A/N: I'm back again. I hope that this fic hasn't been moving too fast. Sometimes I feel like I should take more time with the plotline, but I get really excited about putting up a new chapter, mainly because of the good reviews I've gotten. So, I hope you enjoy the pace, and I'm sure you'll tell me if you don't. Anyway, keep the reviews coming! You have no idea what it does for my self confidence .

Also, I've been watching some Smallville season 10 for inspiration. This fic was originally meant to be a continuation of the entire series, but since I started it after Homecoming, it didn't really turn out that way. However, I hope that in the next few chapters, we'll be back on course and everything will even out in the end.

Clark was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands. If it were possible for him to have a headache, he would have one. "Lois, we've looked at ten apartments in the last five days and you have yet to find one you like."

He looked up, and she was glaring at him over her glasses. He was surprised by this latest turn in her wardrobe. She said it was because her contacts were bothering her, but he wondered if it wasn't something more.

"Yes, I'm aware Clark. It's just, our new home has to be perfect," she sighed.

"You do know that I can do whatever renovations that need to be done in like, a second right?"

Once again she was glaring at him. "I won't even dignify that with a response."

He groaned. "Lois, the last place we looked at was practically right down the street from here." And closer to Watchtower. He didn't say it, but she knew it's what he was thinking.

"Yes, and they also had a no pets policy." She got up and walked around her desk, balancing her maple doughnut and coffee on the edge of his. The paper was open and several classified ads were circled in red pen. "Unless you were planning on ditching Shelby with your mom."

"You're right." He adjusted his glasses nervously and she grinned at him. "It's just that…" He trailed off and she poked him in the shoulder.

"It's just what, Clark?" He had that whole "Last Son of Krypton" look about him, and it always made her nervous when he had that look.

"I just wonder if you aren't putting this off because you don't want to live together."

Lois sighed and was silent. Of course he would suspect the worst. "You know that's not true. I do want to live with you. I'm just not sure you're ready yet." She worried her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Lois." He spun a little in his chair, catching her leg with his hands. "Emil says I'm getting better."

"I know." She rested her chin on his forehead. "It's just…it takes awhile to get over something as traumatic as you've been through. I know. I've watched at least a million episodes of Law & Order: SVU."

He pulled away so he could look into her eyes. "But if we allow this to hinder our lives any more, then she really does win."

"I'd feel better if you were completely better." She grabbed her coffee and took a huge bite out of her doughnut before walking back to her desk.

Clark blushed. He knew exactly to what she was referring. Last week, after falling asleep at the Talon with Lois in his arms, he had slept for two days straight. He hadn't been aware that he needed sleep that much. He had awoken to Lois sitting on top of him, her laptop perched on her knees, her cell phone pressed between her cell phone and her ear, screeching at Perry.

When she told him that he'd been out for two days and that she had called them both in to work and written both of their articles, he'd grabbed her around the shoulders and kissed her so thoroughly, it had left her panting with desire. As he pulled away from her, he'd felt…anger, at Lana for taking this away from him, fear, shame, and guilt. She saw all of this flash in his eyes and had pulled away ruefully.

After making sure he had eaten, she had made him shower and get ready for work. He missed the days when before sliding into the shower he would sidle up behind her and convince her to join him. They hadn't mentioned it ever since. Until now that is.

"Lois…" He started, but she held up her hand to stop him.

"No explanations, Clark." She smiled at him over the top of her computer.

A loud buzzing noise suddenly came from Lois's handbag, which she had slung haphazardly over her desk chair. She turned and dug a perfectly manicured hand in her purse, pulling her cell phone from it, which was still buzzing. With a practiced hand, she flipped it open and pressed it to her ear.

"This is Girl Scout."

Clark looked at her, shocked. Since when had Lois been a part of the League? And since when had her code name been Girl Scout?

"Apparently there's a lot I need to catch up on," he said under his breath.

"Ok, we'll be there shortly." She snapped her phone shut and stood, pulling on her blazer and slinging her purse over her shoulder.

"What's going on?" He spun in his chair and she smiled wanly.

"Watchtower has pinpointed Miss Kyle, and the Bat has a plan. Let's go."

Clark couldn't decide if he was excited or nervous. Probably both.

"Alright. Let's go."

"I feel like an idiot." Clark pulled Batman's cowl off of his head. Batman, who was in civilian uniform just stared at him and Green Arrow smiled.

"Come on, Clark. It's just for one night." Oliver clapped him on the shoulder and Clark glared at him. He didn't think dressing as Batman for the night would do any good.

"Look, you were the one that wanted to help bring in Miss Kyle, and since Superman is supposed to be sick, dressing as Batman is the only way to help out." Oliver shrugged, and Lois appeared behind him, looking uneasy.

"Are you sure this is what you want?" She wrung her hands nervously and Clark smiled at her.

"Lois, I need to do this." He pulled the cowl back over his head.

"Ok, the serum is in this pocket." Bruce tucked a small syringe, already filled with the serum that would cause the Prometheus Suit to dissolve into a pocket in the Bat suit. He was surprised that he wasn't affected by it, considering it was manufactured from green kryptonite, but then again, Emil had stripped everything from it except the component that affected the Prometheus Suit.

"Do I just jab it in anywhere?" Clark turned to Emil, who nodded.

"It'll take at least a minute for the serum to take affect, but when it does, the Suit will dissolve and she'll be a normal person again." He touched the taller man's shoulder gently. In all their meetings, Clark had always expressed the wish that he would be the one to capture Lana. He thought it would bring some sort of closure to this whole experience, but Emil wasn't so sure. What if seeing her again caused him to completely break down?

"I'll be fine, you guys," he said, looking around at all of his friends who had varying degrees of worried faces on. He sighed. "Let's go." He grabbed Oliver and in seconds they were in Gotham.

"Wow. You've gotten faster." Green Arrow slumped on the pavement and Clark wrinkled his nose.

He walked towards the jewelry store that Catwoman was supposed to be hitting tonight. How Bruce knew this, he wasn't sure. Bruce had ways of figuring things out and doing things that he knew Clark wouldn't like, so he often hid his shadier methods from Superman. It rankled Clark a little, but he'd long reconciled the fact that Bruce would be Bruce, and there was no way he was ever going to change.

Oliver tugged on his cape, and shot a grappling hook from his cross bow. Clark looked down at the similar looking gadget that was hooked onto his belt, and did the same. It was odd, having to actually use tools and weapons. Normally he just brought himself.

Green Arrow and "Batman" perched above the jewelry store, in complete silence and darkness. Clark was just beginning to wonder how long it would take for her to show up, when a dark figure emerged from an alley across the way.

He had never seen Lana in her Catwoman costume, and he was a little repulsed by what he saw. She wore a skintight leather body suit, along with gloves that looked to have retractable razor claws attached to them. A cowl, not unlike Bruce's, but instead going all the way to the neck, it only went below her ears.

Lana walked towards the store in the darkness. Oliver nudged him, and he knew that now was his chance.

Clark descended to the ground below the same way he came, on his grappling gun, and in seconds he was right in front of her. He felt like his heart was going to jump out of his chest, but he had to stay cool. How would Bruce behave?

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Bat." She purred at him, and he quickly adopted the deep gravely voice that Bruce put on when he was in costume.

"Miss Kyle." He nodded at her and she grinned cattishly at him.

"What are you doing in this neck of the woods?" She walked around him, allowing a hand to run across his shoulders, and it took all of his effort to not shudder at her touch.

"On the lookout for strays."

She laughed maniacally and rubbed against him. Clark wasn't sure what happened first. In one swift movement, he reached inside his pocket, grabbed the syringe and plunged it into the soft part of her neck, where it met the shoulder, completely emptying the serum into her. At the same time, she reached behind her with a small perfume bottle, and sprayed a red substance into his face.

The concoction settled on the exposed area of his face, getting directly into his eyes and mouth.

She screamed and yanked the needle out of her neck. Soon, she was grinning like the Cheshire cat. Lana ripped the cowl off of his head.

"I knew it would be you who came for me, Clark. You see, after you escaped, I went back to clean up and you were missing, so I knew you were still alive. It only hit me afterward what the real cure to your poisoning would be." She tapped the bottle against her chin.

"Red kryptonite."

He could feel it affecting him. He felt drunk. Like he could do anything and everything he wanted. He smiled wickedly at her, and he could see the hope blossom behind her eyes.

Suddenly, his large hand was around her neck, and she was being lifted into the air, pressed against the wall of the store. With a soft thud, Green Arrow dropped beside him.

"Clark, man, you don't want to do this." He rested a hand on his friend's shoulder, and Clark whipped his head around to look at him.

"You're wrong, Oliver. I want to do this very much." He squeezed his hand, and Lana struggled weakly against it.

"You do not want to do this Clark. You and I both know that if you really wanted to, you would have already killed her by now. Plus, what would Lois say?"

Lana was dropped unceremoniously to the ground. Oliver swore he saw red in pale green eyes.

"Lois." The name hung between them, almost heady, and Oliver nodded.

"Yes, Lois. Your fiancée."

With a gust of wind, Clark was gone. Green Arrow sighed, reached into a pocket and put his headset in his ear.

"Yeah, Watchtower. We have a problem."

Lois clambered out of the shower, wrapping one of Clark's extra large blue towels firmly around her. After Clark and Oliver had left Watchtower, she had decided to go home. She knew that they would be bringing Lana in to Watchtower, and she did not want to be there. She wouldn't be able to control herself, and she'd probably end up ripping the other woman's face off.

The cell phone that was lying on her desk when she walked out of the bathroom beeped once to show that there was a voicemail, and she hustled over to it and eagerly pressed the phone to her ear.

"Lois, we have a problem. Call me back." Chloe's voice seemed to blare through the phone, and Lois suddenly felt as if her heart was in her mouth.

Pressing her speed dial, she got through to Chloe in one ring.

"Chlo. What's going on?"

"Lois! Are you all right?"

"Yes…I just got out of the shower." She sat down on the edge of the bed. "Chloe, what's wrong? What's happening?"

"Lana sprayed Clark with red K. We don't know where he is. The last thing he said was your name before speeding away." There was some rustling on the other end, and Lois got the feeling that Chloe was going through papers of some sort.

"Ok…so what do we do?"

Her cousin sighed. "I don't know Lois. The only thing that has gotten rid of the red K in the past has been green K, but Emil doesn't think we should use it on him. It could bring back all of the memories of being held captive that he's been trying to deal with."

"I agree with Emil." Lois said immediately. "I'll keep my eyes open, maybe head out to the farm and see if he's there."

"Alright, but if things get out of hand, you call me and I'll have Impulse there in two shakes to help."

"Ok. Love you, cos." She flipped the phone shut. A squeak of the floorboards drew her attention to the door, and there he stood. He had changed out of the ridiculous Batman costume and was wearing jeans, a black tee and a heavy looking leather jacket. He was leaning against the doorframe, his eyes were dark and she shivered.

"Clark!" She ran to him, wrapping her arms around his neck and burying her face in the crook of his neck. "You're ok!"

"Of course I am, now that I'm here." His arms snaked around her waist, and she pulled away to look into his eyes.

"Chloe said that you were sprayed with something. Are you sure you're feeling alright?" She pressed her hand to his forehead, and he leaned into her touch.

"I'm fine." He grinned wickedly at her, and the next thing she knew, she was in his arms. He carried her into the kitchen and set her down on the edge of the counter, stepping in between her legs. He ran his nose along the shell of her ear and lightly kissed her neck. She shivered.

"Clark, are you sure this is what you want?" Her voice seemed too loud in the room, and he didn't answer her. He moved his hips closer to hers and she felt his hardness through the confines of his jeans.

He kissed her hard on the lips, and when his tongue swept along her bottom lip, she opened her mouth. His tongue slid into her mouth and she moaned. She could feel his smile against her lips, and she instinctively wrapped her legs around his trim hips. He thrust against her. His hands went to where her towel was knotted in place and the towel slid off of her.

Lois's hands tangled in his hair and he groaned. They moved down to grasp his jacket, and she pulled it off of him. Her hands slid up his shirt, and he helped her pull it up and over his head. His hands went to his jeans and he quickly undid his belt. It seemed like seconds and he was completely naked, and Lois realized, it probably was seconds.

"Wait. Wait." She pushed him away slightly and took him in. His mouth was open slightly and his lips were red and swollen. His chest was heaving and his breath was coming in great gasps. He looked painfully hard, and his erection was weeping slightly.

"What?" He looked confused and she shook her head, trying to clear it.

"Are you sure?" She wanted this so desperately, but not like this. Not if it meant ruining his already fragile mental health.

"Lois, I couldn't be more sure." He moved closer to her, running his fingers through her hair. She tilted her head back, exposing her neck to him. He ran his tongue down the side of her neck and slid it along her collarbone. Lois gasped and he brought his eyes up to her face. Her head was thrown back and she speared her hands through his hair.

He laved his tongue down a breast and twirled his tongue around the areola before running it along the hardened peak. Once again she wrapped her legs around his waist, and he straightened. He molded his hands around her breasts, running his thumbs across the nipples and he tugged gently. She gasped and kissed him fiercely. Reaching a hand between them, she grasped his cock in her hand and he threw his head back and hissed before kissing her again.

She guided him to her entrance and he slid into her. Lois gasped and he stilled. She had forgotten how big he was. They hadn't had sex since the night of their engagement. It felt like he was nudging at her lungs. She clung to him, her face buried in his neck, as she tried to catch her breath. Clark moved her head to rest her forehead against his, and she opened her eyes to look into his bottle green ones.

"You ok?" He pressed his hand to her neck and she nodded.

"Just give me a minute."

They just stared into each other's eyes for several minutes, and she had never felt more connected to him. Finally she nodded again, and he moved against her, sliding out until just the tip of him was in her before thrusting against her.

Soon, she was meeting his thrusts. The sound of his skin slapping against hers drove her. The edge of the Formica and wooden countertop bit into the back of her thighs, and she raised her knees slightly to relieve the pressure, pressing her heels into his buttocks. One of Clark's hands snaked between them to rub at her clitoris and she gasped as the tip of his cock rubbed against her G-spot and his finger made circles around her clit.

Lois could feel the orgasm building behind her eyes, and she grasped his shoulders. "Clark!" She shouted his name as her orgasm washed over her. He didn't stop the constant thrust of his hips. His eyes were dark and hooded as they stared right into hers. He continued to pound into her, as well as rub her clit. Her orgasm continued to make waves over her, and she didn't think it would ever end.

Finally, with a grunt, he finished, emptying inside of her. The flood of warmth pushed her over the edge again. She collapsed against him in a sweaty mess. Her hair stuck to the back of her neck and his chest. Her breath was coming in great gasps, and he pulled away, sliding out of her. She felt his loss painfully. When they were joined, it was like she was whole, and when he left she just felt…empty.

Clark smiled at her, sliding his arms under her knees and behind her neck. He cradled her against his chest and sped into the room. He dropped her on the bed and she collapsed onto it with a giggle. He laughed and collapsed next to her. He nuzzled her neck and slid a hand from her stomach down into her curls.

"Again?" She smiled and he grinned. He grasped her hips and she looked at his cock, which was already hard again. She grasped the base and slid down on top of him. She ground her hips against his and he drove into her. His hands were hot and hard on her hips. The thrusts of his hips were rhythmic, almost like the ticking of a clock. But soon, it felt like she was just going along for the ride. He was frantically thrusting into her, and she brought her hands to her own breasts, pulling at her hardened peaks. She squeezed around him as another orgasm came over her. He finished with a grunt and she collapsed on top of him.

Lois sat up, rolling off of him, and he wrapped his arms around her, burying his face in her hair. His eyes were already drifting shut. She craned her neck up and placed a tiny kiss on the tip of his nose, before resting her head back on his shoulder.

"I love you, Lo," he said sleepily.

"I love you too."

Clark awoke feeling very confused. His mouth tasted like he'd licked the bottom of a boot and he had a pounding headache. "This must be what hung over feels like."

He rolled out of bed and stood. Everything from last night was in sharp clarity in his mind, so it wasn't that he was drunk. He remembered being sprayed in the face with red K, and even remembered coming to the Talon. He looked at Lois, and he felt sick to his stomach.

She lay on her side, her feet tangled in the orange top sheet. The bottom sheet was streaked with red dust that sparkled in the sunlight. His heart sank when he noticed the shadows of bruises that played across her hips.

"Lois?" He whispered her name, and her lids slid open. She gasped and sat up, clutching her arm to hide her breasts.

"Oh, God." It only took her about a second to take in the scene around her, and he watched as she ripped off the sheets and the pillow cases, making sure not to drop any of the red K dust, and ran to the washing machine. She shoved it all in, turned the water on hot, dumped a capful of soap in, and slammed the door closed, before finally turning to him. She looked like she was about ready to cry, and he couldn't blame her. God, he'd practically forced her to have sex with him. Although, he did feel better-hungry, even. And he hadn't felt hungry in weeks.

"Clark?" She approached him slowly, as if she was expecting him to bolt. Her hands were outstretched, and he felt a surge of desire as he looked at her. She placed one of her hands softly on his cheek. Tears were brimming in her eyes, and he felt horrible.

"Are you ok? Lois, I'm so sorry." He placed both hands on her shoulders, and he was surprised when she didn't flinch away. Instead, a look of shock passed over her face.

"Why are you sorry? God, I'm an awful person." She sat down on the bare mattress, resting her hands on her knees.

"I'm a little lost here. Wasn't I the one that came into the apartment and forced myself on you?"

Lois looked up at him, and he looked like he was in genuine shock. "Clark, you didn't force me to do anything. You were drugged, and I took advantage of you. Oh, God. I'm no better than Lana." She started to cry in earnest now, and he sat down next to her, drawing her close to him.

"Shh. Lois, you are nothing like Lana. I promise you that you did not take advantage of me."

"How can you say that, Clark?" She gestured toward the washing machine. "You had red K in your system."

"And all that that does is make me lose my inhibitions. Although I'm beginning to suspect that it might have neutralized some green K that Emil might have forgotten. That might explain the depression and the loss of appetite and libido." He said it so scientifically that Lois had to pull away from him.

"Clark, you were raped and beaten to death." She said it so bluntly that he had to shrink away a little. "No one expects you to bounce right back, least of all me. I can't believe I did this."

Lois stood and walked towards the bathroom, and he was right behind her.

"Lois, wait." He caught her arm and spun her towards him. "Please don't shut me out, here. I wanted this. I'm glad it happened. For the first time in weeks, I feel normal. I feel really good, great actually." As the words left his lips, he knew they were true. The sun seemed to shine a little brighter, his stomach was growling, and he had the most beautiful woman in the world naked in his arms.

"Clark, you don't have to make me feel better, in fact-don't. It's just making me feel worse." She turned to walk away, and once again he noticed the dark bruises on her hips and thighs. He followed her into the bathroom, and pulled her over to a mirror.

"If you think you feel awful, think how I feel when I see this." He spun her so that she was sideways, and she had to turn her head to look in the mirror. Clark's hand danced across the lightly bruised skin, and she was astonished.

"When did that happen?" Her hand went down to caress the skin, and it wasn't painful, just a little tender.

"Last night." He noticed a distinct handprint on her thigh and grimaced, before finally sighing. "Look, if anything, we're even. Although I still say you came out the worse for wear." He cupped her face in her hand, and her eyes slid away from his.

"Hey. Look at me, Lo." Her hazel eyes met his green ones and he smiled. "I love you. I'm not lying to you when I say that last night was amazing." He pushed his hand into her curly, matted hair and kissed her gently. "I honestly feel great. And, I'm sorry for hurting you."

"You didn't hurt me." She said it quickly, and placed another kiss on his lips. "Are you sure you're ok?"

"I've never been better." He grinned cheekily at her. "Now how about that shower?"