"Clark!" Lois exclaimed to herself, still tasting his lips that were intertwined with hers no less than thirty seconds ago.
In her mind, it all made sense now. The disappearances, his presence in every accident that had occurred in Metropolis, but more importantly, his sudden interest in The Blur.
"Will I be enough?" Clark said to her.
She probably would have said yes, but after seeing two sides of him, Lois didn't know who she was in love with; The Blur, the very essence of heroism who fights for justice and defies anyone who opposes morality, or Clark Kent, the farm boy who she spent two years fawning over, despite his wardrobe malfunctioning and his nerdy glasses.
The thought of having both was too mind boggling for Lois and then she remembered Ollie.
"I let you go so you could save the world!" she cried in despair while Oliver Queen lay there on his death bed.
Could she let Clark go like she did Ollie? Or would the pain cause her to disintegrate beyond repair?
After all, she was willing to give up Nairobi and working with Perry for HIM. Surely Clark-The Blur could understand the reluctance? Lois Lane could never be a martyr when it came to Smallville; it'd be too much.
She remembered the kiss again and again. Even though her heart dissolved into the pit of her stomach and her lips moved on their own accord, the kiss felt wrong. It felt like a goodbye. Why would he do that? Did he mean it when he said going to Africa would be the best thing for her? Her thoughts pondered everywhere.
At that moment, a glint of white light appeared across that creepy looking building and caught Lois' eyes.
"What the hell is going on?" she paused for a bit and thought she saw The Blur, but it could have been a gust of wind for all she knew. There were people there too; all circling the source of the blinding light, fading into it one by one. They had powers! She saw them before on the news, destroying monuments and burning their symbol on them. They were just like The Blur! If they were disappearing, did that mean? …
"NO!" she cried out, "Clark! Blur! He's leaving me! He's leaving us!" Lois Lane never falters, not even when her monster truck was taken away by the general, but that day, her knees gave in. She tried her hardest to reach for her phone. It went straight to voicemail.
"Chloe! Pick up the damn phone! The Blur is in trouble, you have GOT to help me!"
Lois Lane never feels helpless, there's ALWAYS a way to fix things. She had to let him know she loved him. With or without the super powers.
Her body automatically started to run towards the derelict building. Her pupils focused where Clark could be. Just to say goodbye…just seeing his silhouette one last time would keep her sane.
Her heart stopped. The oxygen around her refused to go into her lungs. She wanted to scream but the shock of what she was seeing had robbed Lois of her senses; .
"CLARK!" she screamed, collapsing onto the floor beside him, "PLEASE! LOOK AT ME, CLARK!" her voice was agonised and tormented with despair.
"Lois" he croaked weakly, "I'm sorry for n-"
"Sshh", she whispered tearfully, "we're going to get you to the hospital. I'm going to get Ollie and he's going to get the best doctors to fix you up"
"Lois, you-don't. You don't understand. I love you Lois. I'm sorry."
"No! Don't say that Bl-Clark! Please, just tell me what I should do! Please! The world needs you...I need you. Clark, please!" the helplessness in Lois' voice sank Clark's heart deeper and deeper. He loved his Lois and Blur's Lois. Blur's Lois was so different. Loyal, wonderful, blindly in love with a man she'd never seen. Wonderful Lois, his Lois. He could have both. His Lois, he owed her it...Oliver was right.
"AAAARGH!" he took the blue kryptonite knife out, "Throw that away as far as you can!"
Lois did what she had to. She ripped the sleeves of her blouse and tied it as tight as she could around his abdomen.
Clark's sweat coated face looked up at her with a glint in his eyes; even in pain, lying on the wet cold floor, Lois still stirred lava in him every time.
She rocked his head in her arms, waiting for him to heal. But Clark wouldn't. The blood kept oozing out and his shoulder was still in the abnormal position.
"Clark! Don't fall asleep okay! I need you to heal faster!"
"I can't. I think there are fragments of blue kryptonite in my wound" he muttered sleepily, still looking into her eyes.
Undoing the bandage, Lois got her hand sanitiser out of her purse and began cleaning the wound. Every time Clark winced, a knife twisted in her stomach, but she had to do this to save Clark, to save the world and, to save her sanity.
His hips spasmed as she picked the gritty rock out of him. "I'm no doctor, but I think that's all of it" Lois said, sweating from the amount of concentration diminished by her body. Clark tried to sit up, but collapsed almost instantly. He needed the sun rays to touch his skin.
"Whoa there, Smallville. Take it easy!" Lois shouted half angrily and half worrying, but she calmed down eventually.
The black leather jacket was draped across his chest and the black shirt with The Blur's symbol lay in front of Lois.
"I had no idea that you...I mean, it's not like I-I don't know what I'm saying. You, Smallville, can't lie your way out of taking my maple syrup doughnut, but here you are with an alter ego, or a secret identity pretending to live a dull and mundane human life when you deserve SO much better. I mean, you're a god amongst man and I'm just a silly little reporter who's lucky to be alive because of you!" Crying was for dweebs and preppy girls. Lois Lane doesn't cry, but the tears flowed down her cheeks nonetheless. It wasn't long before she fell asleep on Clark's chest; the only comfort she needed and wanted.
"Aah", Clark sighed with content. The sun was glaring at him, almost as is it was focusing all the light onto him. The wound dissolved and a fresh layer of creamy tan skin stretched over it. His shoulder moulded back to its natural position and the fresh black bruises vanished from his back.
Lois sat there watching the contours of Clark's body shift into their rightful place with an awestruck look on her face.
"You Lois", he spoke gruffly holding her head to his chest "are the One. You don't know how hard it's been not being able to tell you the truth. To hold you in my arms and say everything is going to be okay; to tell you not to go to Nairobi because it would SHATTER my heart and RUIN me. You are the most important person in my life and living with you has shown me a part of life that I've never seen."
He felt her face darken. Clark lifted her chin and looked into her deep eyes.
"It is my duty to protect the world. Even if it is my number one priority, NEVER think that it is more important than you."
Lois' brain was mushy. Her lower lips trembled ever so slightly that it would not be visible to the naked eye, but Clark saw clearly.
This was a pivotal moment in their relationship; all secrets were out and they knew where they stood.
Lois had a missing shoe and her face was blotchy with tear stained mascara.
"I think we should go h-" Lois started talking, "ome...wow! That was quick."
The phone was ringing. "Ugh! They'll leave a message."
"What if it's important?" Clark asked. He handed the phone to her, she handed it back, "You pick it up" she smiled.
"Hi- Chloe? What's wrong? WHAT? Slow down! Hold on, I'm coming", Clark muttered into the receiver.
"Hold on one minute! You can't leave me here while my cousin is having a nervous break down! Take me with you"
"Lois please, you might get hurt and I'd never forgive my-"
She grabbed his head and pulled it towards hers. Their lips fused together and moved in ways neither of them thought they were capable of, until they couldn't breath. Lois tugged Clark's lower lip with her teeth, "And what would I do if anything ever happens to you? I'm not the soft type, but I think I'd rather get cuts and bruises here and there than let you go."
"Chloe! I love you!"
Time stopped for a fraction of a second before Chloe could respond. "I love you!" was all she could manage.
"Ollie no! Please! OLLIE!" her screams were panic stricken and concentrated with an emotion beyond anything she'd ever felt.
Sobbing powerlessly, she tried getting the signal back.
There and then, Chloe knew what she had to do. He told her this would happen if she didn't go to Him. It was her fault. All her fault and she had to get Oliver back.
Her work was relentless, searching for clues and attacking their firewall with every ounce of energy and expertise she had. Chloe hadn't noticed the sun rising, or Lois calling or the tears in her eyes that she tried so hard not to spill over.
"Lois? Clark! Thank God! Ollie's been captured by someone! They're not Kandorian. I've hacked into one of their transmitters and have located their site. We need to save him Clark! We just HAVE to!"
The burden of everything, the death of Jimmy, her mum, almost losing Clark and now Ollie. It was too much for her now.
Her fingers did the work while her mind became point blank and streams of tears gushed down her face.
Ollie, target practicing. Motioning to her to join him, touching her so tenderly.
"How do I know when to let go?"
"It's all about your heart...Just listen, right there in between the beats. That's when you let go."
It felt so real, Chloe reached over to touch his face, but it was snatched away from her and she was left alone in Watch Tower...again.
Chloe was shaking with fear, her face swollen because of the tears and her arms longing to feel Ollie's warm touch.
A whoosh of wind forced an upright position out of her.
"Clark!"
"Chloe! Are you okay?" Clark held her in his chest gently. His most loyal and loving friend…even more than that; like a sister he never had. Her pain was his pain. Chloe had been through so much and it was all because of HIS secret and HIS destiny. Up until now, Chloe had always been strong, bouncing back, time after time after time. Now though, Clark knew she was at the end of her tether.
"Chloe?" another voice appeared behind Clark, "You know! Of course you would. What's going on?"
"Lois?" Chloe's glanced alarmingly at Clark, "You told her?"
He nodded.
Chloe's body recoiled unnaturally and formed rigidly like a sculpture. She was experiencing another flash back.
"Getting the Queen size bed was the right choice then"
"Hell yes. I think it's time for round three."
Oliver blew his breath on Chloe's left ear, which made her shiver.
Chloe felt Oliver's lips resting on her shoulder; the best feeling in the world. Simultaneously, his body was robbed away from her; leaving Chloe yearning for his presence even more.
Yet again, Chloe found herself shivering and sweating and this time, she had Clark to grip on to, for her fear was unexplainably powerful and physically painful.