A/N: Sorry for the long wait. I had a bit of writer's block. Luckily I came out of it and wrote this haha. enjoy ;)

The next day Clark got up bright and early to go and do his chores. He made his way into the kitchen and was greeted by Martha. She was flipping some pancakes when she turned and saw Clark.

"Good Morning Clark. How did you sleep?"

"Morning mom," Clark said drearily.

"Honey, what's wrong? Did you have a bad dream or something?"

"More like worst nightmare. They were all about last night, except when I punched the guy Lois found out about my abilities," he said as he dropped his head down.

"Oh it was just a dream Clark," she said as she flipped another pancake.

"I know, but that's not even the worst part. After she found out she asked where I got them from. The problem is that I didn't know. So, I just said I was born with them. Then the worst part of the whole dream was that she accepted it and she," he gulped and mumbled quickly, "kissed me cause of it."

Martha started chuckling to herself in a low voice. "Well, sweetie they say that dreams have some truth to them."

"So you're telling me that I either want Lois to figure out my secret or kiss me," he asked disbelievingly.

"No Clark, I'm not saying that either one are what you want. I'm just saying that there may be some truth to it."

"Well, how do you know how to sort it all out?"

"You don't. You just have to let your instincts tell you what to do. But, if you are planning on telling Lois your secret, you'll have to tell your father first," she said in a joking tone.

"Mom, this isn't funny."

"I'm not saying that it is sweetheart. Why don't you go and do your chores. Breakfast will be ready in a little bit."

"Okay, I'll see you at breakfast," He said as he grabbed his coat and trudged out the door.

"Okay, sweetie."

Clark went out and did his chores at super speed until he heard a noise from the loft. Clark walked up the stairs cautiously

"Who's up here?"

He kept walking up until he saw before him one Lois Lane frozen in place. She had a book in her hands from his desk and she was looking through it. She was standing and had an almost amused expression on her face.

"Lois you know that even though you're standing still, I can still see you." When she didn't move he went over to her and pushed her over.

"Hey! What's the big idea Smallville!"

"Why don't you tell me," he said as he pointed at his black book.

"You know, now that you mention it…This book has some very interesting drawings in it," she said with a smirk on her face and started flipping through the book again. "You know I think Lana would find them very interesting too."

"Lois you wouldn't…"

"What are you talking about Clark," Lois said innocently giving him an angelic smile.

"You know very well what I'm talking about. Now, give me the book."

"No, I haven't looked through it all yet. I kind of got bored after the first few sketches of Lana." She starting going through it all the way to the end.

"Lois give it back now!" Clark started reaching for it as Lois put it above her head.

"I don't think so Smallville, this is gold." He kept reaching and she kept backing up until she hit the couch and fell onto it. Clark, who kept reaching for the book, fell right on top of her. They kept fighting for the book when a male voice broke the fight.

"What in the world is going on up here," it was no doubt Jonathan Kent.

"Dad, hi," Clark said as he jumped right off Lois as if she was on fire.

"Hi, Mr. Kent," Lois said sheepishly as she sat up and fixed herself.

"Now, I don't want to have to ask again," he said in a warning tone.

"Dad, you see Lois was going through my desk drawer up here and I caught her. Then I asked her-"

"Asked me? More like ordered me," Lois said as she looked at him accusingly.

"That's not the point Lois. Anyway, I got annoyed so I tried to grab the book and we ended up how you found us," Clark explained the best he could but his dad still looked suspicious.

"Lois give Clark back his book and go to the kitchen, breakfast should be ready soon. Clark you stay here, we need to talk," Jonathan said sternly.

Lois slipped past them and turned back and stuck her tongue out at Clark.

"Lois, go ,now," Jonathan said sternly not even turning around. Lois looked at him amazed but turned around and ran towards the house.

"Hi Mrs. Kent. What are you up too," Lois asked.

"Just making breakfast and I'm almost done," she replied as she stirred the eggs in the pan.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

"Yes, you can set the table if you would like," Martha said smiling at her.

"Sure thing Mrs. Kent. Where are the plates?"

"They're over there in the far left cabinet."

Lois got the plates and started setting the table. She kept looking over at the barn with a worried expression on her face.

'Oh man, what kind of trouble did I get Smallville in? I mean his dad is very intimidating. I hope he's not getting yelled at. I mean it was my entire fault. I did look through that book when I was supposed to; Dang your curiosity Lane. Wait, did I just worry about Smallville? Oh my god, I'm losing it.'

Her thoughts were broken by the sound of glass hitting the floor. Her eyes went wide as she realized that she was so absorbed in her thought that she didn't notice where she set the plate and it had dropped and broke.

"Oh my gosh, I am so sorry Mrs. Kent. I didn't mean to. I just go so lost in thought that I forgot I was setting the table and I set it on the edge. I will totally pay for that if you need me to. I just wasn't thinking. I'll clean it up and…"

Martha walked over and put a hand on her shoulder to calm her down. Then she said, "Lois honey, it's okay. I can get another one at the market later. It's no big deal. Now, why don't you go get another plate and put it on the table and then breakfast will be ready, okay?"

Lois was first shocked by Martha's reaction. If she had done this in front of the general he would have made her replace it and wash all the dishes in mess hall. She thought she would get yelled at or she would call Uncle Sam to buy her a replacement. She was even more shocked when Martha called her honey. She was in so much shock it took a good five minutes for the words to process and by then Martha looked really worried.

"Lois, are you okay?"

Lois blinked a few times to clear her brain and replied, "Yes, it's just-"

Her sentence was broken when Jonathan and Clark came running through the door.

"Martha, honey are you okay, what happened? We were walking back from the barn and then we heard a crash."

"It's okay Jonathan. Lois just accidently dropped a plate. You can relax and sit down because breakfast is ready," Martha said as she set the food down on the table.

"Way to go Lois," Clark said as he walked past her.

"Shut up Smallville."

A couple hours later

"Okay, now that we all have had our rest, we should talk more about the events that happened last night," Jonathan said in a serious tone.

"No offense Mr. Kent, but what is there left to talk about? We investigated, ran across a dead body, called the police, took down a guy with a knife, and came here. There's nothing more to the story," Lois said.

"Well, let's see…Where is Chloe? How are you expecting to find her? Did you tell the police about the man with the knife? Shall I go on?"

"Oh," was all that Lois could say to Mr. Kent.

"Jonathan, be nice. Why don't we ask one question at a time okay?" Everyone nodded in response, "Great. Now, did you tell the police about the man with the knife," Martha asked.

"Well, not exactly mom," Clark said a little uneasy as he started shifting in his seat.

"What do you mean by not exactly son? Usually this would be a yes or no answer."

"He means no," Lois blurted out a little louder than she liked. All eyes turned to her, which made very nervous.

"Why didn't you," Jonathan finally asked.

This time it was Clark's turn to speak up, "Well, we were in a panic and we didn't want to be there when he woke up."

"Plus," Lois added, "the police were already around we thought they might have arrested him on their way out."

"Well, did you guys think about if the police didn't catch him?" They both shook their heads no and Jonathan went on, "I don't think you two should go into those woods anymore. The knife guy could still be there and I don't want to take any chances."

"But how are we supposed to find Chloe then? We think she is in a warehouse from a clue I found yesterday," Lois stated, "We thought it would be a good idea to go and see if she's in one of them."

"We," Clark asked disbelievingly.

"Yes Smallville we, as in you," Lois pointed to Clark, "And me," she said as she pointed to herself.

"Well, you kids cannot go and that's final," Jonathan stated firmly. "Now Lois why don't you go into Clark's room and change into your clothes. They're washed and laying on his bed.

Lois was about going to protest but she knew it would be no use. Jonathan was just as stubborn as the general if not more, so she obeyed and went upstairs and got changed.

When she came down it was just Clark and Martha in the kitchen.

"Clark, why don't you and Lois go up to the loft and do your homework," Martha suggested.

"Aw mom, do I have to," Clark whined which only earned him a glare from Lois and a stern look from his mother. "Fine, come on Lois," Clark grumbled.

"Oh come on Smallville, I'm not that bad. Where did your dad go?"

"He had to go help our neighbors with something that's all."

"Oh, okay. I don't think he likes me very much," she said as she collapsed on the couch.

"Who, Dad? No, he just has a hard time trusting people. He actually likes you along with my mother and again I don't know how."

"You know Smallville you're not a walk in the park either," Lois stated matter-of-factly.

"Oh really? What have I possibly done that would make me intolerable?"

"Where to begin…For one, you are two completely different people. One minute you're all meek 'yes ma, yes pa,' then the next you're the most overconfident guy I've ever met. Then, there's your wardrobe. I mean come on, how many plaid shirts can one guy have? And don't even get me started on the Lana obsession."

"Wait a minute, I'm not obsessed with Lana," Clark said.

"Give me a break. You talk about her all the time, you stare at her during class, and have you looked at your assignment book lately, because if you did you would see that you have doodled Lana Kent all over it. Not to mention the black book that was full of drawn pictures of her. What I don't understand is how can you like this girl so much and only have one conversation with her. I mean it must have been one heck of a two second conversation."

Clark was silent for a while almost as if he was processing the information.

"You know Lois; if you had finished looking at the black book you would've seen there were more pictures of people I care about. I draw them so I can remember them at their highest moments."

"I find that pretty hard to believe since you practically tackled me for it today," Lois stated firmly. She crossed her arms over her chest and glared at him.

"Fine, you don't believe me! Here take it! Look at it all you want!" With that he stormed down the stairs and out of sight of Lois.

Lois was shocked at his outburst. He had never yelled at her before; raised his voice maybe but never yelled. She took the book and flipped to the back pages. Sure enough there was a drawing of Chloe. Lois was mesmerized by the picture. It captured her perfectly. She was smiling but still had that mischievous sparkle in her eyes.

"Man Smallville, you can sure draw," she mumbled to herself.

The next picture was of his parents. They were laughing and smiling. This picture too had something special about it. If you looked close enough you could see an emotion in their eyes when they looked at each other. It was as if his Mom was his Dad's whole world. Lois couldn't help but keep looking at it. If she didn't know any better she would have thought that someone had photographed a joyful moment in this couples life.

She flipped the page. On the next page was Pete. He was smiling also. Except he had more of the, I'm-the-man-presence- in his eyes. His chin was slightly tilted up as if he was checking out a girl or something. Lois was amazed. She had seen Pete like this once at school when he was saying hi to Melissa. He had the widest smile she had ever seen.

The next picture shocked her a bit. It was of her but she wasn't smiling like the others. She was smirking, as if she had just teased Clark. She had a glint in her eyes that she didn't even recognize. Her head was tilted up and she looked confident. In the expression you could see a glint of teasting but there was something else there. She couldn't figure out what else was there. What she didn't understand was why he would think this was her proudest moment or happiest time in her life. She wasn't smiling or laughing. How could this be his happiest or proudest moment of her?

She didn't know yet but she was going to find out.

TBC

A/N: Thanks to all that reviewed I appreciated it. I really hope you enjoyed this chapter because I enjoyed making it, especially the end;)

I will try to update as often as I can. It will get a little harder once schools starts so bear with me. I hope to have the next chapter up soon. Please R&R ;)