Summary: This is set after episode Hidden. Everything upto Hidden stands, except that Clana did not do the dirty deed. They are together, and wanted to but did not get round to it at this point in time. Chloe saved the Smallville from the Missiles. Clark has his powers back, Thanks to Jor-el.

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At 7.18am on 24th October 2005 the unthinkable happened. Clark Kent was pronounced dead after sustaining a deadly gunshot wound to his left lung.

The perpetrator was Gabriel Duncan, a former Smallville High Student hell-bent on the destruction of all meteor freaks even if it meant destroying Smallville in the process.

Lois was heading back to town from a visit to Lucy when she got the call from a hysterical Chloe. Chloe had managed to save Smallville after she shut down the missiles in the silo.

Unfortunately there was one casualty – Lois's world fell apart.. To make matters worse his body was missing from the hospital.

The rain was making it even harder to see where she was going. Then all of a sudden a man appeared in the middle of the road. She swerved hard and almost ended up in a ditch, but she managed to bring the car to a safe stop.

"What the hell..." Lois exclaimed as she climbed out the car to see if the person was okay

"Oh my god! Are you ok? Are you hurt?" Lois asked concerned.

The man who was dressed only in blue pants and pyjama top turned round. Lois almost passed out. It was Clark, looking dishevelled and lost, soaked right through.

She ran up and hugged him, frightened to leave go in case he disappeared.

"Clark, are you ok?" asked Lois

Clark gave her a confused look. "Clark..., do I know you, miss?"

There was not one hint of recognition on his face. He seemed to have lost his memory again.

Oh no, not again... déjà vu, Lois thought to herself

Lois helped get Clark into her car. He seemed pretty calm, just lost.
She had to get to the bottom of this. Clark had been pronounced dead a few hours ago, but here he was wandering along a road in the middle of nowhere. The hospital must have got it wrong. He musn't have died after all. His mom and dad and Lana would be stoked that he was still alive.

"Can you remember anything at all?" asked Lois.

"No, nothing. I do not know who I am, or where I am from. But you obviously do. Clark, is that my name?" Clark looked upset

"Well we need to get you back to Smallville and to your family. Maybe that will help trigger your memories." But before Lois could get up much speed, Clark grabbed the steering wheel and sent the car into a spin.

The car came to a standstill. Lois looked at Clark "What did you do that for."

Clark was panicking. He actually looked scared. "I cannot remember anything but something in my gut tells me that going back to Smallville is the worst thing to do. We have to get as far away as possible. If you don't take me I will get out and walk."

Lois was puzzled. "Why did he not want to go back home?" Then it struck her...

Amnesia is one subject Lois had become an expert in since her little run in with Clark in the cornfield. Maybe it was the journalist in her but she became obsessed with amnesia and had read every book and journal article she could find on the subject. She never thought such knowledge would come in handy.

Clark's reaction to driving towards Smallville lead Lois to believe that he was suffering from post traumatic amnesia. She had heard about plenty of cases from her dad to realise it was the most likely diagnosis. It must have been the shooting and experiences in the hospital.

She knew from her experience that Clark's memory could come back by itself but it was vital that he felt safe and secure. So if he wanted to drive away from Smallville, well so be it. It could be a slow process. She would look after him. It felt right.

Clark barely spoke a word for the next few hours and Lois knew not to push things. They pulled up at a service station to grab something to eat. Lois bought him a fresh change of clothes at the adjoining hunting shop. Anything was better than the hospital attire he changed out of.

Lois ordered his favourite meal in the hope it may trigger his memories. He ate some of it, but spent the rest of the time chasing the food around his plate. He had definitely lost his sparkle. There was no sign of the old Clark. It was like looking at a zombie. His eyes were dead.

While Clark had been getting changed, Lois had texted Martha to tell her that she was with Clark, and he had amnesia but she would not be bringing him back for a few days and that they would have to trust her. Martha replied, saying she trusted Lois to bring Clark home safely.

That almost brought a tear to Lois's eye. The Kents were like the parents that Lois never had. She loved them dearly. She did not let on to Clark about the text. Hopefully they would not try and track them down.

Lois did not know where to head so just drove north for a few more hours until they came across a motel. It was not the best looking accommodation in the world, but it would do.

Lois was tired from driving and needed a good nights sleep and so did Clark.
Lois booked a twin room. She wanted to share so she could keep an eye on Clark. Hopefully he would not mind. Saying that he was not registering much on the emotional scale at the moment, so he did not comment. They got into the room and to Lois's horror the twin room turned out to be a double.

Lois decided the first thing she needed was a shower, if you could call it a shower. On getting out she noticed that Clark was fast asleep on the bed, she put on her pyjamas and climbed in the bed next to him. She was pretty sure she could trust him to be a gentleman

Lois awoke the following morning to the feeling of pressure on her lips. She opened her eyes and froze. Clark was kissing her. What the ..., she thought. She jumped out of bed and flew to the other side of the room.

Clark looked like a naughty child about to be scolded.

Lois shouted. "What did you do that for?"

Clark replied sheepishly. "I just thought if I kissed my girlfriend, it could bring some memories back for me."

"Girlfriend, what makes you think that we are together?" Lois inquired, shocked by what had just transpired.

"The fact I woke up and you were in bed with me." Clark looked hopefully at her, as though he was grasping at things to help him remember.

For some reason, Lois decided to go along with the pretence. It was the calmest and most animate she had seen Clark since picking him up yesterday. It wouldn't hurt, would it.

After all she had to keep him calm until his memory returned otherwise he could flee.

"Well I suppose I am..." Lois said with a smile.

Lois was going to enjoy this. It meant Smallville would actually be nice to her for a change, rather than those snide comments he had a habit of making. Mind you the thought of her and Smallville together was so laughable.

Clark fell back asleep for a while. Lois looked at the map and decided to head to Webster Reservoir. She remembered Chloe mentioning some lovely log cabins on the edge of the reservoir so she booked one. It would give them the peace and quiet Clark needed to get his memories back.

When Clark was putting his shirt on, Lois noticed his dressing on his midline was covered in blood and made a mental note to get some medical supplies on the way to the cabin

The drive upto Webster was a little strange to say the least. Clark was so much more chatty and kept giving her goofy smiles. She thought it would make her uncomfortable but to be honest it made her feel all warm and fuzzy inside. She could not work out why she was reacting this way after all there had never been an attraction between them, or had there...

The cabin was more romantic than she could ever imagine. The setting was perfect. Then she pulled herself up, what was she thinking - romantic, why would she want it to be romantic. Clark helped unload the supplies that they had acquired on the drive up.

There was a welcoming log fire which was freshly lit for their arrival. It was a complete contrast to the seedy motel they had stayed in the previous night. Lois looked around. There was a lovely cosy bedroom with a homemade patchwork quilt lying across the bed. This is the sort of place she could imagine having a honeymoon. God what was happening to her.

Lois unpacked and asked Clark to lie on the bed.

Clark smiled, "It is a bit sudden Lois, we have just got here. I don't even remember you, but if you insist..."

Lois was flustered, "No Clark, I am going to change your dressing."

Clark had not asked many questions but he did inquire about his wound and how he got it.

Lois did not go into specifics but informed him he had had an accident. She started to take the dressing off, he didn't even flinch Underneath she found no sign of a wound.

"How is that? There was so much blood on the dressing, yet it looks here as though there was never a wound here."

The hospital had obviously done an expert job of closing the wound. No one would heal that quickly, Lois thought. The main problem was that Clark was so far gone with amnesia. How else would you explain the fact he believed Lois was his girlfriend.
Lana and Clark were so in love, so hot and heavy at the minute.

What Lois couldn't explain was the feelings she often had when she saw Clark and Lana devouring each other. If there was any word to describe it would be jealously, but she didn't know why. Why had she decided to pretend to be Clark's girlfriend, was it to protect him or because she wanted to be just that.

Lois and Clark bickered all the time, just like children, but underneath there was something there, well at least Lois felt something. Mind you with her track record with men, she was probably reading too much into it. Clark only had eyes for one woman and they were meant to be together to ever.

Lois liked Lana but she did find her a bit sickly sweet and no one could be that sweet all the time. Lois was convinced she had another angle, another side to her. She had often voiced this opinion to Chloe but had been told she was talking nonsense.

It was odd but even though he had no memories, Clark felt safe and happy within the cabin with Lois. She was one amazing lady, he was lucky to have ended up with her. He could not remember her and their history, but he felt an amazing connection with her, as though they were meant to be together. He found himself looking at her constantly. He wondered what their relationship was like, no doubt it was passionate. He was so attracted to her.

Lois was feeling a little uncomfortable. Clark obviously didn't realise that Lois was noticing those looks he was giving. The atmosphere over dinner had been tense. It was affecting her body and she seemed to have no control over it. She could have ripped his clothes off at any moment. Why was she attracted to him, he had Lana. Once his memories came flooding back, Lois knew she would be tossed aside in favour of Princess Lana.

Clark was steadily getting closer to her around the table. "Why don't we go and sit on the sofa in front of the fire. It is looks much more comfortable."

"Sorry Clark, I better wash up first." She said as she headed to the sink and started washing up.

Just then she felt a warm breath on the back of her neck and a pair of strong arms sliding around her waist. She knew she should react and push him off but she was paralysed. She felt his soft lips making contact with the back of her neck. The feelings of pleasure from one touch of his lips were indescribable.

She felt herself asking Clark to stop in her head, but it was half-hearted. She wanted him to continue. She had never felt electricity like this and all from Clark, the person she would last expect would have it in him. It must have been the amnesia, because he couldn't be this passionate normally, or could he. God if he was Lana was one lucky *****.

It took all of her strength but Lois pushed Clark away. "Clark, we can't, not here, not now."

"Why not? We must do it often enough normally. I want you, with or without my memories. You must feel the attracton between us." Clark looked devastated with the rejection

Lois had to think quickly, she fired back. "We have never gone that far before."

Clark couldn't believe what he was hearing. There is no way with the chemistry between these two that they had not been tempted to take it further.

"You're kidding, why not? We must both be so frustrated." Clark suggested.

"No Clark, it just has never happened. The time has never been right." Lois wasn't lying, was she

"Well, maybe now is the right time. We're alone, no disruptions. I don't want to pressure you but I think you want this as much as me."

Lois could not take anymore – her bolt reflect kicked in. She ran to the bedroom and slammed the door.

He was right, she did want him, there was no denying it anymore and she could have him now, but it would not be right. It was not Clark, his heart was with another woman. God why did it have to happen like this.

"Clark, can we just leave it tonight and talk about it in the morning. I'm tired, so I'm off to bed, so goodnight."

Clark felt rejected. "Ok, Lois. I understand. I can wait." He decided to sleep on the couch.

Lois was upset. She did not know how much longer she could deal with this.

Both slept fitfully overnight, thoughts swirling around their head. Lois was glad that Clark had slept on the sofa. She could cope with things better than she could have done if he was only a foot away.

Lois got up, popped her head out of the bedroom door to the sight and sound of Clark asleep snoring loudly. She decided to jump in the shower before he woke up.

She was deep in thought under the flowing stream of the shower when she heard the door open.

"Morning Lois." Announced Clark cheerfully.

"Oh Clark, what are you doing?" Lois was surprised.

"I'm just getting ready, Lois."

"Clark, a little privacy would not go amiss."

Clark sniggered, "I'm sure I have seen it all before. No, don't tell me we have not even seen each other naked."

Lois snapped back, "Don't be like that Clark, is this about last night?"

"Sorry, Lois. I didn't mean it that way. Just getting you back for the time you burst in on me."

Clark and Lois both realised what had happened. Clark was starting to get glimpses of his former life.

"You seem to be getting some of your memory back. That's a good sign." Lois said.

Clark left the bathroom to give Lois some space.

By the time she had got ready, Clark had made a fully cooked breakfast for her. It smelt lovely. She went to sit down, but Clark intercepted her for a good morning kiss. This time it was a tender, yet passionate kiss and Lois was caught off guard – she kissed him back. Before they both knew it, they were heading towards the sofa. For some reason Lois was trying to get Clark's buttons unfastened but was not doing a very good job of it.

She was fumbling. Clark helped and took off his shirt before he started on her blouse. Before long Lois was sitting on top of Clark. The kissing was becoming hot and steamy. They were soon going to be past the point of no return, but Clark suddenly pulled back.

"We can't do this, Lois. You made your feelings clear last night. I must respect that. We will wait until you are ready."

Lois was going to tell Clark that she was ready but then a picture of Clark and Lana popped into her head, and she jumped off Clark.

"Clark, I'm so sorry. I can't do this."

Clark kissed her tenderly on her forehead. "I will be here when you are ready. As long as I'm with you I'm happy. I can see why I fell in love with you."

The L Word finished it for Lois. "Clark, I cannot do this anymore. I didn't tell you this in case it upset you, but I am not your girlfriend. You are not in love with me, there is someone else who is the love of your life."

Clark looked at Lois. "What do you mean? You said you are my girlfriend. Why would you ?"

Lois started crying. "I'm so sorry, but I did not want to upset you with your amnesia. I thought it would be better for you if I played along with your assumption."

Clark ran up to her and held her. "Please don't cry Lois. I understand you did it to help me. In fact all you have done is help me. You didn't have to."

Clark rubbed away the tears that were running down her cheek. He locked eyes with her. Their lips found their way onto each others again. The pull between them was too strong for them to deny any longer. Fighting the feelings was pointless. Girlfriend or no girlfriend. This felt right.

Clark carried Lois into the bedroom...

Lois woke up to a sight she never thought she would see - that of Clark lying next to her. He seemed so peaceful and content. Last night had been wonderful. She could not believe the man she made love to last night was the same man who constantly annoyed her at the farm.

If this was the only night they would have together, she would remember every moment because one day they would have to go back to 'reality'. She was going to put those thoughts to the back of her mind and concentrate on getting Clark better, even if it did mean losing him to Lana.

Clark woke up. He looked at Lois with a grin, "Hi, sleep well."

Lois smiled back. "You have no idea. I had this dream that I had made mad passionate love to a dark haired man all night, in fact he looked a lot like you."

"That's funny I had the same dream about a woman that looked like you. What do you say we try and have that same dream again." He smirked as he pulled the sheet over them.

They did not make it out of bed until lunchtime that day. They decided to take a picnic down to the reservoir, since it was such a lovely Autumn's day.

They walked around through the forest for a few miles, hand in hand. They finally settled at a spot nearby the water. They spent hours talking. Not once did Clark ask Lois about Lana. All that mattered to them at that moment in time was their being together in their own little paradise.

Clark went to get some more wood for the fire when he heard a piercing scream. It was Lois. When he got back to her, he saw that Lois had frozen and was looking into the eyes of a timber rattle snake. Without thinking he blasted the snake with his heat vision. Lois looked at the charred remains of the snake and then back at Clark.

"What the hell, was that?" Lois exclaimed.

Clark looked just as surprised about what he had done. "I don't know. If I didn't know any better I would say that I have just shot fire out of my eyes."

Lois says. "What is going on with you - first the wound, now heat vision. Is there anything else?"

Clark replied. "Well I did manage to run rather fast when I heard you scream."

Lois looked shocked, "What do you mean, how fast?"

"Like this!" Without warning he picked Lois up and ran back to the cabin with her in a matter of seconds.