Title: Like We Used To

Author: Rebeca (rebecavaldez on Ksite, RebecaV on FF) & Ava (adoredclois on Ksite)

Pairing: Clois (Clark and Lois)

Timeframe: Hmm, around 2011 to 2012, fourteen months and seven days after the whole Salvation ordeal.

Rating: PG - PG 13

Disclaimer: We don't own Smallville or the characters on the show... if we did, do you think we would have put up with Clana for all those years.

A/N: This was a story I wrote along with adoredclois on Ksite forums. I haven't talked to her in years nor do I have a way to contact her, but I hope she wouldn't mind me bringing the story over here.

Short summary: After the whole Zod fiasco, Clark disappeared in order to finish his training and truly become Superman. Once returning, he finds that the woman he left, without saying goodbye to, has moved on to Richard White.

Prologue

Another lonely morning. You know, you would think being Superman, I wouldn't be lonely. As Superman, I have everything I want. But as Clark Kent, I have nothing; Clark Kent is who I am. But without Lois Lane, there is no Clark Kent.

I can feel her breath as she's sleepin' next to me,

Sharing pillows and cold feet.

She can feel my heart, fell asleep to its beat,

Under blankets and warm sheets.

Every morning, I wake up and do the exact same thing. I imagine her sleeping next to me. Her cute little nose digging into the side of my chest, her breath slowly being released into the air. Us sharing a pillow, and down below our two feet are intertwined. She once said how my heartbeat was the most relaxing thing and that each night that was her own personal lullaby. Little did she know that her heartbeat was the only thing I ever heard; and we laid together under the blankets and the warm sheets. Just Lois and Clark.

If only I could be in that bed again...

If only it were me instead of him...

As I fly over the city before I head to work, I make one stop, the one stop I make every morning at the exact same time. I stop on the balcony and look into the room. I said I would always be watching over her. Watching over her and wishing that I was in that bed again with her, if only it were me instead of him.

Does he watch your favorite movies?

Does he hold you when you cry?

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?

Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"

Does he do all these things, like I used to?

I can't help but think if he does everything she wants. Does he watch her favorite movies? God knows she loves the Jaws series or does he hold her hand when she cries. It's rare when she cries but when she does, she's even more beautiful when you see her in a rare vunerable state. And that feeling you get inside of you when you know that you are the one making her feel better. Or does he still let you ramble on about all your favorite parts even though we all know because you've seen it a million times. Maybe he sings to all your music while you dance to all those songs… I wonder if he does all these things, like I used to?

Fourteen months and seven days ago...

Oh, I know you know,

How we felt about that night.

Just your skin against the window...

Oh, we took it slow,

And we both know...

It should've been me inside that car.

It should've been me instead of him... in the dark.

It was fourteen months and seven days ago when I left her. I didn't even tell her I was going away, and maybe I do really know how she felt about that night. Everything about our relationship was slow, because deep down we were scared, really scared. We both knew this relationship was it and that it couldn't be ruined. We didn't want it to be ruined. When I finally returned a few weeks ago, I went straight to the roof to see if she was still going to our phone booth. When I looked down, I saw her get in the car with some man after giving him a brief kiss. It should have been me inside that car, it should be me instead of him, but I stayed in the dark.

Does he watch your favorite movies?

Does he hold you when you cry?

Does he let you tell him all your favorite parts when you've seen it a million times?

Does he sing to all your music while you dance to "Purple Rain?"

Does he do all these things, like I used to?

I let a single tear fall down as he got up and kissed her on the cheek. She turned over and smiled at him then got up to go get some coffee. While on her way over she stopped and picked up a movie. Our movie. The movie we always watched together. As she started to cry he walked over to her and began to hold her. She lets out a smile and begins to tell him all her favorite parts of the movie, she says it's just an emotional movie that hits home for an odd reason. He just nods not knowing the truth about how a simple movie could mean so much to her. He walks over to the iPod and plays music as she begins to dance while getting coffee. He laughs at her and she laughs back. I guess I just got the confirmation that he does all these things, just like I used to.

I know, love, (I'm a sucker for that feeling.)

Happens all the time, love, (I always end up feelin' cheated.)

You're on my mind, love, (or so that matter when I need it.)

It happens all the time- love, yeah.

I walked back into my house and opened up a book that was dear to me. A book that stored a bunch of memories. That book contained many pictures of Lana. Love is what I once felt for her, and I was always the one cheated in that relationship. But looking at the picture and thinking of what I once had was nothing compared to what I feel now. The truth is, I can never get Lois off of my mind. It happens all the time.

Will he love you like I loved you?

Will he tell you everyday?

Will he make you feel like you're invincible with every word he'll say?

Can you promise me if this is right:

Don't throw it all away?

Can you do all these things?

Will you do all these things...

Like we used to?

Oh, like we used to...

I casually walked into the Daily Planet like I do everyday and walked to my desk that was straight across from hers. While entering the bullpen, I noticed him sitting on her desk while she played with his hands. He smiles at her, and she smiles at him but it's not the same smiles that we shared. He tells her that he has to go and that he loves her. She gets up and gives him as a kiss and he proceeds to walk away. Will you love her lover her like I love her? Are you going to tell her everyday? She turns back away and turns to face me, she quickly says hello and sits back down. She then proceeds to say how he makes her feel so invincible and how wonderful he is to her. I just smiled in agreement.

A few minutes passed and I looked back up watching her intensely. I asked her if she could promise me something. She asked what it was. I asked her to keep this all and to not throw it away. Do all the things that make her happy, stuff like we used to. She says they do, but if they did, she would be happier. If he started doing the stuff that I used to, maybe she would be happier, just maybe be like we used to.

TBC

Song: Like We Used To by A Rocket To The Moon