When Churches Come Crashing Down

Folc4evernaday | Rated: M | Chapter 3

"The boss?" Lana echoed. "I thought that was Lex Luthor."

"Nothing is as it seems, but you know that all too well, don't you, Ms. Lang?" Mrs. Cox teased snidely.

"So, if I work for …the boss…you keep quiet?" Lana asked, reassuring herself that she understood the agreement.

"As long as you're a good little girl and do as you're told I don't see why not."

"So, you weren't affected by the drug?" Agent Scardino asked.

Lucy looked up at him uncomfortably, "Look, Dan, I'm really not comfortable talking about that day. A lot of really bad things occurred that day. My family is still dealing with the repercussions. Could you please talk to someone else about this?"

"You were there. I need your statement." Dan said pointedly. "Now about the blast…"

Clark awoke to the sound of rain drumming against the window outside his and Lois' bedroom. He felt a familiar weight against his chest and another familiar weight against his legs. He looked down at the sleeping figure of his wife and was surprised to find her body tightly intertwined with his. He didn't remember falling asleep with her like this. He hadn't fallen asleep with her like this in a long time; since before Luthor's attack on the Daily Planet.

He rolled over on his side to face her, allowing her soft hair to fall against his chest. His hand brushed against her cheek. He leaned in to kiss her. He missed this.

His head was fuzzy.

He couldn't seem to remember much of ….anything.

What exactly had happened yesterday?

"Lana, I'm glad you're here." Lucy smiled at her colleague when she walked through the door. "We've had this DEA agent asking questions about the blast a few months ago and the effects it had on people. He wanted to ask you a few questions…"

Lana smiled at Lucy, "Sure."

"Great," Dan said, walking up behind Lana, "When can we get started?"

Lana glanced apprehensively between Lucy and Dan but continued to smile. "Now?"

Lois awoke to find herself alone in bed. "Great." She muttered under her breath, "Some things never change." She grabbed the robe from the door and wrapped it around herself; making her way towards the kitchen to fix herself some coffee.

She was greeted by the sight of her husband hovering over his laptop with a look of concern on his face. Files were scattered everywhere. He seemed oblivious to her entering the room. "Clark?" She called cautiously. "Everything okay?"

He glanced up; startled slightly to see her, "What?"

She slowly approached him, taking a seat next to him, "I asked if everything was okay."

"I don't know." He said, shaking his head; worry written all over his face.

"What do you mean 'you don't know?'?" Lois pressed.

"I don't know. I can't seem to remember a lot of the details from yesterday. I remember the fire at the orphanage. I remember us talking about the Kryptonite at S.T.A.R. Labs…" He shook his head in disgust, "I can't remember anything else."

Lois stared at him dumbfounded. He didn't remember? How was that possible? He didn't remember. They'd finally ended the dry spell in their marriage and he didn't remember?

"Lois? Did you hear what I just said?"

She smiled weakly at him, "Yeah. Uh, yeah, so…so…you …you don't…re-remember…anything?"

"Well, some….in bits and pieces….none of it really makes any sense…" He explained.

"What are you doing here?" She gestured to the files.

"I'm trying to backtrack and see what happened yesterday," Clark explained.

"Well, I know you had said you answered a call at a bank alarm." Lois supplied helpfully.

"Yeah, I've got that." Clark pointed to the article; describing the scene. "But there's nothing else after that…Superman wise."

Lois bit her lower lip. He really didn't remember? He didn't remember taking her into the conference room, locking the door, shutting all the blinds and making love to her for the first time in over five months….

"Lois?"

"Huh?" She gave him a weak smile.

"Where were you?"

"Oh, just somewhere else." She muttered. "Somewhere else."

"Do you remember what all happened after the bank alarm?" He asked.

"Well, we were really busy….at the Planet."

'In the conference room.'

"We were working on the follow-ups…"

'In the archives…'

"We…we…were …just really…really busy."

Clark looked at her cautiously, "So, no Superman the rest of the night?"

'Not unless you count him taking you on the ceiling….'

"No, just….work…" She got up and headed for the coffee maker to begin brewing some coffee. She could still feel his eyes on her.

"Interesting piece of jewelry you have there, Ms. Stride." Linda King said examining the necklace she wore.

"It's my good luck charm; from a dear friend." Diana supplied with a smile.

"Well, my compliments to the friend. He certainly has good taste." Linda remarked.

"That he does."

"I told Perry we were going to work from home today," Lois said, sitting down next to Clark.

"That's probably for the best. Maybe we can try and figure out what happened yesterday. I just don't understand how I can…not remember…."

She could have sworn she saw him blush slightly. Did he suspect….? He would have said something. "Well, do you remember the answering the bank alarm?" Lois asked.

"Bits and pieces," Clark explained. "It's kinda hazy."

"Do you remember meeting me outside the Planet afterward?"

"I think so."

"Do you remember Perry introducing us to Diana Stride?"

"No…" He shook his head.

Lois stared at him apprehensively. What should she do? Let him remember on his own? It was just part of a day; not his whole life. It couldn't hurt; could it? Returning to their previous dry spell was not what she wanted. Last night for the first time in a long time she had felt like Clark was actually letting her in. She felt loved and cherished in a way she hadn't in months.

'Just bite the bullet…'

"Clark?"

"Hmmm?"

"Are you sure you don't remember what happened after that? Not even a little bit?"

"No."

"So, you don't remember us talking with Dianna Stride?"

"No."

"You don't remember going in the conference room and—"

"I'm sorry. I don't remember anything much after the bank alarm." He apologized, looking at her apprehensively. "Did something happen?"

She did her best to suppress her pained expression.

'How could he not remember?'

"You could say that." She began hesitantly. "There wasn't any Superman activity because you were….preoccupied."

"Preoccupied?" He echoed.

"You really don't remember?" She asked with a pained expression.

"No, I'm sorry. I don't." He apologized again, "Just tell me. I'm going crazy imagining every worst-case scenario."

"We got to the Planet. Perry introduced us to Dianna Stride. Then after she left we went in the conference room, soon followed with the archives and later…." Her mind began to drift and she shook her head, steering it back to the task at hand. "We made love …."

He turned his head to face her, "What?"

"Finally…in the conference room, the archives, and …" She took a deep breath, "For the first time in five months."

"Jimmy!" Perry shouted across the newsroom when he saw the young man run by his office, carrying files towards the research department.

Jimmy stopped and turned towards Perry, "What's up, Chief?"

"What's this about?" Perry held up a pink slip with a phone message that had been left on his desk.

"Oh, yeah. Lois called earlier while you were out. She and CK are doing some follow-ups on the fires and the break in at S.T.A.R. Labs and they're going to work from home today because CK's not feeling that great."

"Working from home?" Perry asked curiously, eyebrows raised.

"Yeah."

"Like they did yesterday afternoon?"

"I guess." Jimmy shrugged, not catching Perry's meaning. "I gotta get these files over to Doris…"

"You don't remember any of it?" Lois was holding back tears, trying not to let him see. Even if it wasn't his fault it still hurt.

"I'm sorry." He shook his head. "I wish I did. I mean, I figured something was up from the way I woke up with you this morning…" She recalled the way they had fallen asleep last night and blushed. He placed an arm around her, pulling her against his chest, "I'm sorry…"

"It's not your fault." She muttered. She was being bitter and she knew it. She pulled herself out of his arms and stood up. "You were obviously drugged… somehow…..I guess that's the only explanation, right?"

"I-I don't know." Clark's tone was a bit guarded, "What do you mean 'that's the only explanation.'"

"Exactly what I said." She said, "We should probably look at what was taken from the Kryptonite vault. It could be related. It's not like you can be drugged by just anything…"

"That's not what you meant." He challenged.

She was getting agitated. He kept pushing her. She really didn't want to talk about it. "Don't tell me what I meant. I think I know what I mean when I'm saying it; I don't need you to translate!" She snapped. He stood in front of her with his arms crossed, waiting for an answer. She hated it when he did that.

"I know you better than that, Lois."

"You know me?" She challenged; giving a sarcastic laugh. "That's hysterical because I sure as hell don't know you anymore. You don't let me in. You shut me out. You find every excuse in the book to appear as Superman everywhere around the world." She ticked off each point on her hand as she spoke.

"That is ridiculous!"

"Is it?" She challenged. The tears she had been suppressing were now streaming down her face. "Because all I know is that you never used to hear cries for help like that before; now all of a sudden…" She made a flying gesture with her hand. "Except for yesterday." She remarked bitterly.

"There weren't as many disasters before as there are now." He remarked bitterly. "Between the Kryptonite; the fires, Intergang, this crazy Superman hate group that's growing, and the remnants of Luthor in Metropolis I've been a little busy!"

"A little?" She challenged.

"Can we please just drop it? We need to figure out what happened…"

"No."

"What?"

"No, I am not going to just drop it. That's what you've been doing with everything for the last five months and I'm sick of it!" She hissed angrily. "You've done that with everything. Jordan. Us. Anytime I try to have a conversation with you about anything outside of work….. Superman's needed and you know what? I'm sick of it! I'm…."

Her rant was silenced by his lips capturing hers as he scooped her into his arms; carrying her determinedly up the stairs towards their bedroom.

"What's wrong with him?" The young woman asked in a hushed whisper.

The doctor examined the young child carefully then looked up at the woman in concern, "Who is this boy's father?"

"I…I…"

"His skin is invulnerable, Miss. Who is his father?"

"I can't tell you." She said in a hushed whisper.

She leaned back against the mattress as she pulled Clark on top of her; moaning in approval as she felt his hand cup her face, tracing the outline of her jaw. She loved kissing Clark. She lightly traced a path through his hair with her fingertips, enjoying the feel of his hair against her hands. He moaned into her mouth as she lightly tugged on his bottom lip with her teeth. She lightly teased him with the tip of her tongue; inviting him to explore her mouth. "Clark…" She moaned against him.

Oh, God, she needed this. She needed to feel loved in his arms. The fear and pain of losing Jordan had taken an emotional toll on her. The tiny doubts that continued to plague her subconscious wore her down. She needed to feel his skin against hers. She was hurting. It had been five months. The only thing she knew was how good it felt in his arms. The passion between them slowly began to build into a raging inferno as she tightened her arms around him.

She moaned as she felt his tongue trace the outline of her mouth. She moved her hands up to trace his jawline, deepening the kiss. She smiled against his mouth as she slowly slipped her tongue inside his. She felt the rumble against her mouth as he moaned in pleasure. She felt him press his hard frame against her. His arms wrapped tightly around her as their embrace continued. Lois ran her hands up and down his back, trying to find the hem of his shirt. "Oh, God, Clark…" She moaned in approval as she felt his arousal pressed up against her hip.

She moved her left leg up and down his leg. She moaned in approval as his hands gently massaged her thigh. "I love you so much." He whispered against her lips.

Finding the hem of his shirt, she tugged at it; pulling it over his head. He pulled away from her to disentangle himself from the shirt; tossing it to the ground. He lowered himself back into her arms, recapturing her mouth. She moaned in approval against his lips; wrapping her arms around him as she began exploring his broad shoulders, reveling in the feel of him beneath her fingertips. "I love you so much." He whispered.

How could he not remember? He could remember every moan and cry of pleasure she'd ever made. He'd recalled her scent; her taste each time she climaxed against him. He'd never been able to forget; so what had been different? She needed this; just as much as he needed it. He needed to lose himself in her arms. The things she'd said before; they hurt, but some of it had been true. He had been hiding from her; he just hadn't realized she'd been wise to what he'd been doing.

Lois reached down to unfasten his jeans as he gently massaged her thighs. He looked down at her and smiled, "I love you so much." He whispered. She slipped her hand beneath the waistband of his boxers and curled her hand around his length, "Oh, God…" He moaned. He lowered his mouth back down to hers and pushed the cotton shorts bottoms down over her hips. He lifted up slightly to allow her to disentangle herself from the cotton garment. He lowered himself back down into her embrace. The chill she had begun to feel from the absence of his body heat quickly faded as she marveled at the feeling of his hands against her skin. She moaned in approval as his hands roamed up and down the flesh of her bottom, gently squeezing it.

"Oh, God, Clark…" She moaned. She held his length firmly in her grasp, gliding her hand up and down his impressive length. His hands moved to her back, pushing the tank top up her body, revealing her ivory skin to him.

She pushed the shirt back down, "No…" she shook her head.

"Please…" he whispered, lifting the edge of her shirt again, "…don't do that." He lowered himself to her abdomen, brushing his lips against the edge of skin exposed.

"Clark…" she sighed, sinking into the mattress.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered. He whispered feather light kisses along her abdomen, pushing her tank top up along the way. The scar. It was a constant reminder to both of them of what they had lost. It didn't matter. He needed this. They needed this. Don't think about Jordan.

She fought back tears as she felt him brush his hand against the scar on her abdomen. He stopped, lifting his head up to look at her, "I'm so sorry…" he whispered hoarsely. She could feel the heat from the tears as they fell.

She ran her fingers through his hair. "Clark…"

His lips brushed against her abdomen, moving upward, revealing her flesh mounds to him. "Lois…" He gently squeezed her right mound, grazing his thumb against her erect nipple. She could feel the moisture from his tears against her navel as his lips pressed against her scar.

She pulled her tank top over her head, tossing it to the floor. She pulled him upward, whispering feather light kisses against his tearstained cheeks. "Please…" she pleaded, raking his hair with her hands. "Make love to me, Clark…"

She gasped when he dipped his head down into the valley between her breasts, leaving a heated rain of kisses along his wake. She pushed his boxers down his legs along with his jeans. He pulled away long enough to kick the garments to the floor then lowered himself back into Lois' arms once more.

She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him down to recapture his mouth. He moaned against her lips. She wrapped her legs securely around his waist, eliciting a moan of approval from him. His hands roamed up and down her inner thighs, gently massaging them as he inched his hands upward. She arched her back toward him as she took a hold of his length once more.

He traced a path along the moist feminine folds. "Clark…" She moaned in pleasure, anticipating his next move. He teased her nub, feeling the moisture against his hand. He continued to rain a trail of heated kisses along her breast line. She fingered the dark curls of his hair as he nibbled at the skin below her breast line, eliciting a moan of approval from her. "Oh, God…"

He lightly blew against her erect buds. She held her breath in anticipation as he lowered his mouth over her right mound. "Oh, God…" she moaned. The sensation of his mouth against her breast was driving her crazy. She wrapped her hand more tightly around his length, eliciting a moan of approval. She gently glided her hand up and down his length as he continued to suckle at her rosy buds.

"Oh, God…Lois..." he moaned against her skin, He reached down to remove her hand from his length. She reached up to pull him back to her level. He lowered his mouth on her left mound; giving it the same attention he had the right. She fisted his dark hair, encouraging his ministrations.

"Cl…" She moaned, "Oh, God…" She arched her back against him, "Please…Oh, God, Clark…" He lifted his head from her breast and moved down to her navel as he trailed a heated path downward.

"Lois, you are so beautiful…" He murmured against her skin. He showered her body with a rain of feather light kisses.

"Oh, God…" she moaned in pleasure. He smiled against her skin.

Her toes were beginning to curl. Her inner thighs were beginning to quiver at his touch. He moved his hand up and down her buttocks, gently squeezing it. She moaned as he teased her navel with his tongue. The heat of his breath against her skin combined with everything else was slowly pushing her over the edge. "Oh, God, Clark…" She moaned in approval as he lowered his mouth to her inner thigh, "Oh, God…yes…" She sank deeper into the mattress.

"I love you." His hand gently grazed against the scarred skin where their son had been cut out of her. He lowered his mouth to the skin, conveying the love he felt for her. "…every inch." He slowly pulled away from her, inching himself back up her body until he was face to face with her once more. He whispered, cupping her cheek. She felt the love in his eyes as he spoke. He lowered his mouth back down to meet hers.

She moaned in approval as his arms tightened around her body, pulling her to him. Her legs wrapped tightly around his waist. She felt his arousal pressed up against her. He slipped his hand in between their bodies, tracing the hidden path of her feminine folds with his index finger. He slipped his finger inside her. She moaned in approval, "Cl…"

"I love it when you make that sound." He whispered hoarsely, lowering his mouth to meet hers once again. He continued to thrust inside her. Her body began to quiver at his touch. She didn't know how much more of this she could take.

She wrapped her legs more securely around him, eliciting a moan of pleasure from him. "…please…" she pleaded with him, reaching for his throbbing member.

"Oh, God …" He moaned as she wrapped her hand around him. He moved to center himself at her entrance, teasing her nub with his tip.

"Clar…" She let out a low growl. She tightened her legs around him, pulling him closer. He smiled against her and slowly entered her.

"Oh, God, Lois…" He moaned as he fully sheathed himself inside her.

"Oh, God, yes…" She moaned, tightening her legs around him.

He buried his face against her neck, "Oh, God, Loisss…" He fought for control as he felt her inner warmth surround his member. He moved to capture her mouth once more and began to thrust inside her. He moaned in pleasure as she clenched her inner muscles around him, "Don't…do…that…." He murmured, recapturing her mouth. "…or…we'll…be…done…before…we get…started…"

She laughed against his mouth, moaning in pleasure as she felt him begin to move inside of her. She wrapped her legs around his waist, resting her ankles against his backside. "Oh, God, Clark…Oh…" she moaned, feeling his rigid hardness gliding against her inner walls. Five months. Before yesterday, it had been five months since she'd felt him…Finally. "Oh, Cl…" He slid in and out of her; slowly at first then with more momentum.

He captured her mouth once more, eliciting a moan of approval from her as he drove into her once more. He felt her inner muscles beginning to convulse around him. He smiled to himself. She tightened her legs around him, keeping him from withdrawing from her as she gave into the waves of pleasure that washed over her. "Clark…Oh, God, Clark…" she cried out.

He fought for control as he listened to her cries of pleasure. He felt her link her arms around his neck, pulling him to her level to kiss him thoroughly. He moaned in pleasure as he moved inside of her. His hands roamed up and down her thighs, caressing her smooth ivory skin as he lifted her backside and drove into her more deeply.

Lois tightened her legs around his waist, feeling the contact she had so desperately sought. She raked her hands through his dark, silky hair; fisting it aggressively. "Yes …Oh, God, Clark…. Please, yes….more…"

He was still holding back.

No more.

No more shutting each other out.

"I need you…." She whispered, tightening her legs around him, pulling him deeper inside her.

"Oh, God, Loiss…" He moaned. He was coming undone. She could feel it as he quivered beneath her touch. She was so close. "Oh, God …" he murmured, leaning down to capture her mouth. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to the point of no return. "Lois…Oh, God, Lois…"

"Oh, Clark…" She whimpered against his skin. She was so very very close. Her back arched off the mattress and she began to grind her hips against his. He sensed what she needed, and held her by the hips, rolling them over so she was on top. She let out a long sigh as she felt him fill her from the new angle. She smiled down at him, running her palms possessively over his chest as she began to move against him.

"Yes….Oh, God….yes…." He growled as she tightened her inner muscles around him. "Oh, God Baby…"

'Baby'

There it was. The word he'd yet to use for so long. The single word they'd reserved strictly for the bedroom that had become taboo over the last few months. "Cl…"

Her hardened nipples pressed against him as she moved against him. His body trembled against hers. She felt like her body was on fire. He was so close. The world around them disappeared. Her legs became numb as the mind-numbing pleasure washed over her.

'Finally.'

She collapsed on top of him as he cried out her name in a possessive growl. She could hear his heart hammering in his chest as he held her to him. She looked up at him with a slow smile. He had a sloppy grin on his face. He pulled her to him, capturing her lips with his.

'Finally.'

She smiled against his lips, tightening her legs around his hips, "I don't want to move…" She felt his arousal pulse from inside her. He tightened his arms around her, cradling her against him.

"I love you, Lois." He whispered, "Don't ever forget that." With that, he leaned in to recapture her mouth once more.

"Were you ever able to take care of that nosey redneck?" Miranda inquired coldly. "I don't like the idea of having someone out there that can identify me."

"We're taking care of it, Miranda." Mrs. Cox replied coolly. "Is everything set?"

"I arranged a meeting with Mr. Church for this afternoon," Miranda replied airily.

"Excellent."

"I'm telling you it ain't right," Bibbo argued with Red Dixon as he cleaned one of the glasses behind the bar. "You got death threats! Why aren't you goin' to the police?"

"The police are crooked!" Red argued.

"You got to tell someone!" Bibbo urged.

"No, I don't!" Red shot back angrily. "I can take care of myself." With that, he headed out the door.

Bibbo noticed Red's jacket on the counter and called after him. "Red!" He opened the door to his bar just in time to see Red start the engine to his truck…..

He fell to the ground; a painful heat enveloped him and he surrendered eagerly to the serenity of darkness.

"Finally…" Lois sighed happily, leaning into his arms.

"Oh, God….Five months…" he moaned.

"I know." She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him in for a kiss. She curled up against him, laying on her side with her back to him. His arms around her waist.

"No more shutting each other out…" Clark murmured.

"No more," she repeated, wiping a tear from her eyes.

"What is it?" Clark asked.

"When I woke up without Jordan….I wanted to die." She whispered softly.

"Lois…" he turned her in his arms to look at him in concern.

"I was so afraid…" she cried. "Now I'd give anything to…"

"I know…" He whispered, holding her close. "I'm so sorry…I don't know what I would do without you…Losing Jordan …. Just about killed me….I don't think I could survive if…"

She brushed her fingers against his lips. "I know…" she cried. "Lucy …and everyone…seem to think having another baby would just….fix everything…but…" her voice cracked. "I don't think I could take it if we had another baby and something else …"

"Lois..." he whispered, brushing the tears from her eyes, "I know…" he sighed, resting his head against hers. "I would love any child we have, but…it scares me to death….there's so much…I can't protect you from…"

"I just feel so cheated…" she sighed. "I have the scar…the stretch marks…I never understood how you could literally ache to hold your baby until now. My heart….it literally feels like its breaking every day…I don't know. I can't explain it. I know there's something someone isn't telling us about Jordan. I just don't feel like he's gone."

Clark sighed, holding her close. He still wasn't sure if there was any merit to her claims but seeing how much she was hurting…"Then I guess we'll figure out what DID happen. You have to stop lashing out at everyone, though. Your sister…everyone just don't know what to do….how to act…what to say."

"I know," she cried. He brushed her cheek with his thumb and pulled her to him, capturing her lips, as he deepened the kiss. He smiled against her lips then stiffened in her arms.

Recognizing his expression, she pulled away, "What is it?" Lois asked concerned. His face was grim. He didn't say a word. "Clark?"

He held up a finger, signaling for her to give him a minute as he listened. He shook his head, "There was an explosion over on Hobb's Bay." He said grimly.

"I'll meet you there." She began.

He shook his head, "No." He gave her 'that look.' It was bad. "Please just stay here and see what you can find out about the break-in at S.T.A.R. Labs. I'll be back as soon as I can." He quickly spun into the suit, gave her a peck on the cheek and was gone.

Lois sighed, shaking her head. It had to be really bad. She turned on the television and switched it to LNN. The news banner below the anchor read, "Car Bombing: Several Injured and Suspected Homicide. Waiting For Confirmation."

"Oh, my God…"

"Your son can't get his immunizations because his skin is impenetrable. How exactly am I supposed to keep this quiet?" The doctor asked.

"I don't want to talk about this. You can't tell anyone…" She shook her head vehemently.

"Did you have an affair with Superman? Is that why you're trying to cover this up?"

"What? No!"

"Then you might want to elaborate on how your son…."

"I'm leaving!" She snapped, grabbing a hold of her son in her arms. "I don't have to answer any of these horrendous questions. She breathed a sigh of relief when she was outside the doctor's office; away from the inquisition she had been subjected to just moments ago. "What am I going to do?" She cried.

Lana Lang sank into the luxurious couch, breathing a sigh of relief as she listened to the silence in her apartment. It had been a long time since she'd heard it. Silence. Her roommate, Linda King had offered her a deal she couldn't refuse when she'd moved to Metropolis. Linda would pay the rent and all Lana would have to do was pay for the groceries. That had been fine until the murder charges had been brought against her. Linda luckily had had the money saved up to pay for the rent and necessities until her release. It was after her release that things had gotten complicated.

TBC...