A/N:I am still working hard on Chick Flick. Chapter 4 will be up hopefully tomorrow. I ended up making it really long (6200 words/ 14 pages) lol. If you are enjoying this fic and haven't read Chick Flick yet, I think you might enjoy that one too. I loved the reviews. That you all so much. Enjoy this next update and please review when you finish!
Simon Says
Chapter 2
The Morning After
Lois Lane shifted her position in her sleep and groaned softly. She felt so exhausted and unusually sore. She wanted to sleep the day away, but something stirred her from her peaceful slumber. She was moving.
It wasn't drastic movement but it was something nonetheless. She opened up her eyes slowly and looked up into the face of none other than Clark Kent. Lois liked Clark, she really did. They had become even closer since his father died and she was willing to admit to herself that she might find him the slightest bit attractive (even though she would never admit it to anyone else).Through the time that they had been friends, they had occasionally fallen asleep on each other during one of their late night movie marathons, but this was a little too close for comfort.
"What the hell?" Lois croaked in shock.
Lois's movements had awakened Clark from his state of sleep and now he was staring back at her. "Lois?"
Lois furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. "How did we get here?"
"I have no idea. I swear." Clark responded in equal confusion.
Lois stared into his eyes warily, but then decided that he was in fact being completely truthful in his ignorance of how they had gotten in this unusual situation.
"Please tell me that you have clothes on." Lois asked with pleading eyes. "Tell me that it isn't my dress slung over the ceiling fan." she winced as she looked in his eyes waiting for an answer she already knew.
"Uh…I…what?" Clark stuttered as he stared around the room in confusion. It looked like an earthquake had hit the Kent home. Bottles were strewn everywhere and articles of clothing were thrown throughout the living room.
Lois rolled her eyes at his answer and let her hands rest on the thin blanket that was covering the two of them. She looked down at the blanket uncertainly. "Do I really want to see what is under here?" she voiced to no one in particular.
Clark continued to stare at Lois in wide eyed astonishment. He was too shocked to utter anything that would be considered normal at that time. Lois decided to plow through her apprehensions and get it over with. With one final pained look she yanked the blanket up.
"Oh shit." Clark finally spoke.
"I did not just need to see that." Lois groaned while pulling the blanket securely around both of their bodies and leaning her head onto Clark's bare chest.
"How?" Clark began to slip back into his world of incomprehensible phrases.
"How should I know?" she replied in shock before finally realizing just whose chest she had rested her head on. She jumped up off the couch as if she had been struck by lightning, taking the blanket with her.
"Lois." Clark gasped while grabbing for the blanket she had in her clutches.
"Oh!" Lois yelped seeing why removing the blanket wasn't the smartest thing to do. She then whipped the blanket back at him while diverting her gaze to the floor. She did not need to see any more of Clark Jr.
"Uh, Lois? I think you forgot something." Clark spoke in embarrassment with his eyes now diverted to the floor and his face beet red. Lois finally caught on to what Clark meant and tried to yank the blanket back into her possession. This time however, Clark wasn't so willing to let go.
Lois and Clark were in an unusual game of tug-o-war, with Lois pulling one direction and Clark sitting on the couch refusing to let go. With one swift yank, Clark tried to claim the blanket as his own and accidentally sent Lois flying back on top of him. Lois and Clark were amidst the tangles of the blanket when they were interrupted by two other members of the insanity of the previous night.
"Ahem." Chloe coughed loudly to gain their attention.
Both Clark and Lois's head shot up at once in horror as they realized that they were not alone. Standing before them was Lana and Chloe who both looked equally horrified.
"Oh my god." Lana squeaked in a shrilly high pitched voice.
Chloe's eyes grew wide as she stared in confusion at her cousin and her best friend. "Well at least we weren't the only ones that did something uh…different last night."
Chloe turned to Lana, whose face was covered in what appeared to be black marker and who still had her wacky hairdo. Chloe's own appearance wasn't much better. She had received the haircut she had wanted so badly. Chloe's hair was missing a few patches and had somehow been dyed bright blue. Chloe's face also appeared to be equally blue.
Chloe and Lana continued to gape at Lois and Clark who were gaping back at them.
"Lana, you look like a doodle." Clark tried to say calmly but ended up suppressing a flood of laughter. Lana glared at Clark for having the audacity to say something about her predicament.
"I'm related to a smurf." Lois stated simply.
Chloe rolled her eyes in irritation and glanced around the room. "Lois, I think you left your panties on the television, but I'm sure Clark will get them for you." she smirked back at her cousin.
"What happened to us?" Lana squeaked again.
"From the looks of all of the empty wine coolers, I think we got pretty wasted." Lois spoke somberly. "For some reason I don't remember even having one."
"Something is seriously going on here." Chloe concluded only to receive 'duh' looks from her three friends.
"Why would Mrs. Kent let us drink all of this alcohol?" Lana pondered.
"Wait, where is my mom?" Clark said with newfound panic in his voice.
"Uh…I don't know." Chloe responded. "Lana and I will go look for her while you two 'get descent'."
As soon as Chloe and Lana left the room, Lois and Clark returned to staring warily at each other. "At the count of three you look left and I'll look right and if we find any of each other's clothing in our directions we whip it over our shoulders. Sound good?" Lois stratigized.
"Good." Clark responded. "One, two, three." They both began to search the room redressing at warp speed. As Clark stumbled upon his tattered T-shirt, he heard Lois sigh from behind him.
"Is everything okay?" he asked with general concern.
"No." Lois grumbled.
"Can I turn around and help you?"
"Hold on." Lois muttered as she wrapped the blanket around her waist. "You may turn around now.
Clark was now completely dressed, minus the T-shirt, but Lois stood impatiently below the ceiling fan. "Do you mind getting my dress down from the fan?" Lois growled as politely as possible.
Clark reached up above her head and disentangled the black dress from the fan. As soon as it was back in Lois's hands, she immediately motioned for him to turn around again. When she finished pulling up the dress she turned to look at Clark apprehensively.
"Where's your shirt Smallville?"
"I was just about to ask you that." Clark replied holding up the remains of his T-shirt. "It looks like you mauled it."
Lois's face immediately turned a shade of pink as she grabbed the T-shirt from his hands. "Must have gotten carried away." she looked up at him meekly.
"We must have been seriously out of it." Clark replied.
"I think we are going to need to talk about this." Lois stated while still looking at the mangled T-shirt.
"Yeah, but I think it is going to have to wait a little bit." Clark replied as Lana, Chloe, and a disheveled looking Martha Kent slowly entered the room.
Martha Kent had passed out in the kitchen and ended up spending the night face first in her 'pizza'. She looked awful and had sauce stained all over her face and nightgown.
"What happened?" Martha asked in a daze while looking curiously at Lois who was staring guiltily at her feet.
"That's what we're trying to find out Mrs. Kent." Chloe answered.
Martha looked up at Chloe appreciatively and walked over to the couch to sit down to relax while they tried to figure out what had happened the night before.
"Don't!" Lois and Clark yelled simultaneously at Martha causing her to jump up in surprise. Both Lois and Clark suppressed looks of utter horror. Neither of them was comfortable with Martha sitting on that couch. If Lois had her way, there would be a couch bonfire happening in the near future.
"What?" she asked in panic and confusion over their outburst.
"Uh…the couch is broken?" Clark supplied hoping that she would refrain from asking too many questions. His mother looked at him oddly, wondering why he was acting so strange.
"It doesn't look broken." she responded as she went to check on the status of the couch.
"Oh, but it is." Lois replied convincingly while blocking her from touching the couch. "Structural damage. If you sit down, it collapses to the floor. It is very unstable." Lois shot an urgent, pleading look at Clark hoping that he would contribute to her story.
Instead, Clark walked over to the couch and rested a hand on one of the arm rests. Seconds later the couch collapsed to the floor, surprising everyone in the room. "See mom? It was very unstable."
"Oh." Martha replied staring at the rubble that was once her couch while being led by Lana over to one of the collapsible chairs that were in the middle of the piles of hair.
Chloe shot Clark a look of aggravation and told him her disapproval in a voice that only he could hear. "Could you have made it any more obvious? Stop breaking furniture before Lana and Lois figure out your secret!"
Clark looked back at Chloe submissively and shrugged his shoulders as she stormed off after Lana and his mother. Lois stared at Clark in awe. "How did you do that?" she asked incredulously.
"Uh…it was already weak on this side so it didn't take much to collapse it. It was nothing really." Clark explained quickly trying to brush off the incident.
"Good thinking Smallville. I never thought you were the furniture destroying type." Lois smirked as she followed Chloe.
"Really Lois, I didn't think it was going to collapse like that. I was just trying to make it lean to one side a little."
Lois turned and smiled at him for the first time since their awkward awakening. "Chill, Smallville. You saved us from further embarrassment. It isn't a bad thing."
"I just didn't want you to think…"
"What? That you couldn't control your own strength or something? Don't worry Kent, I know better." Lois laughed while patting him on the shoulder.
Clark smiled weakly back at her. "Uh...yeah."
Deep down, he was actually happy that things were lighthearted between them. He didn't think it would last much longer though. Whatever they had done last night was going to uproot any friendship that they had previously struggled to have. Even though he didn't want to admit it, Clark was dreading the aftermath of whatever had happened between them the night before. Something deep inside of him ached at the thought of not being able to see and participate in friendly banter with Lois.
Once the four inhabitants of the destroyed Kent home sat down far away from the couch, they began to try to think of how they all got so incredibly drunk.
"I remember coming to the farm and watching TV with Chloe. We ate pie, and I casually mentioned needing a haircut." Lana motioned to her new hairdo with disgust. "It looks like I was attacked by a toddler with safety scissors."
"That's clear to me, but I don't remember drinking anything." Chloe contributed.
"Yeah, I remember you girls watching TV; I fed Shelby, and decided to get something from the kitchen. Everything after that is a complete void." Martha added exasperated.
"What do you remember Lois?" Chloe asked turning to her cousin.
"I remember working in the library with Clark, driving home alone because Clark wanted to pick up groceries. I got to the farm and went upstairs for something. Everything else is a blur."
"I remember working in the library, Lois went home, and I cleaned up and went to get the groceries." Clark spoke while thinking hard about his whereabouts that night.
"Do you remember coming home after you went for the groceries?" Martha asked.
"I don't think so. I remember falling asleep." Clark answered.
"You fell asleep? Smooth Smallville, where did you sleep, in the middle of the road?" Lois asked skeptically.
"No, I fell asleep on a hill. I was looking up at the sunset. The sky was so beautiful, and was the lightest shade of pink." Clark answered.
"Pink?" Lana asked curiously. "It usually isn't pink at sunset, more of a magenta."
Chloe raised her eyebrows at Lana's comment. "Wow, big difference. Why does the color of the sky matter?"
"It was really pink. It reminded me of an Easter egg. I must have fallen asleep while the sun was setting. Then I woke up and came home." Clark continued his story.
"What time was it when you got home?" his mother asked.
"The sun had set. I think it could only have been one or two hours after I fell asleep. I woke up and I figured you guys would be worrying. I had this bad feeling. I can't put my finger on it. Something wasn't right."
"Can you be any more vague Smallville? Why did you feel bad? Was it like a stomach bug bad, a depressed bad, or a paranoid "I'm being watched" kind of bad?" Lois pressed.
"I guess it was paranoia. Being watched…I think you're right. There was someone watching me."
"On the hill?" Chloe asked.
"No, in the library." Clark's memories started to fall into place.
"The library?" Lois asked perplexed. "Why didn't you tell me about it?"
"You had already left. It was this guy, Simon."
"Who's Simon?" Lana interrupted.
"It was this guy. He sent me an instant message asking me if I was bored. He said he could see me. He was really strange, and started talking about a chemical, and playing a game with him. Simon Says." Clark remembered everything all in one final jolt.
As soon as the words left Clark's lips Lois's hands began to shake violently.
"Lois, sweetie, what's wrong?" Martha tried to comfort her.
Lois's eyes filled with recollection as she stared at Clark. "I remember. It was this voice telling me what to do. I had no control. It hurt me if I didn't listen. It felt like someone else was controlling my body and I was just along for the ride. It felt horrible." Lois tried to stop her hands from shaking, but failed miserably.
Clark continued recounting what he remembered while glancing sympathetically at Lois. "I came home and the music was playing and all of the lights were on. Lana was cutting my mother's hair, the bottles were everywhere, and you were all acting drunk." As Clark spoke everything seemed to sink back in to Lana and Martha's memories. "Chloe was jumping up and down on the couch asking for a haircut." Clark stopped when Chloe gasped and grabbed at her blue hair.
"He told me that I had to jump." Chloe tried to explain sadly. "I wasn't allowed to say no."
"I was supposed to be a French hairstylist." Lana spoke fearfully and yet still confused. "I couldn't fight it. He was so strong."
"I made pizza?" Martha spoke in a question of her own delirious actions. "Why?"
Lois looked up and stared directly into Clark's eyes as her own eyes filled with tears. "I went upstairs and he told me to put on the dress. I didn't want to listen, but it hurt so badly. It felt like my head was going to explode. He told me to go downstairs to dance and wait." Lois stopped herself as tears began to fall down her cheeks.
Clark immediately leaned over to comfort her. It hurt to see her in such emotional pain. Lois fell into his chest and continued to shake at the memories that had been invoked. "I was so afraid, but he made me wait."
"Wait for what?" Lana asked.
Lois lifted her head from Clark's chest and looked him directly in the eye. "Clark."
"Why did you have to wait for Clark?" Martha asked perplexed.
"To distract him." Chloe concluded.
"No." Clark answered. "It was something else."
"Then what?" Chloe persisted.
"Last night Lois told me that it was all a game." Clark answered and Lois nodded in agreement. "I think he wanted to show me what he could do. I didn't believe him in the library, so he wanted to prove that he could hurt me."
"What do you think he wants to do?" Lana asked fearfully.
"I don't know. As soon as Lois said Simon Says, the music stopped, the lights went out, and I lost all control. He must have taken control of my mind too. I remember feeling powerless, but when I tried to resist I was overwhelmed with this lack of concern. It was like I didn't care."
"You were seduced." Lois whispered shakily. "He didn't want you to care. He used me to suppress any desire to fight him. You couldn't win. I felt the same way when I wanted to stop dancing. I was afraid, but I felt all of these other emotions that I couldn't control. I had this energy, this lust that was overpowering."
"What are we going to do?" Lana and Chloe asked simultaneously.
"I don't know. He said the game's just begun. I doubt we have seen the last of him." Clark responded with a surge of dread for the uncertainty of all of their futures. Life was about to change and it would never be the same again.