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Martha hugged the girl closer as if the touch alone would erase the pain Erica was feeling. Her eyes met her husband's and could tell by his red eyes that the story was hurting him as much as the rest of them. Jonathan looked across the table to see Clark in even worse shape then himself or his mother.
Erica rubbed her face against Martha's shoulders, her eyes closed trying to block out the awful memory but her mouth wouldn't let up.
"Mommy was angry because of what daddy did. She said he took away her choice and that hurt most of all."
Martha wiped the tears that collected on the girl's long lashes. "What did your mommy do, Erica?"
Clark's head raised from his hands, wanting to know very much the answer as they all gave her their utmost attention. He was shattering inside...What kind of monster was he to do such a thing to the person he's suppose to love. To the person who's the mother of his child.
He was confused and knew love made people do crazy things...Did he love someone that much to be selfish enough to take away such a right as barring his kids? And what's more, who was this woman he was so selfish over? Lana? Did after all these years of constant struggle, things finally worked out for them?
But his eyes were blue...and Lana's were brown, even a darker shade of black. If it was so, where did the Hazel come from?
His mind soon went back to his child as her movement caught his attention and once again he was drowning in the green of her orbs, engulfed by them. What did your mommy do, Erica? His mother's words surfacing back at the eerie look in her eyes.
"She took me away..."
Brrriiiiiiinnnnnggg!...Brrrriiiiinnnnnnngggg!
Lois smoothed the back of her fingers down the baby's face and up into her mass of curls that swamped her head for such a young age. Smiling sweetly and rocking herself and her child contently in the maternal rocking chair as Erica suckled away on her left breast.
Briiiiiiiiinnnnnggggggggggggg!...Briiiinnnnngggggggggg!
The shrill of the phone continued not at all upsetting the serene picture painted by Lois and her daughter who didn't cry anymore by the constant, yet, ignored calls.
"MmmmHmmm..." She hummed softly, only giving the phone a passing glance, fearing to look at it any longer would make her break.
Lois chewed on her bottom lip as she tried to hum the lullaby she remembered her mom singing to her, trying hard to focuse on the bundle of joy instead of the wail from the phone.
But it wouldn't let up, it kept up the piercing cry as if it's life depended on her answering and talking to whoever was on the other line. Her hand quickly shoots out to pick up the phone from it's perch and presses it to her ear.
"Hello?" She says, commending herself on how steady and emotionless her voice was.
"Lois, Sweetie, it's mom." Martha's voice came through.
She lets out the block of air she didn't realize she'd been holding since answering the damn thing. She knew breathing wouldn't have been an option if it was Him and was relieved and upset at the same time that it wasn't...damn her heart!
Minutes passed and not a word came from Lois, not even a sound of static made by ones breathing came from Lois' end of the phone.
"Please, Lois...come back home." And there it was the begging, she knew it was only time before every conversation came around to that from all who called. Martha was straight forward, she didn't beat around the bush, Lois knew she wouldn't.
"It's been 3 months, Dear." Martha continued, knowing she was there, listening. "Clar-We're so worried about you and the baby."
Martha knew that mentioning her son's name would instantly have her line dead and communication disconnected from what she was told by others who made the mistake of saying Clark's name. Even from Clark himself, who would just instantly be hanged up on as soon as she knew it was him.
Lois bit down on her bottom lip hard drawing blood, but didn't care she knew she was hurting the woman she saw as a mother. It wasnt' her fault her son was a freaken BDA (Big Dumb Alien), and she knew she shouldn't have pushed her away, along with everyone else.
The pain hurted too much though, and forgiveness seem the weak way out of things...it seemed impossible to do. No matter how much she was missing her Dumb Alien and understood his reasons behind his actions. She couldn't bring herself to face him, even with her heart hating herself for doing this.
It was an eye for an eye...wasn't life just always that way?
"I'm not justifying what happened as ok. He had no right to do that to you." Martha threaded as lightly as she could and sighed when she still received no reply.
"Please, we haven't even seen our grandchild...our granddaughter yet."
Lois couldn't stop, nor did she want to stop the tears that streamed from her eyes as they watched the babe that looked so much like him. She slid her pointer into the little grasp that barely wrapped around her finger, feeling the abnormal strength that was contained in such a small grip.
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Martha looked over to Chloe who typed furiously onto her laptop encouraging Martha with her nods of satisfaction to continue to keep Lois on the line. So far she was the most successful in keeping the brunette on longer then the others have been in the past.
Her eyes went from the blond typing away to the tensed figure who was barely keeping it together and by the dark circles under his eyes it was really showing how little he slept in those months. He had to hand it to Lois when she had her way and was determined to get away, even the best search effort from Superman couldn't find her.
"Sweetie...we know you're hurting. But don't do this to the baby...Erica deserves to be with her family."
"Goodbye, Martha." Was the only words Lois spoke before ending the call.
"Got it!" One excited Chloe exclaimed, and would have jumped up from her chair if it wasn't from the noticeable 3 month bump that claimed her stomach.
"Any second less and I wouldn't have been able to pin point her location...Glouster, Germany!"
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Lois recovered her sore breast back into it's home and replaced her yellow tank top down over her chest. Carefully she stood to her feet, making sure not to jolt the slumbering Erica who's tiny chest fell and raised with her sleep. She walked over to the window at the sound of the tinkling of the chimes that encased the house at every window.
It's melody haunting the moment with it's beautiful cresando that rose with every breeze, falling in place with the orange haze of the setting sun. The rays inluminating the green rocks to a iredesent glow that brought comfort in knowing that it would keep a certain someone far enough away.
Her heart pitched and her stomach dropped out as one moment stood a blank field in which the rays danced frantically, being chased away by the dark night to approach. The next, there stood a dark figure some distance away the shadows not making it easy to identify, but she didn't have to see clearly to know who it was.
The pang in her heart told the story, the need in her body broke the code and the fire in her skin longed for the friction of his touch. It was a song as old as time and she, Lois Joanne Lane, was no exception to the rule. His Love always found it's way back to her...and as much as she was hating herself for being so weak where he was concerned.
She couldn't completely deny the flutter in her heart at seeing him again after so long. She wanted more then anything to run out there and throw herself into his arms...but she couldn't-she wouldn't...not after what he had done.
"Lois..." A whisper of her name carried on the breeze from the open window kissed her skin and brought the tears even stronger.
Go away...just please, go away...
She shakes her head, wiping furiously at the droplets with her freehand and turns up her head to stare up defiantly at him.
"Go away." She whispers, knowing he could hear every sound and receives his head shake for reply.
Before she knew what was happening, he dare to make his way closer to the house. Her eyes go wide in fear as she sees the diamond cut kryptonite slowly become brighter and brighter with his nearness as his steps become unsteady from the affect they have on him.
"Stop it! What are you doing?" Lois hisses out, half in anger and half in fear at his stupidness.
Fifteen feet away and he stumbles to his knees only too determined to stay down and shakily gets to his feet to continue forward. Close enough for Lois to see that his body is in a mass of trembles and damp with beads of sweat glistening his sun-kissed skin.
"You're hurting yourself, you idiot! Get away!" Her voice showing more concern than what she intended but not caring at seeing the spetical he was causing.
A foot in front of the porch and he collapses to the ground, his flinching hand reaching out and clinging to the step as inch by agonizing inch he pulls himself upon the wooden boards of the wrap-around porch and completely gives in to the power of the Kryptonite as it drains him of his life.
Lois charges from inside the house after quickly placing the baby into the safety of her crib and begins to rip away the krptonite wind-chimes and throws them far enough from Clark where they can't hurt him.
The last one gone and in an instant she's by his side, cradling his head in her arms as his upper half lays against her lap. She presses her head against his while her body continues to wrack with sobs, her hands clinging to him for dear life.
"You Jerk!" she cries into his thick curls, inhaling the scent that is purely him. "You could have killed yourself!"
"Don't you know by now that I would die for you?" His weak voice comes as he stirs back from the affects, his blues tearing into her surprised hazels.
She begins to pound down on him from anger and relief mixed in one. "Don't ever do that again!"
He catches her arms so she doesn't hurt herself against him in her frantic state and expects her to struggle more but the roles reverse as he's the one in shock as her lips comes crashing down onto his in a heated, hungry kiss that's been pent up for over 3 months of solitude.
He releases her arms and grabs the back of her head firmly, pushing her down more to his starving lips, putting how much he missed being away from her in that one kiss. Only the raggedness of her breath forced him to release her so she could catch her breath.
His eyes closed afraid to look at her face, afraid to see what was there hidden in her looks. The hate, the shame of having him for a husband...she had to know what he did was out of love. Didn't she realize there was no life without her in his.
The touch of her petal like fingers caressing his cheek slowly brought his eyes open into hers.
Erica slid off Martha's lap and rounded the table to stand beside her father, her arms encasing him into a hug around his neck. Her head pressed into his shoulder as he hesitantly wrapped his larger ones around the small brunette.
"She said, she forgives you, Smallville." Erica whispers against his neck, and felt as he froze solid around her.
The clatter of a glass accompanied the tense silence that fell over everyone at her words. Jonathan scrambled to grab a hand towel to clean up the coffee from his upturned cup. He passed a bemused and shocked look to his wife, there was only one person they knew of who called their son by that name.
Martha turned her gaze from Jonathan to her son, whose face didn't know how to respond, like he didn't know whether or not to believe his own ears.
"Lois?" Martha asked, speaking aloud the one name on everyone's mind. "She's...she's...your mother?"
Clark jumps to his feet, breaking contact with Erica. Those hazels! He knew he knew them. "Lois!"
He looked down to his daughter who beamed up a smile at the mention of her mother's name.
"No." He shakes his head in disbelief and bends down on his knees to come in contact with her face that drops to his reaction.
"Are you sure, Lois Lane is your mother?"
"Clark!" Martha scolds trying to keep the humor from her voice. "I'm sure the child knows her own mom."
"What's wrong?" Erica asked clearly confused why her dad was acting this way at the mention of her mom's name being his wife. She would have thought it an obvious choice, but apparently she wasn't told the 'whole' story of thier younger years.
"What's worng?" Clark mocks in hysterics, deblief that it wasn't being denied only confirmed again. "Lois?"
"Loud-Mouth, Army Brat, Thorn in your Side, Mad Dog Lane, Pain in the Ass." Erica lists off all the names, he heard his dad and other members of her family used when referring to her mom.
"Erica!" Martha scolds at her use of profanity, while Jonathan bellows with laughter and claps his hand down on his son's shoulder. "I guess there is no denying whose child she is."
Clark stands to his feet rubbing his hand through his thick locks and down his face peeking through his fingers to catch her eyes...hazel eyes!...and groans loudly.
"Tell me I'm dreaming...I can't-We can't be married...it's IMPOSSIBLE!" He rants like a mad man and says her name like it should be clear that what was being suggested was lunacy. "LOIS!"
"Uh...that's my name, Smallville. Geesh, what's with the shouting? I'm right here."
Everyone's head turn at the sound of her voice and watch as the spunky girl closes the kitchen door behind her. Displaying her usual snarky smile, the halo of her chestnut, high-lighted hair catching the rays of the sun in it's pony tail style.
"Let me guess, another freak wind came and blew down the tree this time?" Lois says in a knowing smirk and remembering something quickly opens the door for Shelby who trotted in carrying a pair of Clark's red plaid boxers in his mouth.
"Found these in the middle of the drive way. Seems like the freak wind blew the day's laundry all over too."
Lois gave a teasing wide grin at her antic of picking Clark's boxers from the ground and placing it in his dog's mouth and along with Erica giggled as her busting his chops began for the day.
"Glad to see someone has a sense of humor." Lois mumbles to herself, wondering inside who the strange girl was, to see the dry laughs coming from the others. Laughing wasn't what it was as much as it was coughing and uneasiness that the others displayed.
Well not so much uneasiness coming from Mrs. Kent, no, for some reason she was raidiating as she looked at Lois which was puzzling her because the men of the Kent family were looking...shocked? Clark was the 'deer-in-headlights' shocked one...Mr. Kent was not as much shocked looking as he was bemused, yep that was it, alright.
And who the heck is the girl? She has pretty eyes...looks familiar...wait, do I know her?
Lois break from her thoughts as the crippling silence edges on to her discomfort, making her feel like the butt-end of some unknown joke. And thinking maybe she took the prank too far, but not seeing how as this one didn't come even close to the other heinous things she's done to Clarkie.
"Whaaaaat?" She asks uncertainly, raising her brow up at their weird behavior. "Did I miss something?"
To Be Continued...
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Also, I'm still looking for ideas or suggestions if u guys have any. Also to let you guys know, I know I said that this is set around the beginning of season 6 but I'm changing it cuz there are characters I want to add into the story, you guys will find out exactly who in the next chappie ;) hehehe