Stilletto Spoilers....

She sat up straight, sweat dripping down her back. She tasted blood on her lip, from her stopping herself from screaming. She hurried out of the bed and set out in a dead run for Clark's room. His door was opened just a crack, She tiptoed inside and stood over the bed watching him. She let out a sigh of relief, then he turned over and she saw the scar that was covering the bullet hole. She cringed as his face crinkled up as he slept,

"Why did you do that, Clark? I nearly lost you. If he'd had better aim," Her voice trailed off as he opened his eyes,

"Lois?" He sat up and turned on the light, "Are you okay?" She took a deep breath, Clark scooted over on the bed to give her room. She sat down and looked at him,

"I had a nightmare." She blinked back tears,

"About what Lois?"

"About today. That creep that beat up Jimmy and about that." She pointed to the scar, Clark wrapped his arms around her. She hugged him, afraid that he might disappear.

"Lois, I'm okay. This was nothing, I've had worse." Clark whispered to her, she was startled when he kissed her hair,

"Clark, I swear if you ever scare me like that again." She threatened, tears soaking his shirt. Clark let out a low chuckle.

"Just relax Lois. Let it out," And she did, she cried. She told him all about her dream, about how she developed a coffee addiction, and just little things she had never told him.

"So you pretend to hate blueberry pancakes because your mom made them for you?"

"It was the only thing that was just mine, when she had Lucy she made me those special pancakes every morning. My dad and Lucy hated Blueberries, but my mom and I loved them. It was like our special bond."

"My dad always made these weird dinners if mom wasn't gonna be home for dinner. One time she came home early and he had made something he called Hamburger Pie. She took a bite and swallowed it before telling us we were going out to dinner. When we got home she dumped it outside and he never knew."

"Wow, your dad was a good cook by the time I got here. I guess he had lots of practice?"

"Yeap, he did. There was this one time...." He looked down at her and she was asleep, he smiled and laid her down on the bed. He moved off the bed,

"Clark," She mumbled sleepily,

"Yes Lois?"

"Stay with me tonight?" She mumbled, he looked at her face, she looked fragile and innocent.

"Sure, Lois." He walked back over to the bed and laid down on one side, she curled up on the other and he fell asleep.....