"The Engagement"
Featured Characters: Lois and Clark
DISCLAIMER: I owe nothing affiliated with Smallville/Superman.
SIDENOTES: Sorry it took so long to get this last piece. But I was getting NOOOOO inspiration.
THANKS: As always, Driverpicksthemusic! Sorry that I had to end another story of mine. :( LOL
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Chapter 4: "Wedding"
"Lois, will you stop fidgeting?" Dinah's voice held an edge. Through the mirror standing in front of her and Lois, Dinah gave her a stern look.
Lois returned a glare back at her good friend through the mirror. "Who's wedding is this? Yours or mine?"
Dinah shook her head. "Well, Mrs. Future Kent, I-"
"Lane-Kent," Lois corrected.
Dinah let out a sigh. "Mrs. Future Lane-Kent, all I ask for is a minute of your stillness. Unless you want your hair to fall out the first five minutes of being in the altar."
"I am not making a move."
Dinah raised a brow and then looked down at Lois' leg.
Lois followed her gaze and noticed that her leg was taping which was making the rest of her body to shake and fidget a bit. She stopped herself and met her friend's eyes. "Sorry."
Dinah shook her head and chuckled. "Thank you."
Lois tried to focus on Dinah doing the last minute touches on her hair, but all she could think about was the man she was minutes away from marrying. She found herself turning towards the right side of her tent. Not more than five feet away from the end of her tent was Clark's. How was he doing? Was he as excited as she was? Was he nervous as she was that something might ruin the most important day of their lives? Was he-?
"You'll be seeing him soon," Dinah said, cutting Lois from her train of thoughts. Through the mirror Dinah smiled at Lois. "It's only been 23 hours since you last saw him, Lois. You've gone longer without seeing him."
Lois shook her head. "It's not that."
Dinah continued fixing Lois' hair as she raised a brow, clearly confused as to why Lois was looking and acting so anxious.
Lois sighed. "I know that the JLA is keeping a look out-"
Dinah stopped what she was doing mid-air and stared at Lois straight in the eye. "A very strong lookout."
"Yes-"
Dinah placed her hands onto Lois' shoulders. "Lois, we will not allow anything-anyone come into this place. Nothing is going to ruin this day for you both. You have all our word."
Lois gave a small nod. She didn't know what to say to Dinah. She knew that all of her superhero friends were and would do the impossible for Clark and her to have the most perfect wedding. But living the life she had, things didn't go so perfectly well. There was always a chance that something was going to happen. Something that would turn this glorious day into a nightmare.
She let her thoughts wander and thinking the worst of what might happen.
The next thing she was that Dinah let out a grunt and saw she was starting to walk away.
Lois frowned. "Where are you going?"
Dinah turned to her. "You're not calming down. There's only five minutes left for the ceremony to start and you need to relax." She turned to leave, but was stopped when someone entered the tent.
It was Lois' father, General Lane.
"Excuse me, General." Dinah left without another word.
General Lane made his way over to his daughter with a small smile. "How nervous are you, my little Lo?"
Lois shook her head. "I'm not."
General Lane chuckled. "You're sweating bullets."
Lois rolled her eyes. "There's nothing I can't handle. I am a Lane, after all."
Her father nodded. "That you are." He looked at her intently for several seconds.
There was silence between them, which was starting to make Lois feel a bit uncomfortable. She needed to say something. "Daddy, we really wanted to thank you for coming. I know that you don't completely agree with us marrying early, but it means a lot that we have your support."
General Lane grew a bit stiff. "Well, I couldn't exactly let you walk down that isle by yourself, now could I?"
Lois gave him a small smile. "We appreciate it very much, Daddy. Thank you. We don't want to fight. We're fine with disagreeing, but don't want to stay angry with you."
The General's jaw began to set, the way it always did when he got annoyed by something. "We?"
Lois knew what he was referring to. "Everything we do, we do together. It's no longer him and me. It's us."
He began to shake his head, disapprovingly. "Never did I think you would be willing to sacrifice your self-identity, Lo. I thought-"
Lois placed a hand up, stopping him. "Daddy, it's our wedding day. Can you please just…not? Please?" She was pleading with her father. She wanted him to understand how important this was.
He let out a sigh and opened his mouth to say something.
Someone entered the tent at that moment, which made him stop. Lois turned and found her sister, Lucy, in her bride's maid dress. She walked over to their father. "Daddy, it's time to head out. Everything is gonna start in less than 3 minutes. Lets go."
General Lane gave a slight nod, then turned to Lois. "I'll see you out there, baby." He bent down and gave her a kiss on the forehead.
Lois gave him a smile. "I love you, Daddy."
A few tears began to form in his eyes, but none came down. He returned the small smile. "I love you too, baby."
Lucy came behind him, grabbed him by the arm, and turned him towards the tent's opening. She sent Lois a warm smile. "See you out there, sis." She gave a wink and began to walk out.
Lois took a shaky breath in the moment they were out. Her nerves were beginning to come back.
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"Bart, give it to me, man," warned Oliver as he reached towards his annoying young friend.
Bart let out a laugh as he continued to dodge Oliver. He had the millionaire's tie and was refusing to give it up. "Gotta catch me first, blondie."
"Blondie? That's original." Oliver made another grab, which Bart was able to duck away from easily. "Dammit!"
"Impulse," a dark voice said from the corner of the tent. Bruce looked ready to give a hard punch to Bart.
Bart turned to Bruce and rolled his eyes. "What are you gonna do, baty?"
Bruce simply stared at Bart intently from where he was standing, not saying a word.
Bart wasn't one to be easily scared, but Bruce tended to make feel others uncomfortable by simply staring at them.
Clark rolled his eyes as he saw all of this. "I thought I said no bloodshed on my wedding." He went back to his tie, doing his best to make it as neat as possible. He wished Lois was there to do it. Many years of putting on a tie everyday and he still hadn't perfected it. Lois was the one with the skilled fingers for this. And whenever she was around, she always tidied it up for him.
A smile spread across his face as he thought of Lois. In just less than a few minutes they would be husband and wife. They would be tied every way possible after that.
"I don't need to spill any blood to get my point across," came Bruce's deep voice from the corner of the room. Clark looked up and saw that Bruce and Bart still were looking at each other.
Oliver took the opportunity and grabbed his tie from Bart. He was stronger than the hothead and could easily take it away. "How long til we have to be out there?"
"Now," came a voice from the door.
Clark turned and found Jimmy standing there, grinning from ear to ear. "It's time, CK."
Clark gave the young photographer a smile. "Thanks, Jimmy." He turned towards his groomsmen. "You out first."
Bart, Oliver, AC, and Jimmy began to head out the door. They all turned to Bruce, who hadn't moved an inch.
"You coming?" asked Oliver to the dark knight.
Bruce gave a slight nod. "Yeah. Gonna speak to Clark first."
Bart gave a mischievous grin. "A little too late for that talk, Brucey. I'm pretty sure him and Lois have had premarital sex. They been doing it for a while, so you don't need to give him any pointers as to how to please her. She-"
Oliver punched Bart out of the room, shaking his head. He turned to Clark and gave him a half smile. "I'll keep up at the very end of the line. Far from you as possible."
"Super hearing remember? I can whisper and he can still hear me," came Bart's voice.
He had talked in a low tone, but Clark heard every word. Clark tried to brush away Bart's words and go back to trying to fix his tie.
Even after being friends with Bruce, Clark still had some problem thinking of him and Lois together in an intimate way. Sure it was way before he had ever met Lois and much longer before Bruce and him had become friends, but it was still weird. A part of him wished that Lois hadn't had told him her story about her first real heartbreak. But he knew that was in the past. Lois still held no feelings towards Bruce and he knew very well that Bruce didn't care for Lois in that way anymore either. Still, remembering on how close they had been in the past made things a little uneasy at times. And Bart sure loved awkwardness.
Clark had been in deep thought that he hadn't had noticed Bruce was now just five feet away from him.
"I wanted to give you something," Bruce said as he reached into his jacket.
Clark shook his head. "Bruce, you've already done enough." His best friend had already convinced White Snake to play tonight-a wedding present that Lois went ecstatic over. And he had also hired three dozen bodyguards to surround the premises. Almost the entire League was here attending, but on the outside, within 20 mile radius were dozens of bodyguards making sure everything was calm.
Bruce didn't seem to hear Clark and still held out an envelope.
Clark frowned. "What's this?"
Bruce held it closer to Clark. "A honeymoon present."
Clark took it.
"Don't open it until you two get in the helicopter after the wedding."
"Helicopter?"
Bruce gave him the tiniest of smiles. "Part of the honeymoon present."
Clark shook his head and chuckled. "Thanks, Bruce."
Bruce gave a slight nod. "I'm happy to do it. You and Lois have done more than enough for me as well. You've helped me when I needed it and when others turned their backs." He placed a hand on Clark's shoulder. "You're perfect for her, Clark. She found everything she needed and wanted in you."
Clark smiled and reached over and gave him a hug.
Bruce hugged back for a fraction of a second, then quickly stepped away. He wasn't the best in showing any kind of affection and Clark understood it. He smiled at his best friend for it.
"Clark, there's a small problem with your bride." Dinah came into the tent in a bust.
Bruce turned to Clark. "I'll go out with the others." He turned and left.
Clark frowned. "What's wrong with Lois? She ok?"
"Not really," answered Dinah. "She's nervous as hell. Can you talk to her, please?"
Clark used his superhearing to tune into the tent that was right next to this on the right. He had done his best to not tune in to Lois, wanting to be as ritual as possible. Lois had said no contact whatsoever before they saw each other on the altar and he had respected it. However, seeing Dinah and how worried she was for Lois, he broke the rules.
With his superhearing, he heard Lois telling her father that she loved him, a few seconds later the General said it back to her. He heard the General leave and as soon as he had, Lois' heart began to beat nervously. In the many years he had known Lois, Clark had learned how her beat with ever emotion. Right now her heart was beating with nerves.
Clark looked up to Dinah. "I'll take care of it."
Dinah nodded. "Good. I'll try stalling as much as I can. I'll give you an extra five minutes." She turned and left.
Clark let out a sigh and supersped out of his tent. He was very tempted to use his x-ray vision to take a peek on Lois as he stood right outside her tent, but he restrained himself. "Lois?"
He heard her gasp. "Clark?"
"Hey."
He heard her footsteps come close toward where he was on the other side of the tent. "What are you doing? You know the rules!"
He smiled. "I heard that you're a bit on the nerves."
She let out a grunt. "Please. Tell Dinah to take that nose of hers and shove it up-"
"Lois, honey," he said gently.
He heard her let out a sigh. It took her two seconds. "I'm nervous, I'm just…a little worried. That's all."
"Why?"
Another pause. "I just…I'm expecting the worse for today. I keep thinking that either Lex or some other enemy is going to ruin all of this for us. And I want to rush out of here right away and get this over with so I don't have to worry anymore, but I know that's not how I want to say 'I do' to you."
She said all of this very fast. He knew her well enough to know that she said it fast because she knew if she didn't say it that then she would never say it. Kind of like a Band-Aid. Fast and quick.
He said nothing to her, letting her calm down a bit. Then, after several seconds, he smiled behind the tent. "All of the League is doing everything they can, Lois-"
"I know," she groaned. "I know I'm overreacting. I know that there is no other place more safe in this world than here. More than a dozen superheroes are here and just within 30 miles are half a dozen more, along with 3 dozen of Bruce's best bodyguards, not to mention fifteen of Commissioner Gordon's best men, but I can't help it. Years of being together, I have made myself not get too comfortable in anything. I know that sooner or later you'll be taken away from me. It's easier if I think of the worst and times and pray for the best. It's just the way I get through some days."
He let her talk, knowing she had to let it all out. It sounded as if she had been wanting to say this for quite some time and had bottled it up.
"I'm sorry, Smallville. I'm ruining this, I know."
He shook his head. "You're not. Listen, Lois. Whatever happens in the next 30 minutes doesn't matter. If Gog makes another appearance or if Lex storms in or any other enemy I might have breaks this wedding, it doesn't matter. Us signing that paper or saying those two words in front of a priest doesn't stop the fact that I love you. I have for years. And to me, you are my wife already. You have been my soul mate for longer than I know. What we are about to do is just what Mom said: it's signing a piece of paper and celebrating our love with those we most care about." He smiled. "I am already yours."
Through the tent, he heard soft sniffles. "Damn you, Smallville. Now my makeup is all ruined."
He chuckled. "Want me to send in Dinah? Or Lucy?"
"No. I'm good. Give me a minute."
"How you feeling now?"
"A lot better. You always can do that, Smallville."
"I'm glad. Meet you at the altar," he said in the softest of voices.
"I love you, Clark Kent." He saw her hand pressing against the tent.
He placed his hand on top of hers. "And I love you, Lois Lane." With great effort, he dropped his hand and began to make his way to his place in front of the waiting audience.
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About a minute later, Lois was making her way to the back of the audience. She had fixed her makeup to the way it was before Clark went to visit her at her tent. She looked around and saw how the field looked. The decorations were breathtaking. The sun was getting ready to set. There were candles all around them and red roses all along the isle. The corn fields around them were the brightest green she had ever seen.
Getting married in this field had been Clark's idea. He had said that it was thanks to this field that the both of them had met, although he always told her that if they had not met in the fields there outside of Smallville they would have eventually met somewhere else. Either in Met U or at the Daily Planet or somewhere else in the world. She believed he was right too. But was glad that they had met in these cornfields instead, when they were younger. They had known each other longer that way.
Right before she got to the isle, the General was there waiting for her, wearing his uniform with pride. He leaned over and gave her a peck on the cheek. She smiled at him as she led her to the very edge of the isle.
The wedding march began. Her heart began to race as soon as she saw Clark's back. She looked around, waiting for any sings that might be dangerous. However, nothing seemed out of order.
She felt her father begin to move her closer towards her fiancé. And with every step she took, she found herself calming down a bit. Something about being closer to Clark made her heart slow down. He slowly turned towards her and as soon as she met eyes with him, everything didn't matter anymore. He was all she saw. And he was full of certainty. Perfection.
Within a few seconds, she was just three feet from him.
Her father turned her towards him, gave her another kiss, and turned towards Clark.
Clark and her were still holding stares. The General handed Lois' hand over to Clark. Clark took it immediately and rubbed the back of her hand. "Missed you."
She leaned over to him and wrapped her arms around him. "Missed you more." She began to rise on her toes.
He pulled away, chuckling. "Gotta wait just a few minutes to do that, honey."
She looked around. "Oh, yeah." She had completely forgotten.
He continued to laugh, but still turned towards the priest.
Everything seemed to go by very fast, but slow at the same time. Lois really couldn't hear a thing the priest was saying, her eyes and attention were on Clark. His perfection. He seemed to be in the same state as she was for his eyes never left hers.
The next thing she remembered was the priest asking Bruce for the wedding ring. Then it was on Clark's hand. He was now reciting everything the priest was telling him. Lois really couldn't hear this either, she was too focused on those baby blues.
She felt Clark place that gold band on her third finger. She looked at it in admiration. It was now right above her diamond ring, which had been previously belonged to Martha Kent. Clark had done a little altering to the ring, though. He had made the diamond be shaped as the crest of the House of El, symbol of Superman. She smiled up at him.
He gave her a wink.
It was then her turn to give Clark his own rings. She recited the vows and placed the wedding band onto his own third finger.
They grinned at each other, bursting in happiness.
"By the power invested in me, I now pronounce you husband and wife," announced the priest.
Before he could say another word, Lois jumped up and wrapped her arms around her husband.
He took her in his embrace with the same enthusiasm. He leaned in to her and kissed her with much need and love.
Lois faintly heard the people around them cheer, but she paid them no attention. She was too focused on other important matters at the moment.
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Several hours later, Clark and Lois were escorted to the helicopter Bruce had ordered for them. Clark turned to his dear friend and shook his hand. "Thanks, Bruce. This whole night was more than perfect."
Bruce gave him a slight nod. "We did our best. Plus, you picked a pretty good spot. It's very private and the capacity today didn't reach over 200."
"Would have been smaller, but you League members all have families," Lois kidded. She reached over and gave a hug to her friend. "Thanks."
Bruce gave her a smile. "I promised I would make it up to you. Now go, or you two will be more than late. It's nearing midnight and you know that means the criminals are gonna be out in the streets soon."
Clark and Lois nodded. They said their goodbyes and climbed onto the helicopter.
Lois gave Clark a peck. "You know, he could have always told you the location and you would have gotten us there sooner."
Clark sent her a sideways glance as the helicopter took off and he reached to the envelope. "That would ruin the surprise. Plus, I think some people would suspect how we got to our destination so fast just right after our wedding."
He tore open the envelope and took out the tickets. When he read the destinations, he smiled.
"Where is it?" Lois scooted closer and looked over his shoulder at the tickets.
"South Africa." He turned to her and both smiled. "Guess you still ended up going."
She giggled and pulled him to her for a kiss.
How he loved his wife.
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NOTE: So, to as not confuse some of you who haven't read some of my other Clois fics, I wrote a fic, "Love's Damaged Goods," where it told the story of Lois and Bruce's past relationship. They were together when Lois was a senior in high school, RIGHT before she went to Smallville. They had a brief romance and this in this story is in cannon to that.
Alright, so that's the end of THAT story. *wipes sweat off forehead.* Now, off to start off Pt II of "Right Love, Wrong Time." *Have patience with me please! :(
