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Chapter 9
"Clark!" Lois shouted from their walk-in closet.
In an instant Clark joined Lois, preoccupied with putting on his cuff links. "I have super hearing, you really don't have to sh—" It was then he looked up and found that Lois was still in her underwear, apparently unable to choose which dress to wear for the charity ball they were to attend.
"What do you think should I wear tonight?" Lois asked, her eyes on her wardrobe, oblivious to her effect on Clark.
With a yelp, Lois found herself against the wall being mauled by Clark, but she really didn't mind. They haven't really left the honeymoon phase, and Lois thought that they might not leave the honeymoon phase anytime soon.
Lois managed to break away from their kiss, but Clark latched his lips to her neck, which was now dangerously moving lower to her chest. "Clark, we have an event to go to."
"It can wait." Clark said, licking a path to the valley between her breasts.
Lois gave a laugh and pulled at Clark's face, forcing him to look at her. "Honey, we're going to be late. We are the guests of the honor."
"You are the guest of honor. I'm only there as your plus one." Clark said, his hands roaming, still intent on continuing his plan.
"We are the guests of honor. That donation was made under our names." Lois replied, half-heartedly trying to stop his efforts.
"It was your idea. I say you should take the credit alone." Clark said, his right hand now tracing a path upward her thigh, towards her center.
Lois tingled in anticipation. "Well, we share everything. Your money, my mouth."
"And I think you should always put that mouth to good use." Clark said, tongue darting out, tasting Lois' lower lip.
Lois' breath hitched. She was almost always a goner whenever Clark pulls out that bossy side. Almost. "Compromise." She said, halting his hands with hers. "Why don't we continue getting ready, and then later after the event, I am at your mercy."
If it was possible, Clark's eyes turned onyx with passion. "Really?" and Lois could somehow see what was going on inside Clark's mind.
"Really." Lois then leaned forward and placed her lips near his ear. "It will be the highlight of your life." Lois then clamped her teeth on his lobe and instantly found herself on their bed, trapped underneath him.
"You are such a minx." Clark said. "But I'll play by your rules, for now." He stood up and drank at the sight of her wife's almost naked body. "But later, I'll be the master."
Lois smiled. "As you wish." She stood up and gave Clark a soft kiss. "I think I know the dress for the occasion. And I also know what I won't be wearing tonight." With a wink, Lois left Clark to dress, and Clark groaned at the promise of their night later.
"I am but an instrument. The real heroes are the ones working relentlessly behind the scenes in ensuring that every underprivileged but promising teen will get the future they deserve. This night belongs to them."
Lois finished to a thunderous applause, and she was swept into Clark's arms, who was now giving her a kiss, a preview of what was to come later.
"I would have butchered that speech if I were the one who gave it." Clark said, pride beaming from his eyes. "Plus the fact that I know they still hate me. They only tolerate my presence because I am with an angel."
"Oh shush." Lois said. "They don't hate you."
"Oh they do." Clark said, though he wasn't really bothered by it. "You always forget the super hearing. I can hear the conversations. The only reason I'm accepted here is because of you. They're willing to overlook all my misdeeds because I'm married to you."
"Not your misdeeds." Lois corrected, and Clark clenched his jaw because he knew where this was going. "Luthor's. You, Clark Kent, are a paragon of light. If only you would let me write about your saves—"
"Enough." Clark said with heat, but when he saw Lois tense, he softened his stance. "I'm not really comfortable of being the center of attention," Which is not really a lie, especially when it comes to his so-called heroics. "What I would rather do, besides you," he said lasciviously that made Lois roll her eyes "is dance. Would you join me on the dance floor Mrs. Luthor?"
Lois leaned forward and murmured against his lips, "Lead the way, Mr. Kent."
Clark wanted to burn the whole city down. Will Lois ever be able to accept that he was Luthor and not Kent? Will she ever love him completely as Clark Luthor? Five months into their married life and still Clark has not told Lois the truth.
Why? Because he was afraid. He was afraid that once Lois knew the truth, she would leave him. She would be gone from him, forever. And he disliked the idea. No, he HATED the idea.
As soon as they reached the dance floor, Lois put her arms around his neck. Suddenly, Clark heard the wail of sirens. Immediately realizing that it was the sound of a fire truck, he looked at Lois apologetically, but Lois was already smiling. "Go save the people."
After one kiss, Clark made his way to the stairs, and once sure that no one was around, supersped to the rooftop to save the people in danger.
It was a fairly easy fire, probably a game some wayward teens were playing at an abandoned warehouse went awry that resulted in a fire, and no one was hurt.
Landing on the rooftop, Clark straightened his suit and brushed off visible soot from his clothes. Once he deemed himself presentable, he went down to the hotel grand ballroom to look for his wife.
He was about to enter the ballroom when a hotel staff stopped him in his tracks. "Mr. Luthor, your wife wishes to give you this." Clark looked down and he saw in the other man's extended hand a piece of paper.
Clark grinned and took the note. "Thank you." Clark said as he watched him enter the ballroom. Unfolding it, he read a type written note, with it a hotel room key.
Meet me at room 1812. – L
This time the smile on Clark's face went full grown. Not wanting Lois to wait, when really it was he who couldn't wait, he rushed to the elevator and pressed the 18th floor button, only to groan, realizing that super speed might have served his purpose better.
After long agonizing seconds, Clark reached the 18th floor and walked towards the room, anticipation building at every step he took. Tapping the key card to the electronic lock, the door opened and Clark went inside the darkened room, his senses attuned to the increasing heart rate of the other occupant.
He realized too late that the heart beat does not belong to Lois, but belonged to someone else. Clark dropped to his knees, gripping the edge of what seemed to be a bed, as green light bathed the entire space, and Tess stepped out from the bathroom to reveal herself.
"My goodness you are so turned on by that tart that you throw caution to everything else? I am so disappointed in you dear brother."
"The note was from you." Clark couldn't breathe, he was never exposed to this large amount of green kryptonite, even when Lionel was training him. He struggled to get up, but pain shot through every part of his body.
"She has made you soft brother, and it is not good for our plans." Tess said, reaching him and she stroked his cheek.
Clark struggled to speak. "I have long abandoned our plans, sister." He said derisively.
Tess crouched so she was face to face with him. "But you should never have abandoned them. Lucky for you I'm here to straighten you up. Stand up."
"Go to hell."
Tess screeched and Clark shouted at the pain he felt on his arm. Breathing heavily he looked at his left arm and realized Tess cut a wound and was now pressing green kryptonite to the open skin. "Damn you, Tess. What do you want?!"
"What do I want?" Tess asked back. "Why, you know the answer to that dear brother." With all her strength, Tess helped Clark stand up and dragged him on the bed. "I only want you."
"No." Clark said, trying vainly to deter Tess' advances. "I don't want you. I will never in my life want you!"
"Why? Because of your whore Lane?!" Tess said, now seething. "I am better than her. I will always be better than her!"
"Even the dirt under her fingernails is better than you!" Clark gritted out, his teeth clenched at the pain he was feeling everywhere.
"Then you two wouldn't suit." Tess said, this time calmly. "I've told you brother, we are two of a kind. If she is oh so pristine, why would she want something to do with you, Clark Luthor, the harbinger of death?" She then smiled. "Oh I know, it's because she doesn't know that you ARE Clark Luthor." Tess struggled to remove Clark's jacket, but managed it eventually. She started unbuttoning his shirt, and at the sight of his chest, Tess lowered his face to kiss the exposed skin. "Only I know the real you, Clark. Lane does not deserve any of this."
"Get the hell away from me, Tess." His good hand wrapped around her neck to try and choke her, but with no strength Tess was able to easily swat it away.
"Only death will part us, brother." Tess said as she lowered his lips to kiss him on the mouth.
At that moment, the door flew open, and Tess halted her actions. With great effort, he looked towards the door and his heart dropped when he saw Lois standing there, eyes wide and fists clenched at her sides.
"Lois." Clark called weakly. "Help me."
"Lane, he doesn't need your help. I'm here." Tess answered, her hands slowly caressing Clark's body.
"Get the hell away from him." Lois said with venom in her voice, advancing towards the bed.
Tess was ready and pulled a gun from the bed side drawer and pointed at Lois. "But why do I want to get away from my own brother?"
"Tess no!" Clark exclaimed, but it came out in a weak, hoarse voice.
"He's not your brother. Your brother was trapped in another world. That's Clark Kent, my husband, so you get the hell away from him!" Lois repeated.
Tess looked at Clark who was looking pleadingly at Lois, and saw red. With a triumphant smile, she turned back to Lois. "But that's where you're wrong, Lane. He IS my brother. This is Clark Luthor."
Clark closed his eyes, not wanting to see the hurt now entering Lois' very own. Tess continued dripping her poison.
"Clark Luthor, who pretended to be Clark Kent, planned this grand game, to get back at you and your weakling of a fiancé, Oliver Queen. I was in on it from the very start. This whole revenge, it was his plan." Tess turned to Clark, prodding him. "Tell her, dear brother. Tell her how we waited for this moment, so we can now rule this world, especially now that father is gone."
"Don't believe her Lois." Clark said.
"Is it true? Are you Clark Luthor?" Lois asked, and Clark could feel both their hearts breaking at the obvious answer.
"Yes Lois." His voice broke at the admission. "I am Clark Luthor."
"You bastard. Rot in hell." Lois said and left the room in a hurry.
"Lois!" Clark called out, the pain he was feeling not from the kryptonite, but from the hurt he had caused Lois.
Tess laughed, and it grated Clark. "See brother? She was not meant for you. At the first sign, she went running."
But Tess was not prepared for what happened next. With a visceral cry, Clark mustered all of his strength and activated his heat vision, not caring about the destruction it caused, unminding of the path it was taking.
It seemed to work, because he was regaining his strength, albeit very slowly, and Tess was crying and howling in pain, and in one glance Clark saw Tess writhing, the left side of her upper body and face burned.
"Clark! Why did you do this to me?" Tess screeched, visibly shaking.
Breathing still labored, Clark's responded with great effort. "What you got is not enough!"
Struggling, he dragged himself towards the door to leave the room, no space in his heart to save the woman he used to call sister, a woman he shared a twisted relationship with. All he was focused on was to reach Lois and explain everything to her. She needs to understand that everything has changed.
Using the wall as leverage, Clark picked himself up, caught his breath, and he listened for Lois' heartbeat. However, it was the sobs that he heard first. Clark ran, super speed not yet evident, and went back to the rooftop, hoping to scan the area to see where Lois has gone. On the roof, Clark felt his powers slowly getting back to normal, and he tuned in again to Lois's heartbeat. He heard it once more, and tried to zero in on her location. Just as he was ready to take a leap, he heard a loud blast of a car horn, which distracted him a bit, and he returned to listening in on Lois.
But he couldn't hear her anymore, and he panicked. Minutes passed and he grew more agitated. For the first time, he couldn't seem to focus. He was hearing everything from a baby's cry to the sound of an ambulance picking up speed. Clark used a different tactic and scanning quickly, he saw a group of people crowding over something. He activated his super hearing.
"She's hit! I saw her go over the car!"
"Is she dead?"
"Make way! Make way! The ambulance is here!"
"I know her! That's Lois Lane!"
Heart in his throat, Clark super sped to the intersection where she was, not really concerned if anyone saw him use his powers. Reaching the crowd, he parted them and saw Lois being transferred to the stretcher, her white evening gown soiled from the dirt and blood.
He tried to go to her but the police stopped him. "She's my wife!" At that announcement, they let him pass. Reaching the stretcher, he started removing the straps, only to be stopped by the EMTs.
"What the hell are you doing?!"
"I'm taking her to the hospital!" Clark said, frantic with worry at the faint sound of her heartbeat.
"What do you think we're doing here?" The female EMT shouted. "She needs to be laid down straight, there might be broken bones and we don't want to aggravate the injury! Besides, what are you going to do? Run all the way to the hospital? Cramp her in your car? Let us do our work."
Clark knew that she was right. He watched helplessly as Lois was loaded on the ambulance, and at the signal of the EMT, he joined them. Sitting beside the stretcher, Clark placed his head near hers, and all throughout the ride to the hospital, the only words coming out of Clark's mouth was "I love you" and "I'm sorry I'm late."
So we're back to the prologue.. and the angst starts... NOW. Stick with me please? lol.. Love you guys! :)