Rated: PG or K+
Genre: General/Sci-fi
Summary: Sequel to Blast to the Past. In this version, the 1994 Lois deals with the shock and surprises in the future, especially about her mild-mannered partner.
Disclaimer: I do not own or am I affiliated with Lois and Clark. I'm a humble writer and fan of this brilliant series, which ended too soon.
A/N: This story will fill in the gaps that were missing in Blast to the Past as well as the past Lois reacting to future Clark. I had just as much fun writing this as the first one. You don't have to read the first one in order to follow this one since everything would be explained, but they do come full circle of each other. Reviews would be greatly appreciated and I hope you enjoy!
Blast from the Past
By: Erik'sTrueAngel
Chapter 1
"Ahhh!" Lois groaned, slipping off her black high heels. The clock read 3:35 AM and the events of the night were finally catching up to her. She just came back from the hospital after making sure Lex Luthor was going to be all right.
And what a night it had been!
It all started off with her source getting arrested. She was on her way to the opera with the billionaire and she had to make a stop at the Planet to edit her article. Then terrorists busted in and took the paper hostage. Unfortunately, Lex was injured and almost bled to death were it not for Clark Kent, her partner and best friend.
Lois didn't want to think what could have happened if Clark hadn't reacted in time. She cared a lot for Lex. She wasn't sure if she loved him, but she did have feelings for him and that night heightened everything. She was positive her heart almost stopped beating when Lex became unconscious.
But thank God for Clark.
And Superman.
The hero didn't disappoint as he managed to save the day. And her life too. It seemed to be constant theme in their relationship. Not that she would complain. In fact, she loved the thrill, knowing that Superman would always be there to catch her when she falls. Perhaps, it sounded almost arrogant. She depended on Superman to be there. And so far, she had been lucky.
But not Lex. He took a bullet in order to save her life and her friends. For some odd reason, that meant more than Superman saving her. Maybe because Superman was invulnerable? He could never get hurt, but a man… a man could.
She was being silly. She loved Superman. That was one thing that came in loud and clear. She was in love with the superhero. The thing with Lex… was only emotions running high because of the situation. There was no way she was comparing Lex to Superman.
God, I am so tired and my feet are killing me!!
Lois rode with Lex to the hospital where he got his injury stitched up and had to stay overnight with an IV. Before she left, she noticed his coloring was returning back to normal and he had fallen asleep while she sat by his bedside. Lois was relieved that Lex was all right.
Now she was all too happy to be back at home. Wearing heels as long as these wasn't a smart idea, not that she planned to. It was pity she didn't get a chance to show them off, but another time maybe. Hopefully, there wouldn't be another terrorist problem.
Lois walked on her toes, wincing every time she made contact with the floor. Her toes were aching and her heels burned like no other. At last she was in her bedroom. She unzipped her dress and left it pooling on the floor. Right now, she could care less if it wrinkled. She would get it dry-cleaned if need be.
Getting her pajamas on proved to be an interesting task. The pain from her feet had begun to spread throughout her body. Yup, the night was really catching up to her.
She collapsed on top of the bed, closing her eyes. Mentally, she willed the throbbing to wilt away.
"If only I had heat vision," she mumbled. That was the answer. A little zap of heat to soothe and ease the sore muscles. Briefly, Lois contemplated calling for Superman. She couldn't help giggling at the image of him flying in, thinking she was in major trouble, only to find her a victim of high heels.
She did attempt to massage her feet on her own, but her whole body protested and she was too exhausted to stay awake any longer.
Lois ended up passing out, sprawled on top of the bed, her feet dangling over the edge. When morning came, she had the strangest dream of floating and this warm sensation alleviating her soreness. She woke to being under the covers and her head pressed against the pillow.
She couldn't remember if she ever righted herself, but she didn't care at the moment. Lois was comfy and relaxed. It was Sunday after all and she could sleep in for as long as she wanted to.
xxXXxx
"Sorry I asked," Cat said, not sure what everyone's problem was. All she asked was how their weekend went and all she got were these annoyed looks. Excuse her for making friendly small talk.
"I see Lex sent you flowers," Clark commented, leaning forward in his desk to look at his beautiful partner.
"Yeah. Wasn't that sweet?" she replied, softly fingering the pink petals.
"Uh-huh." Clark tightened his jaw.
She made a point in rolling her eyes at him and sighing. Clark's previous words of warning repeated in her head.
"You don't know him like I do."
What did Clark know? It wasn't like he spent any time with the billionaire like she did. Grant it, Clark wasn't dating Lex, but he hardly ever interviewed the man. Lois brushed it off as petty jealousy. She was having a good time with Lex. It wasn't like she was getting serious with him. And Clark wasn't going to make her feel guilty about whom she spent her time with or who she received flowers from.
However, what Lois didn't know, was that Clark did spend some time with Lex. Not as a reporter, no. But as his super alter ego. The man was a crafted villain, manipulative and sneaky, and the epitome of evil in mankind. He killed, cheated, stolen, lied, and God knew what else to become the third richest man with the kind of power a person could only dream of having.
And worst. Clark was one of the few people who knew Lex's true character. The man had fooled everyone, especially Lois Lane, the intrepid reporter. And she was blind.
It didn't help that during the terrorist hostage situation Lex made himself look like the hero while Clark was the passive fool. No one would listen to Clark's reasoning. Everyone wanted action and Lex ended up with a bullet in the shoulder. Not that Clark took pleasure in seeing him hurt, but at least it gave Clark the opportunity to forge a plan without interruptions. Yet, he had to deal with the consequence of watching Lois fawn over Luthor. If anything, Clark wished he was the one who had the bullet and had Lois' sympathy.
Then again, how could he when it would simply bounce off him?
Cruel fate.
Damn Superman.
At least Superman had some glory, Clark thought bitterly. But not good old Clark Kent.
However, Clark didn't have much time to sit around and mope about his shortcomings as there was a leak at Metropolis Power Plant. Discretely disappearing, he undid his tie and broke the barrier to save the day.
xxXXxx
Lex moaned softly as his shoulder panged as he carefully slipped his business jacket on. The wound still ached, but not as bad as it did a couple days ago. What a horrible way to end a date with a dazzling creature as Lois Lane. Yet, he was victorious in that she sided with him over Kent and claimed her attention after being shot. All in all, Lex supposed the night hadn't been a total disaster. Not when he saw the anger on Kent's face. That was priceless.
"How are you feeling today sir?" The deep, British accent interrupted Lex's musings.
"Quite well Nigel," he replied with a grin. "Great to be alive in fact."
The older gentleman nodded. "Would you like me to go over your schedule?"
"No. Cancel everything."
"Everything? Are you sure you're all right sir?"
"Never better." Lex walked over to his desk, opened a drawer, and took out a cigar. Twirling it between his fingers, he turned to Nigel. "Nigel. Have you ever had a close death experience?"
Nigel St. John chuckled. "Too many to count sir. Why do you ask?"
"Well, the night at the Planet really put things in perspective for me. I've been thinking about this particular thing for some time now and after being held hostage and shot… let's say I don't want to waste another moment."
"Sir?"
"I'm going to ask Lois Lane to marry me," came the reply.
The English valet stared at his employer. "Do you think that wise?"
"Come now Nigel." Lex tsked. "I love her more than I have ever loved a woman. She's everything that makes her my equal. And that one night showed me I shouldn't wait any longer. It was a sign."
"Yes but sir," Nigel said. "Do you think Ms. Lane would accept?"
"That's the tough question." Lex perched at the edge of his desk. "As my wife, there is a lot to be expected. Socials, parties, traveling, etc, etc. There would be little time for her to hold down a career, let alone continue working at the Planet."
"Which means she wouldn't say yes," Nigel finished.
"Correct."
"So what do you propose to do then sir?"
"Simple Nigel. Divide and conquer. I'll be her only savior." He placed the cigar between his lips and lit up.
"How will that be done?"
"The Planet is her life. She lives and breathes that paper so the only solution is to take it away from her."
Nigel smiled. "I see. Would you like me to put in a call with the board of directors?"
Lex blew out smoke rings. "You know me so well Nigel."
Yes, he will have Lois Lane as his wife. If it was the last thing Lex Luthor would do.
xxXXxx
A week and a half past and Perry had his office rebuilt after it was practically destroyed in the attempt to retrieve stolen money from decades ago. Slowly, everything had been returning back to normal. However, Lois was anxious.
When she went to cash in her paycheck it bounced. The boys upstairs assured the staff that it was a minor miscalculation and that the next checks will have no problems. It wasn't like Lois was in a desperate need of money. She was doing pretty well on what she had in her accounts, but that would only last for so long. And even though she didn't live on paycheck to paycheck, they were other staffers who did.
"Do you think those Big Whigs would allow Superman to balance the books?" Jimmy asked, plopping down next to her desk. "That way we know our checks would be good."
"Hard to say Jimmy. We just have to wait and see for the next one," Lois told the younger man.
He sighed. "I hope it is a 'miscalculation' that would be straightened out. Because I'm not exactly rolling in the dough sort of speak."
"Why? Do you need some extra money?" she asked.
"No. I'm okay. Just voicing my concerns."
"Well, if you do, don't hesitate."
"Thanks Lois."
"No problem." She grinned. "Morning Clark!"
"Morning Lois, Jimmy." Clark came over with two coffees in hand. "Here you go Lois."
"Ahh…" she breathed, accepting the steaming mug. "Did you try to cash your check?"
"Not yet. Why?"
"Don't bother C.K. It's bad," Jimmy told him.
"What? You have to be kidding me."
"Wish we were. I told Lois we should get Superman to take care of the financial end. We know he'll be honest."
"Olsen!" Perry bellowed.
"Duty calls. I'll see you guys later."
Lois took a sip from her drink and hummed. "Do we have any good leads?"
"Not really. I talked to Henderson about the two murders about being linked, but so far there hasn't been any evidence that proves it."
"Lovely. Meanwhile, we could possibly have a serial killer on our hands, but there is no way of backing it up."
"You think we should go back to the crime scenes and look again?"
She shrugged. "Might as well give it a try."
Her desk phone started to ring. "Let me get this. Hello?"
"Lois! I hope I didn't catch you at a bad time."
"Actually, you did Lex. Clark and I are about to head off."
"Oh, well, I'll be brief. I called to see if you wanted to reschedule our date. We never did get a chance to see Madame Butterfly."
"Right. Well, I don't know Lex. I don't think I have any evenings free."
"How about lunch then?"
"Lunch? I think I can do that. Does Wednesday sound good?"
"Wednesday is great. I'll see you then."
"Okay. Bye."
Lois hung up and Clark tapped his foot impatiently. "Luthor?"
"Yes. Don't give me that look Clark. It's very unbecoming."
"I'm not giving you a look."
"Yeah right, Kent." Lois shook her head. "C'mon. Let's go."
Unfortunately, the investigation came to a dead end. They couldn't find any clues that would help their story or the detectives until they got a call from Henderson, claiming that a man turned himself in confessing he did the murders. Lois and Clark spent majority of the afternoon at the police station gathering facts and quotes for their article. The investigation wasn't closed just yet, but a confession might help the police put together a case.
It was late in the evening by the time Lois got back to her apartment. She was starving and she wanted to take a nice, long bath.
But food first.
Going through her cupboards and refrigerator, Lois had nothing but old Chinese take-out.
Grumbling to herself, she got the phone and dialed for a pizza to deliver. While waiting for the pizza boy, she decided to see what was on TV. Naturally, nothing good was to be found. Thirty minutes later there came a rapt knock on her door.
Shutting the television off, Lois hopped to her feet. "About time!" she unlocked the door and opened it. "Okay, how much do I—"
Her words were cut off as a figure shoved a cloth against her mouth and nose.
TBC…