Wizziewoo123, 1000greensun, c im am a dragon, Jeremy Shane, Wtchcool, Madlenita : Thank you!
Pompeypearly: Agreed. The Lane girls are not having a good day.
lunrRain: Who's Stewart? Is he the young guy that worked for Tess? And I'm sorry if you feel I ignored your last request. 'Future Lois' is going to be in a prequel/ companion piece after I'm done with this. Who knows when that'll be.
Katlynne: I know, I just feel awful for putting her through this.
Garces01: lol. Sorry about that. This chapter is a little longer. Hope you enjoy it.
Cathy: ok, hope you like it.
Crazy4fanfic2008: Lol. Don't worry about it. Although I do love to hear from you guys, I'm not going to be angry with you if you forget to review. And HAPPY BIRTHDAY! I really hope you have a good one!
JUJUChick16: Lol. I don't think Clark would ever do that.
Reeven: "no mama no baby" Lol. I literally laughed out loud.
Ghostfile: Thank you! I was going for realistic, by Smallville standards anyway.
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Clark takes a deep breath before knocking on his best friend's door. He hardly ever knocks; but this is one of those rare times he feels he needs permission to enter.
"Hey C.K. What's up?" Jimmy Olsen slurs slightly after opening the door.
Clark frowns at him, wandering if Chloe actually did slip something into his drink earlier today; because if she did, she put a little too much.
"Can you tell Lois to come to the door please?" Clark asks.
There's a reason he's here; and as insensitive as it may sound, it's not to wonder about Jimmy's state of health. He wants his daughter back; even if that means Lois too. He's prepared to do whatever it takes; beg, grovel, run around Smallville naked if she asks; and knowing Lois, there's a good chance that she will.
"Uh," Jimmy blinks heavily. "Lois isn't here."
Clark quickly scans the apartment. Jimmy's not lying. There's no one in there besides him.
"Where is she?" Clark asks a little impatiently.
"Uh," Jimmy blinks as if it is physically hurting him to think. "I don't think I know."
"Where's Chloe?" Clark sighs. He's getting nowhere with her husband. At least Chloe will be lucid enough to answer the question; and there's no doubt in his mind that she knows where her cousin is.
"With…uh….with the EMT guy," Jimmy answers; but it sounds more like a question.
"What EMT guy?" Clark frowns.
"You know; the guy. The uh…the amb'lance driver. What's his name?"
Clark takes in a sharp breath. Surely he doesn't mean…there's no way Chloe would…she wouldn't.
"Davis?" he whispers.
"Yeah, him. That's the guy," Jimmy tries to snap his fingers together, but they miss each other completely.
"Jimmy," Clark grabs the man by his shoulders and stares unblinkingly into his eyes, willing him to focus through the haze and fog surrounding his brain at the moment. "Where did they go?"
"I don't know," he blinks rapidly.
"Well what did they say?"
"Uh…the guy said he had emergency."
"And?" Clark prompts, giving Jimmy a gentle shake, which isn't exactly as gentle as he means for it to be.
"Chloe said she knows where to go…get some…or something," Jimmy adds with a frown.
'Okay Jimmy. Thank you," Clark says before shutting the door in his face. He'll apologize for that later, but finding Chloe right now is more important than remembering his manners. He quickly tunes into his super hearing and dials Chloe's number. She doesn't answer; he didn't think she would. In fact, he even expected her to hit the ignore button and send him straight to voicemail; but he got what he needed anyway. And as soon as he hears his ringtone, he speeds off in that direction.
~{(O)(O)(O)}~
Lois Lane is not drunk. Yet. But she wants to be. She's been standing in the doorway of Oliver's bedroom watching the little girl sleep for all of ten minutes. She hasn't even had a sip of the drink she's been holding since she poured it; and that was about…eleven minutes ago.
She sighs and takes a few steps into the bedroom, noisily sitting the glass on top of the dresser. The girl doesn't so much as stir; which is just as well. Lois doesn't quite have the courage to face her while she's awake yet.
She quietly makes her way over to the child and smiles to herself. Jo'an didn't take her shoes off before getting into Oliver's bed. He's gonna have a fit. And although she'd rather see his reaction to the muddy shoe prints in his bed; she decides to give him a break. He is letting her stay here for 'as long as she wants'.
But when she reaches over to remove the child's shoes however, she snatches her hand back to her side. She's pathetic. She can't even touch the child.
She kneels down before the bed; elbows on the mattress, chin on her knuckles; and stares at the child a little more. A strand of hair falls into Jo'an's face; and automatically Lois reaches out to move it; but the little girl opens her eyes; and for the second time, Lois snatches her hand back from touching her.
"Sorry," she mumbles before getting up and heading for the door.
Jo'an frowns and sits up.
"You're not sleeping in here too?"
"Uh, no," Lois stops and faces the child nervously. "I'm going to take the couch."
"Okay," Jo'an says while hopping out of bed.
"Where are you going?"
"With you," the child answers before grabbing her mother's hand and practically dragging her out of the bedroom.
Lois can't help but to feel a little better. The kid doesn't seem to be mad at her. She was sure she would be for making her leave her father behind.
"Um," Jo'an stops abruptly, causing Lois to walk into her. "Am I never gonna see my daddy again?"
"Um, I think so," Lois answers with a frown; and upon seeing Jo'an's frown she adds, "Yeah, I'm sure you're gonna see him soon."
Jo'an looks down at her feet. "Do you think Daddy loves me like he loves Lana?"
"Yes," Lois answers, hoping it's the right one. Apparently it's not because the child just sighs and continues to stare at her feet.
"Look kid, Clark loves you and Lana; but in different ways. You're both important to him okay?" Lois breaks it down for her.
"Okay" Jo'an says, finally looking up at Lois. "When are you going to be important to him too?"
Lois shrugs her shoulders. "I don't know, soon I guess," she lies. That's a question she'd rather not have the answer to.
"Oh….Can I have something to eat now?"
"So now you're hungry," Lois smirks.
"Uh-huh, but this time can Uncle Ollie make dinner for me?"
"Of course I'll make dinner for you," Oliver laughs loudly, seemingly coming out of nowhere.
"Jeez, where the hell did you come from!" Lois jumps and places a hand over her heart. Just a second ago she would've sworn on her own life that it was just her and the kid in the apartment.
Oliver just laughs and scoops the little girl up into his arms. "What do you want Uncle Ollie to make?" he asks cheerfully.
"Um…spaghetti?"
"Spaghetti it is then."
"Or," Lois interrupts. "I can order pizza."
"Pizza!" Jo'an squeals excitedly and jumps down from Oliver's arms to embrace Lois excitedly.
"Pizza it is," Lois grins down at Jo'an, then over at Oliver. "She wants pizza, not spaghetti," she whispers unnecessarily while pulling her phone out to order; subliminally implying that Jo'an wants her and not him.
"Yes, can I get three large pizzas," she says into the phone a few seconds later. "What do you want on yours?" she asks Jo'an.
"Cheese," The little girl answers promptly
Oliver frowns slightly. "Lois, are you ordering everyone their own pizza?"
"Uh-huh," she answers Oliver. "Just cheese?" she asks Jo'an.
"Lois," Oliver tries again. Are you ordering Jo'an her own pizza?"
"I'm not sharing mine," Lois answers absently.
"Fine, I'll share mine with her," Oliver says. He can't eat a large pizza by himself anyway. He might as well share with his niece.
"But Uncle Ollie, I want my own."
"You can't eat a whole pizza by yourself Joey."
"I know that, but Mommy always let's me eat the rest for breakfast."
"Hold on," Lois covers the mouth piece with her hand. "You'll eat pizza for breakfast, but not string beans?"
Both Oliver and Jo'an scrunch up their eyebrows and answer "yeah" as if they're actually saying 'duh' before catching each other's eyes and laughing.
"Whatever," Lois mutters with a roll of her eyes, before continuing with her order. "What do you want on your pizza Ollie?
"I know what I want on mine."
Everyone turns at the sound of a voice that doesn't belong to any of them; and who they see is a young man walking up to Oliver with a serious frown on his face.
"Dude, there's nothing in the fridge," Bart Allen says with a look on his face that suggests Oliver just tried to murder him.
"Bobo!" Jo'an screams before launching herself at him. He's fast; but he did not see that coming.
He falls backwards.
Jo'an doesn't let up. Completely unfazed by the fall, she wraps her arms around his neck and kisses his cheek repeatedly.
Oliver and Lois exchange looks. "Bobo?"
"I think there's a 'girl Clark' sitting on my chest and I want a meat lover's pizza," Bart groans while rubbing the back of his head. "With extra cheese, hey, did you just call me…Bobo?"
"Uh-huh," Jo'an grins down at him.
"Okay," Bart shrugs and looks back up at Oliver. "And extra ham, and extra pepperoni, and extra"-
"I get it," Lois interrupts. "You want extra everything. Who is he?" She whispers to Oliver.
"Friend of the family," Oliver shrugs.
"Okay, but you're paying for his."
Oliver scowls at the back of Lois's head, but he is happy about her being in a better mood. Now to lift her spirits all the way. He frowns a little before walking over to his niece and her 'Bobo'. This is going to hurt like hell.
"Hey Joey, you wanna see Mommy yell at me?"
Both Jo'an and Bart nod their head vigorously. They're still in the same exact position from when Jo'an tackled the young man down.
"Not you," Oliver smacks Bart lightly on the back of the head.
"Hey!"
"Joey, you're gonna have to get up off of Ba-Bobo for this okay?"
"Okay," Jo'an practically leaps up off of Bart as if she's got springs in her shoes.
Oliver picks Jo'an up and positions her on his shoulders.
"Bart, help me with this," he whispers, warily looking back at Lois who is still on the phone and not paying attention.
"No way," Bart scoffs.
"Bart."
"Nunh- uh. I've heard stories about the Lane lady. Scary stories. You're on your own."
"I'll give you half of my pizza."
"Half?"
"Half."
"Okay," Bart shrugs.
~{(O)(O)(O)}~
"Mommy, look at me!"
Lois hangs up her phone and faces the child. Her automatic 'stop calling me that' response is on the tip of her tongue, but she swallows it. She can't exactly tell the kid she's not her mommy anymore.
When she sees Jo'an, her jaw drops; her heart stops; and all other things the body involuntarily does while a person's in shock happens. The kid is standing, standing, on Oliver's shoulders.
"Hey Joey, I bet you can't stand on one leg," Oliver challenges.
That kick starts her heart. "The hell she can; Oliver, put her down!"
"No wait Lois, just watch; she's got a great sense of balance."
"That's boring Uncle Ollie," Jo'an glares down at him.
"Yeah dude," Bart chimes in. "Stand on one foot? What is this, Kindergarten? Hey Jo, why don't you try a front flip? I'll catch ya."
"Yeah!" Jo'an squeals and her eyes light up.
"No!" Lois yells even louder; as she reaches her hands to catch Jo'an should she fall; or decide to do that godforsaken front flip.
"But Mommy, I can do it. I know I can. Just watch."
"Yeah Lois, just watch," Oliver winks.
"Jo'an Lane Kent! You get your ass down from there right now!"
"But Mommy I"-
"Now!" Lois yells.
"Awww," Jo'an pouts while carefully sitting down on Oliver's shoulders. Lois throws her arms out, reaching for the little girl and Jo'an reluctantly reaches for her mother as well. Lois all but snatches the child from Oliver, nearly taking his head with her. Quickly, she set the Jo'an down and turns back to Oliver. There's only one thought on her mind; and it's 'Kick. His. Ass.'
She smacks him open handedly across the face. Bart lets out a low whistle and chuckles as Lois begins to attack.
Oliver doesn't fight back; but he does defend himself; blocking blows to his face and kicks to his torso.
"Betcha some of your pizza Mommy wins," Jo'an whispers loudly to Bart. Personally, he thinks the little girl is right; but he can't help but to root for the guy. It's a guy thing.
"Alright, one slice says Oliver pins Lane down first."
"Two slices," Jo'an bargains.
"No way, just one," Bart rebuttals. There's no way he's giving the kid more than one slice of his pizza when she wins.
Jo'an beams at him. Even Bobo knows there's no way she's losing this bet.
"What are you smiling at? If Oliver doesn't win it's only because he doesn't want to hurt your mommy."
Jo'an scoffs at him and shakes her head. "Nuh-uh, Uncle Ollie is human. Mommy's gonna kill him. See," Jo'an points at the no longer wrestling adults. "You owe me a piece-a-pizza."
Lois is straddling Oliver; his hands are pinned to his side by her legs; and her hands are wrapped around his throat.
Jo'an quickly walks over to her mother and uncle.
"Mommy, stop it. Uncle Ollie can't breathe," she says conversationally while sitting down beside his head. Oliver gasps when Lois loosens her hold on him just a little.
"Dude," Bart glares down at Oliver. "You lost to a girl."
"And you're next Bozo," Lois growls; making the young man take several steps back.
"See Lois," Oliver chokes out. "I told you you're a good mother."
Lois's fingers begin to tighten around Oliver's neck again. He nearly killed her kid, just to what, prove she has maternal instincts. That stupid stunt didn't prove anything. Anyone with half a brain knows you don't stand a kid on your shoulders and encourage her to do a flip.
"Mommy!" Jo'an reprimands while prying Lois's hands from Oliver's throat. "You can't kill Uncle Ollie for real okay. I love him. Bobo, go get some ice."
"A little bossy there aren't we Lane Junior?"
Jo'an narrows her at him. "Ice Bobo."
"You could at least say please," Bart mumbles to himself.
"Please," Jo'an calls with a roll of her eyes.
Bart comes back a few seconds later.
"Slow poke," Jo'an teases while reaching for the ice.
"Slow poke? Did you just call moi a slow poke? How about a race Kent Junior."
Jo'an giggles. "I gotta fix Uncle Ollie first."
Lois watches as Jo'an lays Oliver's head in her lap and presses the ice to his face.
Oliver groans loudly; exaggerating a bit for his mini nurse.
"You've done this before," Lois states.
"Yep, when Uncle Ollie wants you to feel better, he makes you really mad, and then you fight, and he loses and you feel better; but you usually don't try to kill him," Jo'an adds as an afterthought.
Lois frowns. Oddly enough, she does feel better; but instead of admitting that to the man beneath her; she mutters "I can't believe I let you call him 'Uncle Ollie,'" to Jo'an instead.
"I have to call him Uncle Ollie; because Aunt Chloe's 'Aunt Chloe'."
Lois frowns slightly. What does Chloe have to do with-"Oh my God!" Lois exclaims once she remembers a certain conversation about a certain Inn so certain people could get 'alone time'. Of their own accord, her fingers begin to wrap around Oliver's neck again.
"Get him," Bart eggs her on. It didn't even take him a full second to catch onto the fact that the green bean stole his precious Chloelicious from him.
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A/N: Next post will be Thursday, July 22nd.