Taking Chances
Clark woke up to the early December morning and felt Lois snuggle deeper into his embrace when he accidentally shifted the covers. He smiled down at her and gently traced his hand over the arm that she draped across his chest. His smile widened when he reached the bracelet on her wrist, remembering when he gave it to her just over four months ago.
He swept her up into his arms, bridal style and super sped away from the farm as fireworks lit the night sky. He took her to the Kawatche caves.
"What is this place?" she asked when he her back on the ground.
"The caves of the Kawatche people. These pictures depict the story of Naman, a traveler from the stars." She looked at him incredulously.
"Did we seriously come all the way here so you could tell me some folk story about an alien? How did we get here anyway?" he chuckled nervously at her question.
"I'll tell you how we got here later but first, he was an intergalactic space traveler, not an alien." He smirked and she rolled her eyes nonchalantly. "About five hundred years ago, the Kawatche were visited by a man from the stars. This visitor made an impression on the Kawatche and became a major part of their tribal heritage. The Kawatche painted these glyphs on the cave walls to commemorate their encounter with the man from the stars. This being told prophesies of the visitor who the Kawatche dubbed "Naman" and his sworn enemy Sageeth, who was once like a brother to Naman."
"So when is the great Naman supposed to grace us with his presence?" she asked sarcastically eliciting another chuckle from Clark.
"Some think he's already here." He answered.
"And what is he doing here exactly; planning an invasion, probing our minds, or is he just a friendly explorer that comes in peace?" she asked with a teasing smile.
"No." he chuckled softly, shaking his head. "He is said to be the Earth's savior."
"Savior, from what?" she asked disbelievingly.
"Some believe it's Sageeth, others thinks it's a greater unknown evil."
"And what makes Naman so special, other than being from another planet, that he gets to save us?" she asked, becoming interested in the story.
"He has superpowers." He simply stated, pointing to the picture of Naman with red coming out of his eyes. Lois just looked at him like he'd grown a second head. "Many of his abilities are unknown to the Kawatche people but some that they are aware of is; Naman's skin cannot be broken, he has the strength of ten men, he can shoot fire from his eye, and he can move faster than the eye can see." He clarified, giving her a knowing look. He could see her putting the pieces together but refusing to see the picture.
"Clark, you can't seriously be saying that you are this Naman character!" she exclaimed.
It's now or never. He thought, taking a deep breath before speeding away only to return with a single piece of paper with the Kent Farm emblem monogrammed into it. Lois was speechless. He held the paper out in front of his face and concentrated. A hole slowly burned into the paper until Lois was able to see his face through it. Clark walked over to the cave wall and picked up a sharp rock before turning back to Lois, he held his arm out and his other arm raised the rock.
"Clark what are you…" he smashed the rock into his arm before she could finish and the unexpected happened. The rock shattered like glass. "Oh my God." Was all that passed her lips.
"Lois are you okay?" Clark asked truly concerned and beyond nervous. She shook her head and stumbled over to the wall and slowly slid down until she was sitting on the ground. Clark cautiously made his way over to her and joined her on the ground, sitting across from her. They both sat there for about twenty minutes, Clark just watched as the battle went on in her head. He decided not saying anything until she thought her way through this was best.
"So you are Naman?" she finally asked slightly hesitant. He nodded in response. "So Martha and Jonathan…"
"Found me on the day of the meteor shower." He said softly, trying to read her but she was too good at hiding her emotions.
"And that's when you arrived?" he nodded. "Well I guess you're smarter than I give you credit for, using a meteor shower to disguise your…arrival." She joked and he gave a relieved smile that she wasn't completely freaked out.
"Actually the meteor shower wasn't planned." She looked up at him confused. "Those meteors were the remnants of my home planet, Krypton. It was destroyed, my parents knew it wouldn't be long before Krypton fell and sent me here. Those meteors are one of my weaknesses." He confessed.
"How are they a weakness?" she wondered aloud.
"First let me say that I call the meteors Kryptonite secondly, there are a few different types; green which makes me physically sick, red which takes away my internal censor and I become like you, saying and doing whatever pops into my head first," he jokes with a smirk in her direction which she returns with an eye roll, making him smile before continuing, "blue makes me human, no more powers, silver makes me crazy and paranoid, and black gives me a serious split personality disorder. Black splits my human half, the one that my mom and dad raised here on earth, from my Kryptonian half that has fully embraced the Kryptonian ways and abilities."
"Why are you telling me about your…past, about your weaknesses?" she asked, looking at him expectantly.
"I'm telling you all this because I trust you, more than anyone, which is why I'm telling you willingly, not because you figured it out yourself or because I felt like I had no other choice. I'm telling you because I want to, I love you and I don't want any more secrets between us." He confessed and she smiled shyly. "So on a scale from one to ten, how freaked are you?" he wondered nervously.
"About a fifty-three." He looked dejected at her answer. "But I'm not going anywhere, Smallville. You think you can be rid of me just because you're an alien?" she smiled teasingly and he looked like a little kid at Christmas that just got the best gift under the tree.
"Intergalactic traveler, not alien." He corrected jokingly, making her chuckle a bit. She slowly stood up, taking in all of the pictures.
"Who's that?" she asked, pointing to the head of a dark-haired woman with an intricate rectangle drawn below her face.
"That is the woman that is destined to be with." He said, walking up behind her. "This, right here," he pointed to the rectangle, "is her bracelet…your bracelet." He said while wrapping his left arm around her waist, pulling her into his chest, and his right hand produced the bracelet from his coat pocket. Lois was completely speechless. He carefully slipped the bracelet onto her wrist and the stone on the bracelet glowed softly. "Perfect fit." He mumbled into her ear as he placed a kiss on her temple. Lois smiled down at the glowing stone, tracing the pattern around it. She slowly turned to face Clark, smiles lighting both their faces, and kissed him soundly.
Lois started to stir in Clarks arms, letting him know she was returning to the conscious world. "Hey you." He softly greeted, kissing the crown of her head.
"Hey yourself." She murmured before kissing his chest, too tired to lean up and kiss his lips. "What were you just thinking about?" she asked, propping her chin on the spot she just kissed, looking him in the eyes.
"Just thinking about when I gave you this." He admitted, playing with her bracelet and making her smile.