Thanks for the awesome feedback guys! It really does help. See? I've been inspired to write another chapter! Although I must admit that I'm going a bit nutso with 3 stories, it's summer, and I have all the time, and caffeine, in the world. So here it is. . .

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WARNING: I didnt LOVE the way this came out, quite frankly. But this is all I got! Read and feel free to flame
WARNING 2: Guess who's the dictator? Go on, guess.

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Chapter 2:

Lois slowly opened her eyes, and took a deep breath as she scanned her surroundings. They appeared to be in the middle of some sort of huge parking lot, lined on either side by silver skyscrapers, each connected by chrome arches and elevated glass walkways. The sun was shining over the city, reflecting off the majestic structures and creating a blinding glimmer in the air.

"Uh, Clark, explain to me why we aren't dead, considering that we just plunged headlong off a bridge." Lois asked. "And why is everything chrome?"

"I have no idea," Clark replied. And he truly didn't. Clark snapped out of his initially shocked state, and let the boy-scout within take over. "I'm gonna go see if I can find out where we are. You can stay here if you want."

"Oh no! You are not leaving me alone here in the Twilight Zone!" she answered, bolting out of the car.

"Fine, then come on. I just want to get out of here as quickly as possible." He was trying to put on a brave face for Lois, but inside he was extremely confused. How had they gotten from downtown Metropolis to this place in the blink of an eye?

Clark and Lois maneuvered through the streets of the strange city. The duo stuck out terribly among the black-clad civilians, who pointed and whispered at them as they walked past. The streets were white, but were made of some sort of marble rather than cement, and there was no road; it was basically one large sidewalk. But even more unnerving were the sleek metal crafts that sped over the streets, suspended 30 feet in the air. It was like rush hour traffic, only much higher than Lois and Clark were comfortable with. They were obviously in some sort of business district, but there were no familiar sights to be had, and fear began to set in.

"I feel like I just stepped into a rerun of the 'Jetsons,'" Lois commented, attempting to regain her composure. They walked down the block, searching for a newsstand where they could get some help, or possibly a map.

Suddenly Lois stopped in her tracks, falling behind Clark. "Clark!" She ran up to him and pulled him over to a corner, trapping him against the wall.

"What's the matter now, Lois?" Clark asked, half mocking her.

"Look up there . . . and please tell me I'm not seeing what I think I'm seeing."

They had reached an intersection, and the side of a skyscraper came into view. A giant poster hung on it, taking up almost the entire side of the building. Strangely enough, the figure in the image was moving. Even stranger was that the man in the poster was the spitting image of Clark.

"As if this day couldn't get any weirder. Congratulations, Smallville, your head is finally large enough to dwarf a small building." Lois joked, although inside she was extremely worried.

The Clark on the poster looked slightly older, but still not a day over 30. His hair was very long, and he sported a black outfit with a white diamond figure on the chest, with what looked like an "8" inside. Behind him waved a flag, with an identical diamond crest in the center and a solid red background.

"This is impossible . . ." was all Clark could manage to whisper, mouth agape. For the first time he since the crash, he was truly petrified. Lois sensed Clark's fear, and, being rather concerned herself, wanted to get them both back home.

"Come on, let's get out of here, and you can explain to me later why you've suddenly become a poster boy" Lois said, tugging Clark to move. They continued along the path, neither of them knowing where they were, much less where they were going, and Clark's picture buzzing in the back of their minds.

Three blocks away, a battered old hovercar was flying dangerously low over the streets, speeding towards its destination. Pedestrians dived out of its path, and created a frenzy in the streets. Clark sensed the car coming, and ran to the side of a building, tugging Lois by the hand to follow him. It came closer and closer, and stopped on a dime directly next to Lois and Clark. The driver rolled down the side window.

"Get in the car if you know what's good for you."

Clark stepped forward, and, just as he was about to give the speaker a piece of his mind, he got a good glimpse of her face. It was an older woman, maybe about 70 years old, with thick rimmed glasses and silver hair tied back in a bun. She was probably a good looking woman in her day, but age had taken a toll on her. Deep wrinkled graced her forehead and mouth. But she was still a formidable presence, nonetheless, with a very familiar look about her.

"Are you deaf? Get in the car! You must be crazy walking around the streets dressed like that!" she repeated again.

"What are you talking about?" Clark asked. Lois was now standing behind him.

"I'm talking about the standard dress code that you two are obviously in violation of. Get in before you get caught!" the woman shouted. She opened her car door, and, Lois and Clark, sensing that they had nothing to lose, stepped in. The car took off into the sky.

The interior of the car was huge, with bucket seats and 3 rows, all covered in leather. All sorts of knobs and buttons lit up on the dashboard, and on the rearview mirror was a picture of a young girl and boy sitting on a swing set in the countryside.

"What are you, some sort of rebellion group that decided to chuck the state law out the window? Goddamn kids, you never learn. So, fess up, what exactly are you doing here?" the woman asked.

Clark was uneasy about talking to this woman, but Lois doubted that she was any danger to them, and began talking. "Honestly, we have no idea. I was going to an interview, and next thing I know, I'm sitting in the middle a street in this lovely little chrome hamlet. Uh, where exactly are we, anyway?"

"Metropolis. And yeah, we do like our chrome around here," the lady chuckled. They were now flying over the outskirts of the city, and entering a more rural landscape.

"In what, the year 3000?" Lois joked.

"2056, actually, but in this age, they lie to us so much it could be the year 5050 for all we know. Gotta love the propaganda machine! I remember the days where. . ."

Lois and Clark just stared at each other. They prayed that the woman was just joking, but knew deep inside that they were, in fact, much further from home than they had thought.

"Uh, Miss?" Clark interrupted.

"Call me Lucy, hon. What's the matter?"

"Ok, uh, Lucy, do you know if there are any hotels around here? We could use a place to stay for a few nights," Clark asked, secretly wanting to go to sleep, hoping that this was just a bad dream.

"Nonsense! You two are staying with me! I got a big house, and I could use the company!" Lucy piped up. "What do ya say?"

Lois turned to Clark and shrugged. Clark turned to Lucy "Ok, sure. Thank you."

They flew over rural Kansas for an hour. Clark was grateful to see the familiar terrain, and Lois was fast asleep on his shoulder. He didn't have the heart to wake her, so he stayed fairly still, and occupied his time staring out the window, thinking about how great it felt to soar over the fields, where nothing could touch you. But he was far from at peace. Everywhere he looked, he seemed to find his photograph staring back at him. What was going on? . . .

"We're here!" Lucy shouted. Clark woke Lois, who snapped at him for making physical contact with her. The car doors opened, revealing their home for the next few days, and they were shocked to find that Lucy's house was none other than the former Kent farm.