Title: Most Bizzare

Author: LadySkywalker13

Summary: This is just a total AU smutt fanfic dealing with Clark, Lois, and Bizzaro. The characters will be acting very out of character. I'm not
elaborating on a lot of details because I want to get straight to the point. This won't be an epic or full length fic, just a short story. Also, I'm totally brushing over the whole Lana subject, like she doesn't even exsist in this universe or something.

I own nothing save for the plot.

Up and up he soared, dazed by the incredibly powerful punch that the farm boy unleashed on him. His eyes were scrunched tightly closed as the air rushed past him. His face distorted in the blaring sunlight, causing him even more pain. He finally opened his eyes to see that he was flying up into the planet's atmosphere. For a brief moment, he was confused. What did the Kryptonian think? Once he fell back to the ground he would just continue in his crusade. This small stunt would never stop the powerful phantom.

That was when he felt a tremendous pressure around his stomach and the air leave his lungs. Something had slammed into him at a very fast rate, causing his ascent into space to accelerate. He looked down and saw a dark man with eyes full of hatred looking back at him. He felt his back begin to burn as they raced towards the yellow sun. That was when it dawned on him. He had a weakness; the young star burning brightly in the sky.

At first all he felt was fear. There seemed to be no escape.

But no. He had only just got here! He couldn't…wouldn't be gotten rid of this soon.

With all the strength he could muster, he jammed his knee in between the being's legs. Without waiting to see the reaction he had aroused, he quickly slammed his head into the nose of his enemy, causing a few flecks of his own broken, blue skin to chip away revealing the glowing green that lay beneath. This also rendered a moment of confusion in the manhunter's actions, allowing the phantom to slip out from his grasp. The phantom didn't hesitate to take this opportunity. He sent one, two, three kicks at super speed into his opponent's torso.

The Martian Manhunter lost his breath, but quickly regained his composure. He went in for a punch to the phantom's face, but the phantom was quicker. He deftly dodged the hit and landed his own into the Martian's neck. The Martian knew that this was a battle he could not win, at least not now. He flew off into space to regain his health and prepare for a new approach.

The phantom rested for a moment, suspended in the black of space. He smirked knowing that had won this round. Then the consciousness of is pain came back. He needed more kryptonite to heal himself from what the manhunter and Clark had done to him. He sped off, back to earth. His destination was a 33.1 lab where Luthor had told him that more kryptonite was being stored. After that, he would return to Smallville to finish what he had started; eliminate Clark Kent and assume the persona for himself.

Clark Kent stared at the retreating form of Lois Lane as she walked out his front door. His mouth was agape.

What was she talking about? Did she really just forgive me for…for grabbing her ass?

He turned around to face his best friend, Chloe Sullivan, cousin to Lois Lane. She had that knowing smile that he so hated spread across her face. Then it dawned on him.

"The phantom," he stated as he plopped onto his couch.

Chloe broke out into laughter. "Wow Clark, never thought you had it in you!"

"I don't," he protested. "It was that phantom. Obviously. She must think I'm crazy or something now."

Chloe sat down on the couch next to him. "Oh please. You know you're just a little bit jealous that it wasn't you."

Clark couldn't believe what he had just heard. "Are you on something? What are you talking about?"

She let out an annoyed sigh. "Clark, I see the way you look at her...and then look away. The way you went rigid when she hugged you. Clark I know you, sometimes even better than you do. It may not be a full blown crush yet, but you totally have a thing for my cousin."

He was at a complete loss for words. He didn't even know what to think let alone how to retort. His mouth still hanging open he just managed to get a couple of grunts and "ugh"s out.

She let out another small laugh, patted him on the shoulder and stood up. "I'm gonna go now. Have a good night, lover boy."

All he got out was a "Hey!" in indignation before she was out the door.

Pain seared through his body and he relished in it. The glow of the kryptonite got brighter and brighter as he held it to his wounds allowing himself to heal. Just as the pain reached to a point of pleasure, the rocks lost their green hue and shone white. He dropped them to the ground and looked up, a cocky glint shining in his eye.

Only one thought played through his mind then. It wasn't defeating Clark Kent. It wasn't world domination or anything of the sort. It was a girl. He closed his eyes and remembered her curves and how they felt in his hands. He promised her 'another time'.

"I believe that time has come," he said in an almost growl as he felt the animalistic side of his testosterone take over.