Lois

I can't believe I have to stay with this thing, especially since he lost my cousin, after he made himself out to be some kind of superhero. Clark is a superhero, maybe even Oliver is a superhero, but mostly Clark. "We have to find her," he states.

Really? I had no idea. "Great idea, Einstein, why didn't I think of that?" I've always surrounded myself with semi-intelligent people. Chloe, Tess, Clark, he's fairly smart, a little, Ollie, at times. But this guy? He's got two brain cells and they're growing rapidly weaker. "I'm sure you would have," he replies. Blink, blink. Is he serious? I need to bash my head into something, anything would be good. "Thanks, now go spread your hippie, positivity message somewhere else. 'Cause I've gotta find my cousin." He looks up at me with annoyingly optimistic eyes.

"Wait, let me help you," he pleads. How many ways can I say no? "It's your fault we lost her. You've already done enough damage. Thank you," I add with finality. He gives me puppy dog eyes. But they've never worked on me, unless, of course, it's Clark. He does them so well, it's amazing. It's like looking into the two clear blue orbs with so much feeling it would make anyone's heart melt. But this guy's such an amateur, it's not even funny. "But extra help couldn't hurt," he coaxes. I glare at him. He can't help. That's the problem, he can only hurt.

"You'd only get in my way."

"That's not true."

"What can you do?"

"I can…I can, uh."

"Exactly."

"You can't stop me from following you."

Is he serious? He can't be. That's so childish. Like, seriously? "Really?" I ask, my voice dripping with sarcasm.

"Yup," he replies.

I give him my patented death glare that could rival Tess'. "Fine," I grunt. I start walking and he reliably follows like a lost puppy. Chloe better not marry this guy, or anything, or I'll pull my hair out so often that I'll be bald. And Clark won't like a bald Lois. I follow the footprints that could only be either Chloe's or her rabid followers. There's a silence hanging between the puppy dog and I. But I'm certainly not going to break it, and if he's smart, neither will he. Which means he's probably going to start jabbing any minute now. "So do you have any idea where she could be?" Wow, he really is that dim witted. I wonder if he can even help it. "Yes, I know exactly where she is. You see, she and I have this cousin telepathy thing. So she's feeding me the directions to where he is," I reply.

"Was that sarcasm?" he asks, completely sincerely. I can't do this anymore. I just can't I mean how do you respond to that? "Yes, that was sarcastic," I reply frankly, after considering going with another sarcastic comment but I was worried he wouldn't get it, and I would have to put this machete to good use. "Oh, okay, I just had to make sure." I take a deep breath before I continue. I give him a bitter-sweet smile. "Yeah." I turn back around and roll my eyes. I couldn't help it, I mean, he's just so… so… There's not even a word for it. The only way to say it is innocence, but it's also so innocent it's awkward. It's confusing, but really annoying.

We walk in silence, might I add, thank whoever, until there are no more footprints. Because all of them head in different directions, and there's no single set, we stop. At that moment a huge red flare goes up that could only come from our favorite boy scout. "Wow that was bright. What was that?" the oblivious little boy yells. I roll my eyes. "I think that was Tess signaling for us. We've got to go." He furrows his brow. "What about Chloe?" he asks.

"She'll have seen the flare and she'll head there," I explain simply enough so that he can understand. He nods. So we head that way, again in silence. Hours later, because it's late we decide to stop for the night. "We'll keep going tomorrow. They won't go anywhere," I tell him. He agrees, at least he doesn't put up a fight, about most things, anyway. We climb up some trees and go to sleep.

The next morning we wake up early, and by 'we' I mean I woke up early, and threw twigs at his tree until he woke up. He climbs down and says, "Okay, let's go." He's telling me? Ugh, he's so arrogant. So we walk towards where we separated. We walk for a while, me completely ignoring his presence, him watching where I'm going really closely. It's a while before we come to the clearing. Tess, Chloe, Oliver, and…Clark, its Clark! "Clark!" I run into his arms so fast he didn't have time to react. He turns and I practically tackle him. I take that back, I did tackle him. But he doesn't seem to mind because he embraces me in a typical Clark fashion, not too hard, because, let's face it, if he held me too hard, he could crush me, but it's not too hard, let's just say it feels good. I kiss him. "Welcome back, Lois," Tess interrupts. I turn around to face her. "Thanks, Tess," I reply. Then I see Chloe and I let out a breath I didn't even know I was holding. "Hey, guys," she acknowledges the outsider as well as me. Of course she would acknowledge him. The only thing that could make this moment better would be him not being here.