Chapter 4

His hand dropped instinctively at the threat and the Zoner let out a callous snigger:

'So predictable.'

He watched Lois' body begin to slowly walk about the room, taking in her surroundings with a mild expression of disgust.

'What do you want?' Clark demanded.

Her eyes snapped chillingly towards him, her head tilting sideways almost mechanically as she gritted:

'What do you think?'

After a beat she seemed to relax, the sudden wave of rage washing through her and eventually subsiding.

'When I first woke up in this miserable rock I wasn't planning on doing anything. I was actually quite content with the relocation. Thanks, by the way.'

His teeth clenched together at the reminder that he was the cause of all this.

'It's a little too cold here, but there is plenty of food, fresh for the picking.' She sneered, cocking an eyebrow suggestively. 'And then... Who would have thought, out of all the cockroaches roaming in this puny planet I'd stumbled upon one that actually knew the identity of the last son of Krypton.'

'Chloe…' Clark breathed.

'The things that little blond knows are fascinating!' The Zoner mocked absentmindedly running her finger across the counter. 'Like I said, I wasn't planning on visiting you, but then I picked up on this titbit of information. It seemed that Kal-El was searching for me. I couldn't just stay put and wait for you to hunt me down.'

'What did you do to her?'

'Oh, don't worry. I didn't feed on her. It's all still in there.' She paused before adding: 'Well, most of it anyway.'

'You feed off memories?' Clark realised following her with his stare as she continued to explore the kitchen, seemingly uninterested in the conversation.

'Memories, thoughts, ideas… yes.'

She turned to look at him. It was disconcerting to see Lois' body, her face, hear her voice, smell her scent and yet know that this was not her.

'These… humans…' She practically spat the word. 'They are not the brightest of species, very basic rational thought processes, very bland…' Her face scrunched up in revulsion. '…but they do compensate in the… more creative aspects. You should see the fantasies this one has.' Her mouth pulled sideways for a malicious smirk before proceeding with her taunting: 'And I'm not talking about the things she doesn't remember.'

Clark's eyes widened as she began moving towards him. His back stiffened when she brought her hand up and ran her fingers over his cheek.

He jerked away from her touch, but it wasn't fast enough, she'd already gotten confirmation of what she suspected.

'Oh!' Her smile grew wider. 'But you do. Don't you, Kal-El?'

He just glared down at her.

She couldn't believe her luck.

The one perfect weapon against him, his one true weakness was the owner of the body that she controlled at that very moment. It couldn't have worked out better if she'd planned it.

'Frustrating, isn't it? Remembering every single detail of that… encounter? How it felt moving underneath you, heaving, gasping, how it tasted, being tormented by it… reminded of it every time you see this body and not being able to do anything about it?'

The muscles in his jaw twitched as he gritted his teeth together, searching for much needed control.

She sluggishly turned her back to him, walking towards the nearby table. She bent forwards over the flat surface, resting her weight on her forearms, arching her back and provokingly pushing her ass back.

'You crave this body, don't you?'

'Leave her out of this!' He snapped, swallowing dryly.

'Where would the fun be in that?'

'What do you want?' He repeated the question, watching as her finger traced invisible circles on the wood, her legs brushing one against the other.

'I guess that would be the correct question, seeing as I already know what you want.' She flipped her hair back and slowly stood up straight facing him. 'I want to make you suffer.' She answered truthfully, a cold glint in her narrowed eyes. 'Like I did, for an eternity.'

He could see the anger rising in her once again.

'Because of your father I was forced to live it that….' She trailed off.

'You probably deserved it.'

'Probably.' She admitted shamelessly. 'That doesn't mean I don't get to have my revenge.'

There was a moment of pause before she continued.

'Do you know how lucrative these little gifts of mine can be? I can get any information, any secret and just sell it to the highest bidder.' She wasn't sure if she should be telling him this much, but she didn't care.

Soon it would all be over anyway.

She seemed to be lost in her own thoughts for a second before she proceeded.

'Now, let's see… Where to start?' She mused.

He watched as she once again moved towards him, her feline stride much like a predator circling its prey.

'Between blondie and this one, I know quite a bit about you, Kal-El.' She informed him coming closer.

Too close. But he didn't back down, simply towered over her when she came to stand toe-to-toe with him.

'So honourable, so self-righteous and moral, aren't you? Just like you father, oh great son of Jor-El.' She ridiculed. 'But we both know you do falter sometimes. There is something else inside you, isn't there? A side you so desperately try to suppress… a side that seems to awaken whenever… this creature comes near you.'

He tried hard not to let her words affect him, but the fact that they were coming from Lois' mouth wasn't helping. He could feel the change in him and he failed to pull away when her hand came to rest on his chest.

'You've pushed that part of you so deep inside you don't even realise what you really feel for it. Every once in a while it comes to the surface and it scares you, so you push it back down, hoping it will go away… It won't.'

He was paralyzed, his mind screaming at him to just push her, make her stop, but he didn't move.

'I know everything this creature has every experienced, every thought, every memory…' Her tongue came out to teasingly wet her lips. '…every fantasy. It wants you just as much as you do. Do you want to know how it feels whenever you're around it?'

She held his stare.

'I could make you see. Make you feel what it feels….' She tempted while her finger slid between the buttons of his shirt.

His breath caught in his throat when her skin touched his bare chest.

'No!' He jolted out of his reverie, snatching her wrist.

Before he could say another word his mind was assaulted by an onslaught of images, tastes, scents and sounds that flowed freely from the point where their skins came into contact straight to his brain.

He gasped, struggling to keep his breathing even, his heart from pounding out of his chest as he was assaulted by an irresistible myriad of fragmented dreams and yearnings - vivid flashes of sweat covered skin, eager mouths and probing tongues, overwhelming desire as their naked bodies crashed together.

'God…' He choked out, letting go of her hand and stumbling backwards still reeling from the intense surge of emotions reeking havoc inside of him.

He blinked a couple of times, trying to focus, barely aware of the words being spoken:

'I can do so much, Kal-El. I could make it remember.'

He shook his head. He needed to concentrate. This was all a trick. He need to…

'I could make it forget what happened before.'

He frowned confused.

'It wouldn't know who you really are. There would be no annoying questions about Kal-El or who I am.'

'No!' He managed to pant out.

'Oh, come on! You know you don't mean that.'

He hastily backtracked when she tried to close the distance between them once again.

'This is all a lie. You're making this up.' He tried to rationalize it.

'I can't fabricate false memories or fantasies.' She paused for a moment and then let out a laugh: 'Well, actually I can, but none as juicy as these. These are all hers. And you have to admire the fact that I haven't made lunch out of them. They're quite delicious!'

Still dumbfounded by the whole experience he was so distracted that he didn't even realise she'd moved until she was leaning into him and had him backed up against the stove.

'You could have me, Clark.'

'No… You're not… her,' He uttered weakly and she pressed closer.

Her hands on his chest, her body flush against his, her mouth so close, her scent surrounding him… it was intoxicating.

Almost there.

Being Kryptonian in nature, his mind was stronger, it was impossible to take it over, not as easily as a human's. But there was a way.

'Just give in.' She coaxed letting her lips brush over his.

The new flood of visions broken through his last fragment of his resistance and his arms mindlessly wrapped around her to draw her closer for a ravenous kiss.

Their mouth fused together, his lips fervently sucking at hers, his tongue pushing inside as the crystal remained forgotten, clutched in his hand.

His mind brimmed with a powerful surge of passion, he could feel himself falling being engulfed, overpowered, taken over… there was something…

He couldn't do this…! With his last scrap of awareness he gripped the crystal tighter in his hand and it started to glow, targeting the Zoner.

He tried to push her away but this only unleashed a dilacerating pain that cut through his chest. It was as if part of him had merged with the Zoner, a part that was now being ripped from him as the crystal's beam intensified until the two were enveloped in the blinding light.

The pain tore through him, but he refused to let go as he fell further into oblivion until he passed out.

With a dull thud the crystal fell limply from his hand, the light irradiating from it subsiding once it had achieved its goal and imprisoned the Zoner.

By the time Lois and Clark's bodies hit the floor there were not two but three unconscious bodies in the house.

Chapter 5

'Lois…' Her name was the first thing to tumble from his lips when awareness filtered in.

His head was throbbing with a dull ache as was his entire body. The pain seemed to double when he opened his eyes and winced.

When his blurry vision cleared, he could see her lying next to him, sluggishly stirring, letting out a string of complaining mewls.

Pushing himself off the floor, he crawled towards her ignoring the sting in every muscle brought on by his movements.

'Why do I feel like I've just been run over by a stampede of angry cows?' She grumbled holding her hand up to her pounding temple.

'Are you ok?' He asked resting a concerned hand on her arm.

She paused and looked up at him from under a scowl. Her gaze dropped accusingly to his prying hand and then back up again.

'That's Lois! No doubt about it!' He thought shyly pulling away as the two painfully scrambled to their feet.

'What just happened?' She asked leaning on the kitchen table for support when her knees seemed intent on giving out from under her.

'I-I…' He stammered not knowing how much she actually remembered.

Did she remember-?

'Where is… ouch!... bizzaro smoke girl?'

Yep, she remembered. Damn!

'Is my head pulsating? Cause I feel like it's going big, small, big, small. God, I need an aspirin!'

'I'll get you one.' He quickly offered seeing his chance to buy himself some time to figure out what to do in the situation.

Not waiting for her reply he made his way to the bathroom to retrieve the small bottle from the medicine cabinet. He took his time when he got there standing in front of the sink, staring at his mirrored image.

What was he going to do?

In the meantime, Lois moaned and groaned her way to the freezer retrieving the first icy thing she saw, which just happened to be a bag of frozen peas.

'That should do it!' She figured bringing the cold package to the back of her head and letting out another disgruntled moan.

She must've been hearing an echo, because she could swear hers wasn't the only complaining sound reverberating through the kitchen area. Since when did the Kent household have an echo?

'Smallville!' She flinched when her own yelling voice brought on a new wave of pain, this one accompanied by an intense sense of nausea.

She needed to sit down, she realised, shuffling over to the nearest stool she could find.

'Here you go.' Clark apologized walking into the kitchen.

'God, Smallville, where do you keep the medicine, stashed in the barn or something? What took you-'

She stopped halfway through her sarcastic remark when she looked up.

'Ok, sitting doesn't seem to be working. Maybe I need to lie down.' She muttered in disbelief.

In front of her, instead of the usual single Clark, there were two – one standing just a few feet from her holding out a bottle of pills, a confused frown on his face and behind the stove, hunched over in the middle of the dining room, scratching the back of his head was a second one.

'Why is second Clark stark naked?' She wondered out loud, her eyes fixed on the unclothed man's chest causing Clark to turn around.

His jaw dropped to the floor when he was faced with… himself?

The man seemed to be as dumbfounded as they were as he absentmindedly walked around the stove and entered the kitchen area, seemingly unaware of his state of undress.

'Who are you?' The two Clark's asked in unison.

With the frozen bag of peas still firmly pressed against the back of her skull, Lois leaned sideways to peek around Clark at the naked stranger.

'Well, whoever he is he's a pretty accurate replica.' She mused, arching her right eyebrow suggestively as she took in the sight of him and compared it to a specific memory she had stashed away in a private corner of her mind.

'Lois!' Clark scolded turning to face her with a reprimanding glare.

She looked up at him innocently.

'What?! It's true, isn't it?'

Clark rolled his eyes at her and looked back at his replica.

'Do you mind?' He chastised, his gaze dropping to point out his lack of clothing.

The naked man's reply was a dismissive shrug causing Clark to widen his eyes and a smirk to spread over Lois' lips. He seemed pretty comfortable just the way he was.

Clark let out a frustrated sigh. Never taking his eyes off of his double he strode towards the living room, snatched the blanket that was covering the couch and walked back into the kitchen throwing it at his naked doppelganger.

What the hell had happened?

He didn't even try to make a move for it and the blanket fell droopily at his feet.

'Pick it up, wrap it around your waist.'

Clark's order elicited a cynical eyebrow lift from the clone, but eventually he relented and did as he was told.

'Party pooper.' Clark heard Lois mutter.

'Lois!'

She ignored his reproach, her eyes now focused on the small object on the floor near the mantle.

The twin seemed to notice it too as it picked it up along with the blanket. Wrapping it around his waist, much like one would do with a towel, he turned his attention to the crystal.

'What is that?' Lois asked finally getting up, the bag of peas now forgotten on the kitchen table.

'Lois… I…'

'Did psycho chick bring it with her?' She continued her inquiry coming closer to inspect the object.

Looking up at the Clark she knew instantly - there was something he wasn't telling her.

'Smallville?'

'Look, it's complicated.' Clark began, but was interrupted.

'Not really.'

Clark's eyes snapped at his replica threateningly. His mind was in chaos as he tried to make sense of the presence of his doppelganger and at the same time struggled with an answer to Lois' question.

'What's going on here? Who is he?'

'I don't know.' Clark replied honestly.

'Name's Kal.'

Clark's eyes widened as his mind started to piece together a theory of what had happened during the struggle with Zoner. No, it couldn't be!

'Kal?' Lois frowned trying to remember where she'd heard that name before. 'That's the guy the other woman was looking for!' She realised. 'How? When?'

Oh, her headache was flaring up again. Man, it hurt!

Clark's gaze alternated from Kal to Lois and back again. How was he going to explain this to her? He took a deep breath and questioned:

'What's the last thing you remember?'

She narrowed her eyes as she tried to pinpoint the last recollection she had of that evening before waking up on the floor. It was kind of hard what with a half naked Clark standing in front of her.

'Psycho chick trying to choke me to death.' She supplied promptly after a moment of pause.

'Well… as you were… um… about to pass out… psycho…' He shook his head and corrected: '...the woman took over your body.' He stammered.

'Oh goody, I got body-jacked… Again! And complete with mind wipe and everything!' Lois sneered sarcastically.

This was becoming too common a habit to have and not a very healthy one at that.

She looked at him and waited for him to say something else. When he didn't she huffed out:

'And? What'd she do?'

Seeing the hesitation in Clark's face, her eyes widened in fear.

'Oh, no! I didn't go all sleazy-ho on you again, did I?'

She didn't have any recollection, but from what little she'd squeezed out of her cousin added to the ensemble she'd found herself in after coming to on Valentine's day, she could only imagine what she'd done. Even though Clark had assured her nothing major had happened, she still had her suspicions.

'No-no! Nothing like that!'

'Oh, thank God!' She sighed in relief.

Back on track she questioned:

'So, what'd she do? What did she want?'

'Um…'

Kal just stood by and watched amused as Clark clumsily tried to explain what had happened, promptly skipping over the more appealing points the interaction with the Zoner.

'It… um… we fought! And… well, I passed out in the middle of the struggle and when I came to… she must have done something.' He lied through his teeth, his stomach turning in revulsion at his actions.

Kal let out a harsh snigger. What a wuss!

'What?' Lois demanded turning her attention to the other Clark.

He just smirked smugly at her, leaning back against the stove.

Lois found it hard to keep her eyes on his face and not let them drift down to his exposed chest, but she was extremely proud of herself when she managed to do it.

'And where did he come from?'

'Yes, Clark, where do I come from?' Kal questioned mockingly.

'As far as I can tell… He's… he's me! Well, part of me.'

'Huh?'

'Oh, God, here we go!'

'Do you remember Valentine's day?'

'Actually? No! Mind wipe, remember? It's kind of a nasty habit I've picked up since moving to Smallville.'

'Remember how I wasn't acting like myself either.'

'You mean acting like a real pompous, arrogant ass, chewing your mom's head off because of Lionel at Lana and Lex's engagement party, kidnapping the bride to be and whooshing her over to God knows where? Not to mention somewhere in the middle doing something to Chloe that made her not want to speak to you ever again?'

She couldn't help it, she just couldn't. She'd been told how hurtful he'd been to everyone he loved, especially his mother and the fact that she'd just forgiven him had angered her even more.

They'd tried to explain it to her; told her that Clark had some sort of disorder, like a double personality or something and that the lipstick had probably brought it out of him, but she didn't buy it. She'd been affected by it too and yes it had turned her into a love-struck teen girl but she hadn't done anything remotely close to what he had.

He dropped his gaze in shame as he said almost unintelligible:

'Yes.'

'That I remember.'

'I guess that part of me got… we got separated somehow… physically.'

Saying it out loud made it sound so insane, not even he could believe it.

Lois just stared at him like he'd sprouted a second head. Well, come to think of it he kind of had, not only a second head but a whole body.

'Look, I don't know how to explain it either, but I figure whatever that woman did it split us apart and now… well, here he is – Kal!' Clark waved his hand in the direction of his clone.

Lois eyed him suspiciously; somehow he didn't seem as interesting as he had at first.

'So, during my…' She gulped. '…slut phase…?' She trailed off looking Kal up and down. 'Then I guess we already know each other.'

'I guess we do.' He gave her a sly, knowing look, slightly pursing his lips together.

Instinctively, Clark stepped in front of Lois.

'You keep away from her.' He sneered in a low voice.

He was distracted when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

'Excuse me, but I don't remember ordering a knight in shining armour. I can take care of myself, thank you.' She reprimanded proudly raising her chin up at him.

'Yes, Clark, she can.' Kal jumped in pushing himself off the stove and strutting closer to them. 'Isn't there somewhere you have to be, some brooding you have coming, maybe someone you have to rescue?' He asked dismissively, his eyes on the woman behind him.

'Chloe…' He gasped, suddenly remembering.

How could he have forgotten?

'Yes, Chloe. Go help her.' Kal shushed him, coming around Clark, completely centred on Lois.

'What about Chloe?' Lois jumped to attention at the mention of her cousin forgetting all the blatant incongruences in Clark's story.

'She's in the hospital.'

'What?! What happened?'

'I don't know.' He lied again.

He had a pretty good idea of what had happened.

'She's in Metropolis.' He informed. 'I have to go check on her.' Turning to Kal he added: 'You're coming with me.'

'No way.' Kal chuckled 'I have better things to do.' He said leering at Lois from head to toe.

Clark felt his blood begin to boil.

'Lois, you stay here.' He gritted staring fiercely at Kal.

'You're joking right?' Lois scoffed.

'I'll call you-'

'Forget it! I'm coming!'

That promptly ended the discussion.

'In that case, I'm coming too.' Kal spoke up earning a glare from Clark and a frown from Lois.

Chapter 6

'I'm sorry miss, but like I said we don't give out patient care information over the phone.' The woman droned monotonically.

Lois let out an exasperated breath, clutching the cell phone closer to her ear as she paced frantically around in the kitchen.

'I know that. I just want to know if she's ok.'

'We are not allowed to-'

'I swear, if you say that one more time I'm going to…'

Clark winced when he heard the string of curses coming from downstairs.

'Feisty one, isn't she?' Kal smirked throwing another shirt onto the growing pile of clothes on the bed.

'Will you just pick something already?' Clark muttered ignoring his remark, his patience wearing thin.

'I would if you had anything other than plaid.' Kal snorted back scanning the contents of Clark's wardrobe with a disgusted expression.

Eventually, he spotted a green t-shirt and with a relenting sigh he put it on.

It would have to do, for now. At least farm boy still had the leather jacket, he noted slipping it on.

'Are you done?' Clark asked clearly annoyed when Kal simply walked out of the room and into the bathroom. 'What are you doing?' He questioned when his counterpart inspected the contents of the sink before picking up his bottle of cologne.

Opening it he took a whiff, making a face. Once again, it would have to do.

Clark let out an aggravated growl, his foot tapping an impatient beat on the tiled floor.

'If you're in such a hurry why don't you just super speed over there. I can take care off of the little spitfire downstairs.' Kal leered with a glint in his eyes that made Clark's stomach crawl.

'Until we figure out a way to fix this you are going to stay away from, get it?' He gritted threateningly standing up straight and setting his shoulders.

Kal's lips curled sideways for a smug grin and he shook his head. When he tried to leave, Clark stepped in front of him, blocking his way to the door, his hand on Kal's chest, keeping him from moving as he repeated in a low voice:

'Stay away from Lois.'

Slowly, Kal raised his eyes to glare back at Clark.

'Or what?'

'Or we'll have a problem.' Clark retorted matching his cold gaze.

Without a word, Kal swatted Clark's hand away, their shoulders crashing together as he walked past him out into the hall.

'Finally!' Lois exclaimed, dismissively turning off her cell phone not bothering to end the conversation she was having when the two came down the stairs.

She gulped a little when she saw Kal. She'd wondered how she would be able to tell the two apart. After seeing him she realised that wouldn't be a problem.

So, Smallville owned non-plaid clothing, and a leather jacket to top it.

'Can we go now?' She made sure to keep from her voice the jittery feeling rumbling in her chest.

She was quite successful at it.

Kal nodded adding a seductive smile that sent a chill down Lois' spine.

'Definitely not a problem telling them apart.'

She'd never seen that look on Smallville's face.

Clark's eyes widened at the exchange of flirtatious glances between the two; his gut clenching when his ears picked up Lois' heartbeat as it skipped a couple of beats.

The whole thing was freaking her out, not just the double dose of Clark, but the fact that she'd just accepted the highly unusual situation so straightforwardly. She'd been in Smallville for too long!

The two stood next to each other and she looked at them for a moment – they were identical and yet so strikingly different. Clark seemed goofily uncomfortable in his own skin, hands shoved in his pocked, shoulders slouched, Kal, on the other hand, stood tall, oozing confidence.

If one Clark was already complicated to deal with, two was just an overload of… Well, whatever it was it was definitely an overload.

She shook her head, pushing the creeping thought into the back of her mind as she opened the door and confidently strutted outside. She needed to focus on her cousin; she'd deal with this later.

'We'll take my truck.' Clark announced.

Kal reached for the keys, but Clark quickly snatched them from the counter before he could get to them.

'I'm driving.' He snarled.

Kal just shrugged and followed Lois who was already waiting outside.

The three walked silently to the truck, Clark sitting behind the wheel, Kal taking the passenger's seat and Lois sitting right smack in the middle of the two.

'Great, I get the gear shaft.' Lois protested shifting in her seat.

'You can always sit on my lap.'

At Kal's suggestion a low growl filled the claustrophobic cabin.

Lois' eyes grew large when she realised it had come from Clark.

'I think I prefer the gear shaft.' Lois replied haughtily throwing Clark a frowning glimpse.

Turning the key in the ignition the engine roared loudly as they began to make the long drive to Metropolis in the middle of the night.

The first few minutes were spent in uncomfortable silence that made the hairs in the back of Lois' neck stand. Her mind frenetically searched for a topic. Considering all the unanswered questions she'd had back in the house she was shocked to find that she couldn't think of any at that moment.

'Did they tell you anything over the phone?' Clark finally spoke, putting an end to the unbearable stillness.

'No, the woman just kept repeating they couldn't give that kind of information over the phone.' She grumbled.

Her stomach fluttered wildly when she felt Kal stir and his black jean-clad leg brushed against hers. Instinctively, she inched closer to Clark.

His hands instantly fisted around the wheel, gripping it a little too tightly, his pulse starting to race at her proximity.

The seconds ticked away loudly.

'God, you two take up a lot of space.' She noted tensely, trying desperately to find a way to break the silence.

Cocking his eyebrow at her, Kal moved his left arm, bringing it to rest on the back of the seat behind Lois.

'Better?' His voice was pure sugar and so close to her ear that she could feel his breath on her flaming cheek.

'Not really.'

'Yeah.' Lois cringed when her voice broke halfway through the single word.

Clark's foot pressed on the gas peddle causing the truck to suddenly propel them forward.

'Easy there. Maybe I should do the driving.' Kal suggested dryly.

'I'm driving.' Clark grumbled, throwing Kal a dirty glare.

Lois gulped picking up on the awkward tension between the two men.

Clark was so consumed by the strange feeling of anger bubbling inside of him his hand overshot its target as he reached for the gear shaft and accidentally grabbed Lois' knee instead causing her to jump up.

His offending hand retreated immediately, as if scalded and he mumbled nervously:

'Um... sorry.'

'Just watch it next time.' She'd gone for annoyed, but that wasn't exactly the sentiment that transpired through in her tone.

She tried to keep her eyes fixed on the road in front, but no matter how much she tried to avoid it, all her senses seemed to be attuned to every inch of her that was in contact with the two men she was currently sandwiched between.

On the right, her arm brushed lightly against Clark's, on the left, well… there was little of her body that wasn't touching Kal, her thigh and leg were flush against his and her arm and back were trapped in a half embrace.

'Hey!' She jolted to attention when she felt his thumb sweep down the side of her neck.

She didn't have time to say anything else as Clark suddenly slammed on the breaks, bringing the car to a screeching halt.

'That's it! You're riding in the tail.' Clark roared throwing daggers at his counterpart.

Kal's response was to simply tilt his head sideways and gnash:

'Make me.'

Before Lois could realise what was happening Clark had exited the truck, slamming the door and coming around to haul Kal out by the lapels of his leather jacket.

Lois scrambled out of the vehicle to see Clark shoving Kal against the side of the truck.

'I told you to stay away from her!' He spat in his face.

Lois' mouth opened to protest against the sudden chauvinist outburst. She didn't need Clark to fight her battles and who the hell did he think he was telling people to stay away from her. But before she could say anything Kal's eerily gritted retort interrupted her:

'Get. Your. Hands. Off. Of. Me.'

'Not Lois.' Clark narrowed his eyes at him, pushing him again.

'Hey!' Lois snapped affronted, but the two men seemed too occupied throwing death stares at each other to notice her pissed off remark.

'I didn't see any property of Clark Kent stamp on her.' Kal retorted; his voice dropped low as he added: 'And believe me I've seen quite a bit of her.'

That did it! Fuming, Lois stumped her way around the truck and plopped down on the driver's seat.

Kal stumbled backwards bringing Clark with him as the truck revved up and drove away leaving the two dumbfounded scrambling to their feet in the middle of the road.

'Lois?' Clark yelled after her. 'Lois!'

'See what you did?' Kal mocked earning yet another glare from Clark before the two began chasing after the quickly retreating truck.