Title: Metropolis Confidential
Author: Louise
Rating: PG-13
Category: Romance
Pairing: Lois/Clark and Chloe/Jimmy
Spoilers: Noir
Disclaimer: Obviously, I don't own Smallville or its characters. No infringement intended.
Summary: AU. Destiny has a very weird sense of humor. Jimmy's POV.
Dedication: To Rachel for beta reading this fan fiction and helping me with my English.
A/N: This is set during the Jimmy's dream sequence. If Jimmy hadn't woken up when he did, what would have happened to Clark Kent and Lois Lane after the death of their lovers?
Also, I changed a little the plot. Jimmy didn't shot Lex, Lana did.

Metropolis, May 6th, 1948.

Jimmy walked into the Daily Planet bullpen to notice Lois and Clark exchanging a tender kiss. That made him smile. He pointed his camera to the happy couple, making them notice him. Jimmy saw Lois staring at her wedding band with a silly face while Clark and her finished another Pulitzer Prize article.

"Jimmy, what are you doing?" Lois asked annoyed noticing him taking pictures of them without asking for permission.

"Well, that seems a great picture to keep, to show your kids when they are older, Miss Lane. Or your grandkids." Jimmy joked.

"Don't even joke about it, Jimmy." Lois shook her head annoyed.

Lois and Clark. What a great couple they are. Probably the best I know, other than me and Chloe. And to think they fought it so much, but faith didn't give them a chance. It was a matter of time until they fell in love. Like I always say to Chloe: destiny has a weird sense of humor.

I can say exactly the moment they fell for each other. Actually, I can say exactly where Clark fell for Lois.

Eight years ago, I was hired by Lana Luthor to investigate her husband Lex Luthor, and I found Clark, there at the Talon. I knew Clark from the Daily Planet of course. He was this clumsy and mild mannered reporter who is always too nervous around everybody, using these thick glasses and always tripping on his own words. Who would have known that he had been undercover all the time to get the last scoop to arrest the big criminals on Metropolis? I mean, the cover was very clever. Nobody would suspect that the shy and clumsy Clark Kent was in fact a cop, Metropolis' greatest hero.

Anyway, I was in the Talon talking with him and drinking when suddenly Lois Lane appeared. I couldn't take my eyes off her… and neither could Clark. Although he had known how to hide his admiration for her from the very start, I knew the naked truth. She had already gotten his heart.

And after the deaths of Lana and Lex Luthor, Clark was a little depressed for the fact he had to kill Lana to protect me. He went back to the Talon a few days later, when he met Lois again… or Lola, her pen name. And that's where our story starts…

Smallville, May 6th, 1940.

It had been a long week. Clark Kent was drinking another shot of whisky at the Talon that night. He knew he shouldn't have gotten involved with Lana Luthor while working undercover. But even so, he had made the mistake to get his feelings mixed-up. It had been stupid of him.

It'd been three days since he had shot Lana after finding out she had killed Lex Luthor. And he had been going to the Talon every night. He didn't like to kill people, even when it was in self defense. But what he was going to do? She was going to kill Jimmy as well. And the kid needed protection, he thought.

"Could you put up another one?" Clark Kent asked to Lionel, the owner of the Talon. He served another drink to him.

Suddenly he heard the change of the song to a mellower tune.

It was her time. Finally.

"Ladies and gentleman, the Talon is proud to present... Miss Lola Dane!"

Clark looked at Lola astonished. She was beautiful as always, but this night she looked sad. Maybe because of Lex's death, who knew? But even so, she still could shine like a real star in the stage.

She was wearing a black long dress with long black gloves. She started to sing.

That's why birds do it, bees do it
even educated fleas do it
let's do it, let's fall in love
in spain, the best upper sets do it
lithuanians and letts do it
let's do it, let's fall in love

Clark couldn't take his eyes off her. She was so beautiful and her voice was soft like if it belonged to an angel. He was fascinated by her.

the dutch in old amsterdam do it
not to mention the finns
folks in siam do it
think of siamese twins

Clark lighted up his cigar and kept staring at her with a smirk in his face. He was in Heaven, because he had just found an angel: the most beautiful woman he had ever seen.

some argentines, without means, do it
people say, in boston, even beans do it
let's do it, let's fall in love

Suddenly Lola turned her gaze to him like if she knew him from some place, from some other lifetime. She couldn't take her eyes from him neither, as she kept singing like he was the only one in the audience.

romantic sponges, they say, do it
oysters, down in oyster bay, do it
let's do it, let's fall in love

Lola approached her red, stunning lips to the microphone and glared at Clark, flirting with him.

cold cape cod clams, against their wish, do it
even lazy jellyfish do it
let's do it, let's fall in love

Clark loosened his tie, a little nervous. He sweated a little bit, still completely speechless by Lola's performance on the stage.

electric eels, i might add, do it
though it shocks 'em, i know.
why ask if shad do it
waiter, bring me shad roe

Lola kept watching him with the corner of her eye before finishing the song.

in shallow shoals, english soles do it
goldfish, in the privacy of bowls, do it
let's do it, let's fall in love

Come on, baby
There's not much to it
Just come along with me, boy
And get right down to it

Let's fall in love…
Let's just do it

Love'll come later

The audience cheered.

Lola walked to sit next to Clark at the bar, where she also lighted up a cigarette.

"Lionel, can you bring me a Martini, please?" she asked politely.

"Why are you so blue tonight, angel?" Clark asked, trying to caress her face, but she slapped him annoyed. "Did I do something wrong?"

"You should answer your own question… officer."

"So, it's that obvious?" he asked, rubbing his chin with a smirk.

"It's practically stamped on your forehead." Lola pointed out before taking a sip of her drink, flirting with Clark. "You should do a favor to yourself and get away of me. I smell like trouble."

"I'm not planning on leaving this place so soon. Besides, I like trouble." He grinned at her, noticing the song that was playing in the radio changed to a jazz tune. "Do you want to dance?"

"Here?" Lola asked, skeptical by his sudden behavior.

"Why not? It's only us right now. Even Lionel is already gone. Besides, I've been dying to dance with you since the last time I was here with that kid. I just didn't have the opportunity to ask."

"Alright, let's dance then. But I warn you: I'll break your heart in tiny pieces if you fall for me. Are you willing to take the risk?"

"I like to play with fire. Besides, you're worth the risk."

She gave her hand to him, who led her to the dance floor. The jazz tune was still playing while they were waltzed together (for Lola's surprise).

"Good Heavens! You can waltz! This is a surprise." she commented, still dancing with him.

"And that's not the only thing I can do." He pointed out with a smirk as he suddenly pulled her closer and gave her a lingering and long kiss, making her dizzy. "Shall we go to somewhere else to have some… acquaintance? To get know each other a little better?"

"I'm right after you."

TBC