lane would never be interested in him (at least without an aphrodisiac affecting her feelings). She'd gone out of her way over the last two years to make that abundantly clear.
Now if only *he* could forget how good it felt holding her in his arms and kissing her, everything could go back to normal…
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"Lois, I died when you left…"
"Well, I'm here now."
And then his mouth was on hers and it was every bit the heaven Lois had ever wanted from him. His kiss was strong and determined, but gentle, just like he was; and she reveled in his taste, quickly becoming addicted.
His hands made quick work of their clothes, promptly eliminating all the barriers between them, and then it was all naked writhing flesh. Feminine curves pressed against hard male muscle; moving together. Taking and giving, wild and unabashed, expressing their love in a way that feels familiar, but isn't. It's new and uncharted territory, but endlessly perfect.
He moved over her, aligning his muscular frame over hers. His blue/green gaze intense as he stared down at her; Lois could get lost in his eyes forever. He is simply *that* beautiful.
"You're the one," he said, and then her world tilted and exploded into tiny particles of pleasure as he entered her.
It was glorious.
Like the sun dawning on a cold winter's day. No longer forbidden; tomorrow wasn't even on their radar. Each and every molecule of their bodies was in the here and now. And, she was finally one with him.
She never wanted to go back…
And then he started to move inside her. Each stroke filling her over and over again with every solid inch he had to give, and she had never been so eager to be lost. She moved in time with the rhythm of his powerful thrusts, unable to focus on anything, or anyone—to think or even breathe—nothing outside this room mattered. Her entire being was centered on Clark, and the way he felt inside her.
"Lois…" he growled into her ear, his hot breath sending violent shivers down her spine.
Her nails raked his back as he hiked her thigh up higher on his hip and his rhythm increased, becoming erratic; each stroke of his hips coming faster and harder as he drove them higher towards the pinnacle of release. Lois wanted it to go on forever, but the white noise of impending orgasm buzzed along every neuron, flooding her brain with adrenaline, endorphins and the sweet relief of everything that was him. She buried her fingers in his hair, clutching hard, pulling, but he didn't offer even a whimper of complaint. Instead, it spurred him on and he plunged into her, his final strokes coming fast and hard, bringing them right to the edge, before the tingles of euphoria overwhelmed.
"Oh God…Yes! So close…please Clark!" Lois gripped his hips with her knees and slid her hands down his back to grasp his perfect backside, pulling him in even deeper as she balanced on the razor thin line of mindless ecstasy and sweet frustration. He thrust into her one last time, and then he threw his head back, shouting her name and flooding her body with the proof of his climax. The unhindered throb of his release triggered hers, and with a quiet sob, she went over the cliff with him, arching her back as raw, magnificent bliss surged throughout her entire body, plunging her into blessed oblivion…
In the aftermath, Lois reached for him, but he wasn't there. She cried out for him, searching, but found nothing but air surrounding her. She'd somehow lost his scent—his light. She was drowning; the darkness calling to her, but he wasn't in the darkness. He was the light, and she wanted to go into his light. She stumbled forward, and tripped…falling, his name ripping from her throat.
"Clark!" she gasped, bolting upright in her sleeping bag.
Lois was shaking. Her throat raw; Clark's name still fresh on her lips.
It had seemed so real. It always seemed so real.
And yet…her eyes darted around her tent.
She was alone.
She was always alone.
She wasn't naked in bed with Smallville. She was in a tent camped out in the Everglades, but she was soaked with sweat and trembling, her sex throbbing from another, almost violent orgasm, and it was all due to these dreams she'd been having about Clark Kent of all people.
Lois inhaled deeply, trying to come to terms with what was happening to her. These dreams had been coming for the last week and as usual now, monumental disappointment and frustration made her eyes water. The meaning behind her reaction was (of course) something she refused to look at, so she pushed it to the farthest reaches of her sub consciousness and ignored the glaring truth staring her in the face.
But in the darkest hours of the night, Lois knew…somehow, after the events of Valentine's Day… she'd developed a bizarre and disturbing crush on Smallville—farm boy extraordinaire!
The thought was so uncomfortable, Lois immediately put it in the vault in her mind that reads 'do not disturb'. She couldn't be lusting after Clark. It was just…too weird!
When she's finally calmed down, she huffed out a long breath and laid her head back down praying she can just go back to sleep without the encore performance that she knew would come sooner or later…the showdown with some creature she'd never met…a man—no monster, named Zod, who (no matter how many times she's tried to change it) always ends up stabbing and killing Clark at the end of her dreams.
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Five weeks later: March 22nd, 2007
The Apartment above the Talon:
Clark and Chloe were going over the information that Chloe gathered about the Fight Club and Titan when Lois blew into the apartment, dragging her luggage behind her.
Lois froze upon seeing Clark sitting in her apartment. It was only by sheer force of will that she didn't just turn around and head right back out the door. She had *not* expected to see him so soon, but Lois refused to run away. So instead, she brazened it out, determined to ignore how her tummy fluttered wildly at seeing him there in all his big and beautiful glory.
"Hey. Can you believe this?" she announced, dropping her baggage carelessly in front of the door. "I just spent the last three weeks traipsing through the swamplands of Florida…and because I couldn't find proof of the Chupacabra… like it ever existed," Lois added sarcastically. "Now, my editor wants to downsize me. If I don't come up with an article in the next 48 hours, I can say adios to my weekly paycheck."
Clark and Chloe looked up and then quickly averted their eyes from hers. Lois noticed them hovering around Chloe's laptop and the intenseness of their expressions. "Is that a story?"
Chloe immediately shut everything down. "No."
Lois sighed. "Okay, look, normally I'd be hands-off, but this puppy needs a bone. I've had a hell of a couple weeks. If I wasn't fighting off swamp bugs the size of small aircraft…I was tossing my cookies in the woods behind my tent half the time. Anything you could throw my way cuz would be greatly appreciated."
Lois studiously avoided looking at Clark. She was already on edge thanks to the erotic dreams or (sometimes) horrible nightmares she'd been having about him. Seeing him now—in the flesh—made her more than a little afraid he might see how rattled she was if she made eye contact. Lois had no intention of anyone (especially Smallville) finding out about her sci-fi porn/doom and gloom fantasies.
Concern flashed across Chloe's face. "You were sick?"
Lois shrugged. "A little, but I'm fine now."
Clark didn't like how flushed Lois was. She looked feverish and it concerned him. Lois was rarely sick. She had allergies and she got into more trouble than anyone he knew, but she was never sick-sick. His voice was soft with worry for her when he asked, "Lois, are you sure you're okay?"
Lois finally gathered the nerve to look at him, and as soon as she did, her heart raced and her palms started to sweat. She ruthlessly stomped the feeling down. The way she reacted to him irritated her, and Lois (as usual) took it out on Clark. "Aw, are you worried about me, Smallville?" she taunted, feeling a sick sense of satisfaction when his expression abruptly changed and he scowled at her. "Well, don't be," she said, glad he was no longer looking at her with that puppy dog expression of worried concern. "It's probably just some weird swamp virus…or, maybe it was that fried alligator and those nasty frog legs my guide tricked me into eating!"
Despite the fact that it bothered him that she had (once again) ridiculed him, Clark's lips twitched when she made a gagging noise and her face twisted into a grimace of distaste.
"Sounds fun," he quipped, his smile broadening when she shot him an annoyed look in return.
Chloe rolled her eyes at their bickering. "Lo, you look really warm. Maybe, you should just take it easy."
Lois's heart rate jacked up another notch. Chloe had an inquisitive mind and if she noticed Lois's nervousness and connected it with Clark…then Lois's goose was as good as cooked!
"I'm a little queasy, but it's not that bad," she replied, shrugging off Chloe's concern as she came over to try and get a peek at what they were working on. "Hopefully, whatever it was…I left it back in Florida." She gave Chloe a smile. "But, what I could really use is a story; something meaty to sink my teeth into and get my editor off my back. C'mon cuz…" she cajoled, "I'll owe you big time."
"Sorry Lois," Chloe said shutting her computer. "There's no story for the Inquisitor here. It's just a dead end."
Lois didn't miss the snide curl in Chloe's lip as she mentioned her paper and it rankled, but Lois let it slide. To add insult to injury, Clark added his two cents.
"I'm sure after a shower and a cappuccino; you'll come up with something in no time."
Lois ignored their snarky comments and shared non-verbal looks. She knew there was more to whatever they were investigating than what they were sharing, and while she felt the sting of being left out of the loop, it made her determined to get to the bottom of whatever they were so secretive about.
"Clark's right," Chloe chimed in, gathering up her things. "We'll give you some room."
"Yeah…sure," Lois said softly, keeping her emotions in-check.
Clark paused at the door. "Lois, are you sure you're okay?"
For a moment, their eyes met and Lois swore she saw a look of regret or maybe even something deeper there in the blue/green depths of his eyes, but just as it was turning interesting, Chloe grabbed hold of his arm and tugged Clark out the door.
Lois blinked as the door slammed shut after them. She shook her head. That look. It was intense and left her just a little bit breathless. It looked so much like the look he gave her in her dreams…right before he made love to her.
Lois quickly shoved those images and thoughts back into the darkest regions of her mind, focusing instead on what Clark and Chloe had been up to when she came in. She searched the desk and trash looking for any hints at what they'd been hiding. After she'd retrieved the picture that Clark had absentmindedly thrown away. She knew she had her lead. Being a military brat, she immediately recognized what it meant.
Lois smirked as she went over the photo. "FR-44," she said, "Fort Ryan. Hangar 44."
She'd beat Clark and Chloe to the scoop. This was a military operation and she knew her way around one of those. As a matter of fact, she was already going over her ideas on how she was going to get in...
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Fort Ryan:
Dressed in a full red leather body suit, Lois headed down a corridor of the military hangar numbered 44 at Fort Ryan. She could hear applause and the raucous cries of a large crowd and knew she was in the right place for her story. However, before she could get to her destination, an athletic blonde, with more piercings than should be legal, stopped her from entering the arena.
"Hey, there Puss in Boots. Where you going?" the woman said, aggressively blocking Lois's path.
Lois was quick on her feet and immediately came up with a back-up plan. "Whoa. Hey, my car overheated on the way to work, and I just needed some water for my radiator."
The blonde eyed her up and down in a way that made Lois realize the girl played for team 'all-girls'. "What are you all dressed up for, kitten?'
Getting into her role, Lois let her eyes droop, fluttered her lashes and gave the girl 'the look' that had more than one man falling at her feet. "I'm a dancer... at the Phoenix. Look my car broke down and I could really use your help," Lois added, sidling up just a little bit closer to the woman.
Athena, the woman in charge of running security and other operations for the Fight Club, was interested, but suspicious. "Well, I gotta tell you kitten…This place... is a little off the beaten path. How'd you even know we were back here?"
"Come on... help a girl out?" Lois said, definitely letting Athena think she was into her too. "I'll leave your name at the front door," she added, "You can watch my act. I do a killer stars-and-stripes routine."
Athena was sold. "Wait right here kitten…I'll be right back."
As soon as she was gone, Lois started taking pictures, but when Athena came back a little quicker than she anticipated, and with a gun, Lois again had to improvise.
"You're a very nosy girl, kitty-cat,"
Lois delivered a roundhouse kicked that sent the gun flying. They traded blows and a few more barbed words, before Lois kicked the blonde bimbo's ass!
Standing over her, Lois smirked down at the unconscious woman. "For your information…my Daddy is very proud of me…Kitty cat."
When Lois turned, she came face to face with a man standing there with a gun pointed directly at her. "If you were my little girl," he said leering at Lois and her skin tight suit. "I'd be proud too."
Lois rolled her eyes and wanted to gag at the lecherous way he checked her out, but without a viable choice for escape, she went with the gunman. At least, she was going to get an up close and personal look at what was really going on. She'd worry about escaping later…
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Okay…so yeah, I know 'Burn' isn't done, but this fic has just been *obsessing* me! I literally have this done. All the way to the ending, so I'll be posting rather quickly on it. The only thing left to write here is the epilogue—that is if you guys want one once you read the ending to this. ;)
Please review and feed the muse…they're like morsels of chocolate that keep her fat & happy & allow her inspire me! ;)