Every time Lois thought about that kiss it was as if a crevice of her brain was trying to access something, a memory or maybe just a headache. The more she thought about it the more she was afraid she'd lose the memory for some reason. She didn't want to lose the memory though. She sat there silently, for what felt like forever, and thought. The General was even starting to worry about his daughter's silence.

Finally she broke the silence, "Daddy, who was that Clark boy? Did we, er, ever date?" She felt awkward asking this question. This was her dad, the General after all.

The General made a loud sighing noise. He knew this question would eventually pop up. He felt for the kid. He knew that Clark loved his daughter and it was almost depressing to have seen him so heartbroken and lost. "Yes, you did." The General paused. He didn't know what to say. He'd never had one of these father-daughter heartfelt relationship talks. He always just thought that was some bullcrap that television shows put up to make you want to cry.

They sat in silence and Lois was back in thought. Why couldn't she remember? She closed her eyes and remembered the kiss that they had shared before he left. Then something triggered. It was only slight but it was there.

It was as if a video was going off in her head. She saw them kissing more than once. It was several times and the very last kiss she saw was at a farm house looking place. She had been crying. The scenes played over and over again and then, they were gone.

Her eyes flew open and her face look as if she was in pain. "No," was all she said. She touched her lips to her mouth. She had to remember. She didn't want to forget. Again she tried to close her eyes and remember what it felt like but she couldn't. It was as if that crevice decided to shut again.

The General sprang up from his chair and over to Lois. "Are you okay Lois? Are you hurt? What's wrong?" She looked up at the General and smiled a bit. It was a sad smile but one none the less.

"Daddy, I-I can't remember." She looked scared. Why couldn't she remember him? Why couldn't she remember? She felt lost.

"Lois? What can't you remember?" He was almost shaking her now afraid that he was losing her.

She looked down at her hands and then back up to his face, "I can't remember him. Clark," she said as she looked at her hands. She felt a piece of her heart ache and she didn't even know why. It was terrible not knowing why you were aching or crying over someone when you didn't even remember them.

She felt sick. She felt like she wanted to puke. She wanted to cry and puke and sleep and she didn't even know what. Suddenly tears started springing from her eyes. "I can't remember him." Fear, sadness, and fright were etched on her face. She started sobbing. "Why can't I daddy?"

It broke the Generals heart to see his daughter like this. Lois had always been so independent. She was his little soldier. He cuddled with his daughter as she sobbed into his shoulder. "Maybe," he stopped. He didn't know how to approach things like this. "Maybe, your heart wants you to but your brain doesn't."

She nodded into his shoulder and continued to sob. Maybe his statement was true. Maybe that was why she felt like balling right now. They sat there just like that, with Lois sobbing into his shoulder, until she fell asleep.

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Clark wondered around the Earth lost. He didn't know where to go from here. He thought about her all the time. It was as if she was molded into his brain forever. What hurt the most about it though, was that she was in his forever but he wasn't in hers.

There was a long loud siren in Clark's ears. It was painful. He grabbed his ears and fell to the floor. What was this? He looked around confused but the pain was overbearing. His eyes glowed a red color but the noise was still in his ears. He felt like he was losing control. Finally, he fought through it and his eyes went back to normal. The noise was gone.

Clark looked around in confusion. What could've happened? He rushed back to Smallville and to the farmhouse. His mom was in the kitchen cooking when she looked up. She ran over and hugged her son.

"Where have you been Clark? I was so worried. I went to the hospital to visit Lois and Sam told me what happened. Well, he told me that it didn't go well. What happened?" Martha was inspecting him and making sure he was alright.

"She doesn't remember me mom." He said simply. It pained him just to say that let alone more.

She hugged her son again with sympathy. "I know I heard." He felt the tears coming and he hugged his mom's tiny frame.

"Mom, I didn't want to lose her," he said starting to sob into his mother's shoulder. "It was like losing her all over again except permanently."

Martha nodded and rubbed her sons head. "I know sweetheart but it's only amnesia. She could still get her memory of you back you know." She lifted her sons head so he could meet her eyes. "Running away like that won't help her remember. Be with her, help her, and be her friend again. That's the only way she's going to remember. Okay?"

Clark looked at his mom and nodded. "Now, quit your sobbing and have some food. You can visit Lois after dinner," Martha said as if finalizing the plans. Clark nodded still not saying anything and ate dinner. The table was silent and Martha understood.

Clark ate as fast as humanly possible. He couldn't wait to go to the hospital even if she couldn't remember. He looked up at his mom once his plate was empty as if asking 'can I go now?'

"Before you go Clark, take this piece of pie to her. When I was there earlier she'd asked for some," she handed Clark the pie winked and nodded her head telling him he could go now. In a blink of the eye he was gone. Martha smiled to herself in the kitchen. "Please help him get through this," she said to the ceiling.

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Clark arrived at the hospital and entered into Lois's room. He looked at her as she started up at him with a little smile. Clark sighed in relief maybe she did remember something. "How're feeling?"

Lois looked at herself and knew she looked like a mess. She'd cried all day and hadn't eaten really anything. "Fine. How're you holding up?" It was weird that she'd asked that question he thought. Then he remembered how he'd left that morning.

"About as fine as I can get," knowing that the woman I love doesn't remember me, he added silently.

"Good," she said eyeing the plate he was holding. She raised an eyebrow at him and examined the plate again. "Seeing as how you left this morning, I think you owe me that pie."

Clark started blushing a little. "I think I do." He handed her the pie. "Mom sent it over for you. Something about you asking for it," he said with a questioning look. She eagerly grabbed it from him and started digging in.

Clark laughed a little. He thought it was cute when she just dug into his mother pie like that. He remembered when she used to steal his piece and dig into it just like she was now. Lois looked up a little embarrassed. She bit her bottom lip and looked up at him. "What's so funny," she asked with her mouth still full with a little pie.

Clark smiled, "It just reminded me of old times that's all." It had only taken him a second to remember that she'd forgotten about him, about them. The mood became a bit awkward and both their smiles turned to serious expressions. "I'm sorry, it's just," he didn't finish his sentence.

Lois looked away and set her pie down on the bedside table. "I should really get some sleep."

Clark nodded. "Yeah you probably should." He sat there for a while before he started standing up. "I should go then." Lois nodded and he got up and started walking out. Before he left he turned around and shut off the light for her. "Goodnight Lois." He stood there for a second and then he walked out.

Lois sat there lying in her bed. She turned away from the door as a tear trickled down her face. "Goodnight Clark."

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"Damn it!" The dark figure slammed down his hand on the table. "We almost had him! This close!" he swiftly turned around to the chained brunette. "Did you talk to him?"

Lana looked up with a disheveled look. Her hair was a mess and she was sweating. The chair she was chained to was rigid and uncomfortable and the chains were too tight. "It's kind of hard to see someone when you're chained to a chair," Lana bit back. "And the fact you haven't fed me in two days makes me want to eat my chains just to get out."

The dark figure approached her and slapped her. "I swear if you tell him anything about our plan, you won't live to see tomorrow." The figure spat next to her.

Lana looked up. "I'd rather die than be trapped in here with you the rest of my life." She spat blood on his feet and looked up at him with tired eyes. "You know you won't win. You won't control him. They have a connection that you'll never understand you snake! She'll remember and you'll lose!" Lana got hit in the face again harder. She looked up and there was blood coming down her face.

"I will win. I always win," the figure replied.

TBC