Hey guys sorry for the long delay I've been working on developing the plot of this story and its starting to flow:)
So here's the reunion chapter I hope you enjoy it and many of your questions and doubts will be answered in the following chapters after this one:) As usuall please leave your comments and revieww:)! You guys are great motivators!
Chapter 11: Easy Being Alone
There's a reason I said I'd be happy alone. It wasn't cause I thought I'd be happy alone. It was because I thought if I loved someone and then it fell apart, I might not make it. It's easier to be alone, because what if you learn that you need love and you don't have it? What if you like it and lean on it? What if you shape your life around it, and then it falls apart? Can you even survive that kind of pain? Losing love is like organ damage. It's like dying. The only difference is death ends. This? It could go on forever.
Lois' eyes flew open as she found herself lying on her bed. She was lying on her side as she rolled over, staring back at the ceiling. Confused, she slowly sat up, watching Chris sleeping in his bed. She had a massive headache as she groaned in pain, bringing her hand up to her head. She wasn't sure how she ended up in her bed. The last thing she remembered was turning the mirror box. With that, Lois jumped out of bed, looking around herself. The mirror box. What happened? She ran to the window and opened the curtains, they were still in Smallville, and everything looked exactly how it usually is. Normal. It looked like any other peaceful night in the Farm. Letting the curtain fall closed, Lois clutched her chest and looked around the room. Everything was exactly as it was. The picture of her and Clark was still sitting on the nightstand. Walking over to the dresser, she pulled it out the familiar red and gold flannel shirt. Bringing it up to her face, Lois closed her eyes, embracing his warmth, his scent still lingered in it. She was still in her world. "Did I dream it?" She whispered ever so softly. Lois continued to hug his shirt against her. Looking back at the time, Lois sighed and concluded it was all just one of her very creative dreams. Carefully folding his shirt back into the drawer, she walked towards where her son was sleeping and watched his chest rising up and down as he looked like he was dreaming. "I wish I could be where you are little guy." She said softly. It was then when she heard a noise coming from downstairs. She was sure she was imagining things when she was positive she heard it again and realized they were footsteps. Her breathing hitched as she tried to compose herself. Looking back at Chris, Lois went to her closet and pulled out a baseball bat. Cautiously opening the bedroom door, she noticed the shadow of a figure downstairs coming from the living room. Lois began to panic. Someone was in the Kent house, she wondered if she should call Chloe or Bruce, but didn't want to make any noise that would alert the stranger. So Lois followed her instincts, remembering everything she learned from the General to catch an intruder by surprise. Slowly descending down the stairs, Lois leaned her back against the wall until she heard movement. Peeking her head slightly from the edge of the wall, she noticed the tall, dark figure with its back facing her. He tilted his head as if he was listening intently to something. Lois quickly retreated back, closing her eyes and counting to three. Once she hit three, she raised her bat, and began to face the intruder. She charged towards him and swung the bat with all her force, aiming for the back of his head.
Everything happened before she could blink as the dark intruder spun around right when she was about to strike him with the bat and caught it with one hand. Lois wasn't going to go down right away and quickly raised her fist to throw a good punch in his throat when he caught her fist in his big hand. She was read to kick him in the groin and as if he read her mind, he took her hand and spun her around, pinning her back against him while he held the bat against her neck. She struggled against his grip when he spoke in a confused tone in her ear, "Lane?"
Her body stiffened at the sound of his voice in her ear. Her eyes widened as Lois began to breathe heavily. That voice, she thought in her head. That voice that was always ringing in her ears, in her dreams, the voice she painfully yearned to hear again. She stood frozen in place, frozen in his arms. This was a dream. This can't be real. The man with the eerily familiar voice loosened his grip on her and stepped away. Lois continued to stand frozen with her eyes wide open, staring at nothing. Her eyes became glossy as that voice continued to ring in her ear. It sounded so real. Too real. She stood frozen in place, not moving a muscle; she didn't even notice the lights had been turned on, she continued to stand there. In complete and utter shock. This wasn't real. She was hearing things. Right?
Five minutes ago
In a flash of white light, Clark Luthor stumbled forward and fell to the ground on his face. He slowly regained himself and realized he was lying on an aging oak wood floor. Groaning in pain from the sudden teleportation ride, he slowly stood up, and brushed himself off. What the hell just happened? One minute he was fooling around with some girl he met at the club and the next minute, he's taken away in a white light. It was a familiar kind of white light. He felt like he had been teleported like that before, years ago, back when he was out for vengeance against his illegitimate father. It was a completely different kind of world. One where his other version was apparently some kind of hero. He smirked to himself at the thought of that. There's no way the mirror box still existed, it was destroyed in his world by Lionel so it was impossible for their worlds to collide again. And if it could then the person who activated it had to be seriously deranged. The last time he was here, he was out for blood against Lionel, he wanted him to be erased so that he could finally live his life. Many had gotten in the way in that world. He didn't even succeed as he was sucked back into his world and evidently Lionel was there to torture him again with green kryptonite. After that, he felt truly defeated, truly weak and vulnerable in which his last hope of being free from Lionel's tight rope had failed and he had to live a few more years under his control while he had to, as his father would say, 'pay for his sins with no possibility of repentance' until the day the old man finally drew his last breath. Clark was surprised that after all of that, Lionel still handed down all of his assets to the son who had tried to kill him. Just as well, Lex was dead and Tess was a train wreck in heels, his only hope of handing down the Luthor legacy was Clark. As all those thoughts ran through his mind, Clark continued to stare around his surroundings. This looked like some sort of suburban house. He suddenly picked up footsteps coming from behind him as he tilted his head to listen to the heartbeat of the person who was starting to creep up from behind. Clark smirked; clearly whoever brought him here did not know about his abilities to try attacking him with anything but Kryptonite. If this was supposed to be a trap for him, then that person was in for quite the wake up call. Once he heard the person draw another breath, raising their weapon in the air, he super sped around and grabbed the weapon before it hit him which was surprisingly a baseball bat. He had to laugh at the balls they had to strike him with something as absurd as a bat. He could tell by the size of the wrist he was holding a woman as she tried to punch him. He grabbed her fist effortlessly and spun her around, trapping her flush against his chest. She struggled against him as he took a good look at her face in the dark. Clark had to admit the girl had fight in her. His brows furrowed once he recognized who it was, "Lane?" He asked with utter confusion. What did she do? How did she get him to this house? He knew for a fact Lois Lane doesn't live in a ratty old farm house. He felt her body stiffen against him once he spoke and she stopped breathing altogether. Did she recognize it was him? Was she shocked he had found her secret house or something? He let go of her as he let the bat drop to the floor which made a loud noise to which Lois made no effort to flinch at. She didn't even move. If he didn't know any better he would've thought she had become a statue. He waited for her to turn around and say something, but she continued to stand still with her back facing him. He could hear her pulse racing like crazy. What was going through her head? He turned around to look for a light switch, and once he did, he saw that she still made no effort to move. Clark thought maybe she went into shock. He was the one who was suspiciously transported to this house which Lois Lane suspiciously found him in and began to attack him first. Was this a trap? Was this her revenge for firing her? He waited until she said anything. Raising his eyebrows he called her name again, "Lane"
Lois blinked at the sound of his voice again. Suddenly she found a way to breathe again as she exhaled softly. Her eyes became glossier as she was too afraid to turn around. It took all the will power in the world to turn her head to the side and see the tall, dark figure of a man from her peripheral vision. Slowly and very carefully, Lois found a way to move her body to fully face him. Right there. Right when she saw him, something in her came alive again and she stopped breathing. If it was possible, her eyes widened even more. It was him. That voice. It was him. The same dark wavy hair, the same piercing blue eyes. It was him. She brought her hand up to cover her mouth. She must be dreaming. This wasn't real. Slightly shaking her head, a tear silently fell down her cheek as he stared back at her with his dark brows furrowed together and analyzing her movement. Lois slowly took a step towards him, and then another. Her hands were trembling when she reached out for him and he took a small step back. He was convinced she had gone insane. She continued to take another step closer to him and this time he didn't retreat as he watched her trembling hand reach for him. Her fingers lightly brushed his arm, and soon her hand ran up his bicep, and towards his chest. He stood uncomfortably when she rested her hand to where his heart was, feeling the thumping of his heart against the palm of her hand. It felt...warm. Lois sighed as the tears continued to fall down her cheeks. She looked back up at his blue eyes, which stared back at her hazel ones. She finally found her voice, "C-Clark?" He flinched at the way she said his name. She had never called him Clark before. It was always Mr. Luthor. She made sure he knew he was a Luthor. She never looked past that name. No one did. This one was saying it as if she was whispering an angel's name. What's gotten into her? He didn't notice when her hands came up to his face and she wrapped her arms around his neck and hugged him fiercely, he was taken aback by the sudden warmth that was emitting from her embrace. She fit into his body perfectly, he could smell her scent, he wasn't sure what was happening, "It's really you!" She said in a husky tone as she cried into him. He was real. He was really standing in front of her.
He had enough of it. This compassion. It wasn't Lois Lane. This was some sick twisted game she was playing. Clark put his hands on her hips and pushed her back. She opened her eyes, hurt by the distance he created between them and tried to come closer, but Clark continued to push her away, which confused her, "I don't know what the hell has gotten into you Lane, but you're going to have to do better than that if you want revenge against me for firing you."
Now it was Lois' turn to furrow her brows, she was utterly dumbfounded, "Fired? What are you talking about?"
Clark scoffed, "Either you've gone mentally insane for losing your job, or you're a very good liar. Either way, it was really stupid of you for kidnapping me into this house, however you did it and then try and play this game on me when operation 'kill Clark Luthor with a bat' failed. I've gone through this with many other people and they tend to fall hard on that plot. I would've thought you learned from watching your ex-husband pay for trying to cross my path."
Lois stood there wide eyed, she was in complete shock. Clark Luthor? It worked. The mirror box worked. Clark Luthor, a man who had once tried to kill her for crossing his path and working with Tess against him while he was on a vendetta to kill Lionel, was standing in front of her once again. It didn't process as much that Clark Luthor was in her home, only the fact that Clark was standing in front of her. A man with a dark past, but the soul of the man she loved dearly was standing before her once again. She didn't know what to expect when she activated that mirror box, but it worked, and Clark was here. Her husband was here. And that's all she needed. She knew she should've just told him the truth, but something in her told her that would only push him away, and that was the last thing she wanted. She took a deep breath and started to talk, trying to make sense of all of this, "I-I don't know what you're talking about right now. But I am not the one who brought you here." She held up her hand in front of her to gesture to him that she meant no harm. Lois wasn't sure how to twist this story, but all she knew was that he was here and she wasn't ready to let him go yet.
"How the hell did you manage to teleport me all the way here? Were you plotting this with Oliver to try and kill me? Was the whole merger a decoy to catch me off guard?" His temper was beginning to boil up, and a deep hidden hurt in him that everywhere he turns, there's always someone there to try and destroy him. All he wanted was to be left alone.
Lois so badly wanted to know what he was talking about, what place she had in Clark Luthor's life in the other world. She looked into his eyes. She hadn't looked into those blue eyes in over a year and now, here he was and all she wanted to do was run into his arms and kiss him. But he wouldn't let her even come close to him. All she can do is explain why he's here and hope for the best, but that didn't mean he had to know the whole truth, "You're here... because the mirror box had been activated in this world." She struggled to continue as he stared back at her, "I-I don't know how or who brought you here... but you're not in your world anymore."
Clark's lips parted as he took a step back, so his hunch was right, "What?" He exclaimed in a stern tone, through his teeth.
Lois swallowed hard, "You're in Earth-1. This is Clark Kent's world. And I'm... I'm not the Lois from your world."
Clark took a step towards her, startled by the revelation, "You... you mean someone transported me to this world using the mirror box?" Lois simply nodded, as her eyes were filled with tears again, and in a flash he grabbed her roughly by the shoulders as she gasped, "Why the hell was I brought here? Where's the mirror box now?" He was furious, he had just finished making Queen Industries his and he needed to get back there before his father's enemies tried to interfere. Instead he was stuck in some deluded world!
Lois bit her tongue, "I don't know, that's all I can tell you right now..." Her voice trailed off as guilt consumed her for lying to him, but somehow she knew that if he knew it was her who took him away from his world because her Clark had died wouldn't sit well with him.
Clark let go of her and threw his hands in the air, "Well where's this other Clark then? Did he switch with me again?" He scowled at the thought of that man taking his place, "He's going to ruin everything if he's there" He hissed under his breath, knowing Kent was allies with Oliver and Lois, though he didn't know what relationship Lois had with him, he just assumed Oliver and Lois were together in this world too and they were some sort of pathetic superhero team. If Kent was in his world, who knows what he'll do with the new merger. Will he sell it back to Queen? Clark gritted his teeth at the thought of losing what he just gained.
Lois wiped the tear that escaped her eye, "No... He died." She whispered under her breath. But Clark Luthor heard it perfectly, pulling him out of his train of thoughts.
He smirked to himself in relief, "So the boy scout lost his petty little life huh? So much for living with a hero complex."
Lois narrowed her eyes at him, "Clark didn't have a petty life." She simply stated.
"Sure." He said sarcastically, "So tell me why exactly I ended up in your house?" Turning away from her, Clark looked around the house, clearly showing his distaste for the lack of luxury he's so used to. This definitely didn't fit into Lois' personality. At least not the one in his world. Was she some farmer Joe's housewife here? Clark smirked to himself at the thought of that, it definitely didn't suit a gorgeous sophisticated fireball like her.
Lois clasped her hands tightly together, and watched him walking around her home. Their home. She closed her eyes and dipped her head down, biting her trembling lip from breaking down. All she wanted was to see him again. Talk to him again. And now that he's here, she has no idea what to do. He turned back around to face her, waiting for an answer, brows furrowed as to why she looked like she was going to have a sob fest. Lois slowly raised her head to look back at him again, "I can't answer that." She said in a soft whisper.
Clark scoffed, running his fingers through his hair, "That's just perfect." She was completely useless to him. He needed answers and he needed them now. Clearly someone was after him and wants him out of the way from his world. It had to be someone who knew about the mirror box. The only people who knew were Lionel, Oliver and... Clark closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose, chuckling to himself, "Of course."
Lois walked up to him, "What?"
"I know exactly who would've done this. I have no doubt about it." He said through his teeth, anger boiling in his veins, when he saw her he was going to shoot fire through her head. How naive can she be? Did she really think she can bring them to another world and live a blissful romantic life? This was in fact her idea in the first place when they found the mirror box, "There's only one person who I know would be capable of using that damn mirror box, Tess." With that, He disappeared right before Lois' eyes, her eyes widened in shock, as she ran towards the flung opened door, and looked out into the night.
She ran back into the house and picked up her cell phone, ready to call Oliver or Chloe, but then she froze. If they found out Clark Luthor was here they would do whatever they can to make her take him back. Or worse, they would try and kill him. Her hand was shaking at the thought of losing him again. Instead of calling the league, she dialed Tess' number, hoping to give her a heads up before he got to her, feeling helpless that she couldn't do anything at this point.
If some of you are wondering why Lois acted the way she did around clark, she didn't know what to expect when she turned the mirror box, she just did it impulsively. And she didn't tell him it was her who brought him here cause she was scared of how he'd react to that and she knows who she's dealing with, she had to approach him with caution and she's smart enough to do that, but she starting to realize this was a bad idea, but there's a voice in the back of her head that's saying "But this is clark. Clark is standing in front of you. Alive and well." She needs that right now and so that's going to cause a conflict within her. Stay tuned for the next chapter I'll be updating very soon:)
