Undercover

Spoilers- General stuff, except for the reintroduction of Kara.
Disclaimer- Characters all belong to people who are not me.
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Kara Zor-el crossed her arms and tapped her foot impatiently. She huffed and started to mutter unfavourable things about her cousin.

There was a yelp from behind the closed storage room door. "Kara!"

Kara rolled her eyes. "Hurry up, Kal. We're going to miss the party."

"Kara, I'm really not comfortable with this." Clark's voice was still muffled behind the door.

Kara sighed and leaned against the wall. "Clark, Kal, you promised. I can't do this by myself. They'd never believe me as a biker."

"And I can pull it off?"

"You've got the muscle mass," Kara stated calmly. "If they question you, just give them that Superman glare. You know, the real stern one. The one that lets them know they're really in trouble."

"Kara!"

"Kal, if we don't go tonight they're going to kill someone. The biker gang have been escalating their attacks and-"

Clark sighed this time. "All right, all right. "Just give me a moment to get used to the pants."

Kara snorted with laughter. "There's no one here, Kal. Stop being a wuss and get out here."

A pointed clearing of a throat made Kara spin around and come face to face with a scowling, dark haired woman.

Kara knew that scowling face. She had seen it at Kal's apartment. It was Lois Lane.

Kara tensed in shock. This was not good.

"Ah. Hello." Kara wiggled her fingers awkwardly.

Lois raised an eyebrow as she looked over the leather-clad girl. "Hello."

Kara shifted from foot to foot. "Can I, ah, help you?"

Lois' raised eyebrow hitched up even higher. "Yeah, you can tell your friend to get the hell out of the Daily Planet's storage room before I call security."

Kara bit her lip to stop herself from grinning. She tapped a knuckle against the door.

"You heard the lady, Clark."

Lois blinked. Surely it couldn't be the same-

Oh.

My.

God.

Lois' breath caught in her throat and her jaw hung open.

Clark ducked his head and rounded his shoulders.

He cleared his throat awkwardly. "Hi, Lois."

Kara smirked and mumbled under her breath, "She's in shock."

"Clark?" Lois questioned in disbelief.

She poked him in the chest to see if he was real.

Clark grimaced and rubbed the spot where she poked him. Little tingles of heat were spreading through his chest.

Lois raked her eyes over him again. She had never realized that those god-awful suits were hiding this.

Clark shifted his weight from foot to foot. The leather pants Kara had all but forced him into creaked with each movement.

Lois swept her eyes over him again. His hair was wilder than she had ever seen it. A dark, blue-black five o'clock shadow added an uncharacteristic air of menace. A black leather jacket emphasized broad shoulders and a white wifebeater clung to a sculpted chest. Skintight black leather pats sinfully molded long powerful legs.

The dark rimmed glasses, however, would have to go.

"Oh, whoa."

Kara chuckled. "See, I told you no one would recognize you."

Clark frowned. "I don't know. I still think it's too much leather. Why can't I just wear jeans?"

Clark turned slightly to talk to Kara, giving Lois a view of his leather-clad rear.

"Well, lets ask Lois then," Kara said. "What do you think, Lois? Jeans or leather pants?"

The leather, definitely the leather," Lois said in a rush, her face pink.

Clark blushed as Kara laughed gently.

Kara looped her arm through Clark's. "It was nice to meet you, Lois, but I'm afraid we have to go."

Kara started to tug Clark away. "C'mon, cousin. Wee have some bikers to stop and a story to investigate."

Clark allowed himself to be dragged away. He looked over his shoulder and called back a plaintive 'bye' to Lois.

Within seconds they were in the elevator and out of the newsroom.

Lois blinked rapidly. "What the hell just happened?"

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