Prologue
Well, I'm back. This story was inspired by a dream I had some time ago. Also, for the record, I do not plan on this story being as long as They Call me Dove. So grab a cup of hot chocolate, and enjoy!
Disclaimer: Only own the idea, nothing else. I wish I did, though.
It had been a busy night for Clark Kent. He and Lois Lane had been working on a terrorist story, when they realized just a little too late that they where walking into a trap. Clark managed to stall them long enough to change to Superman and get Lois out of harms way. But there was something bugging him, something he felt he missed. Lois had been acting strangely the past couple of days. Clark's only question was why? Clark was still pondering that question when he drifted off to sleep. He woke with a start. Someone had touched him. He was sure of it. He looked around. No one was there. "Must be nerves." He said to himself. He was just about to lay back down when the lamp nearest his bed turned on by itself. Standing by his bed was a girl. Hurriedly, Clark grabbed his glasses.
"Don't bother, Clark." She said with a small smile. It was a smile that Clark recognized instantly as a mischievous, but still playful smile. It was one that he had seen on Lois many times. Lois. Clark nearly jumped out of bed. The girl was a younger version of Lois. The eye coloring, the build, the voice, all screamed Lois. The girl started to giggle.
"What's wrong Clark? Haven't you seen a pretty girl before?" The girl stopped giggling. "Clark, there's something you need to do. Lois is in danger. I need you to keep an eye on her."
"What kind of danger?"
"She's in danger from herself. She doesn't understand that it wasn't her fault that...Clark?...Clark, are you listening?" but Clark was no longer listening. The power of sleep overpowered him, and he drifted off into an uneasy sleep.
Be nice and reveiw, and I'll post another chapter or two.