CHAPTER 24: JAIL TIME - PART 5
The mugs shatter into a million pieces as they hit the door. Officer Cain rushes in to find out what happened. "What the hell is going on in here?" staring at Clark and Lois. Then he looks down at the floor and sees the broken pieces of the mugs. He glares at them for a moment; muttering under his breath as he leaves for a moment; returning with a broom and dustpan. He takes out his keys and opens the door to Clarks cell. "You're cleaning this mess up," handing Clark the broom and dustpan.
Clark swears under his breath as he starts sweeping up the remains of the coffee mugs into the dustpan. When he's finished, he empties it into the garbage pan. Officer Cain takes the broom and dustpan from Clark and escorts him back to his cell; once again locking the door.
"By the way," Officer Cain says, "Sheriff Durance and Senator Kent will be here any minute," the slightest hint of a smirk on his face as he leaves the room; closing the door behind him.
Clark walks to the back of the cell and leans against the wall; a scowl on his face. "It's a good thing you're on crutches," turning his head to glare at Lois. "Because I'm not the only one who made a mess," he adds.
She just shrugs her shoulders; which just ticks him off even more. He's about to make another retort when Officer Cain comes back in and holds the door open for both Martha and Sheriff Durance. They walk up to the jail cell and stand in front of it. Clark walks over to them while Lois hobbles over.
"Do we really have to stay here another six days?" Lois asks them.
Martha and the sheriff exchange knowing glances. Then the sheriff replies, "No, Ms. Lane. The charges against you have been dropped," taking out a set of keys and opening the door to her cell. Lois makes her way out and stands next to Martha.
"What about me?" asks Clark.
"You, Mr. Kent, have to stay," she replies.
"WHAT?" he exclaims.
"WHAT?" Lois exclaims too.
"We believe it would be beneficial if you stayed here for the remaining six days," the sheriff tells him; then turning to Lois. "As a condition of your release, you are not allowed to contact Mr. Kent at all during those six days."
"That's not fair!" his eyes narrowing.
"Which also means no visitations and no phone calls," Martha interjects. "Oh and one more thing." Both Clark and Lois look at her. "No conjugal visits either," she says; the slightest hint of a smirk.
"What makes you think we..." his voice trailing off as he realizes the true implication of her words.
"Yes Clark," Martha says, "I saw some of the video tape. We know exactly what you and Lois were doing last night," shaking her head at him.
Both he and Lois' eyes widen in shock at Martha's statement. "You would leave your own son in jail?"
a questioning look on his face.
Martha looks him straight in the eye. "Just because you're over eighteen doesn't mean you can mess with me, Clark. I'm a public figure now. As much as I hate it, I have a reputation to uphold. Do you have any idea how many people have called me in the last 24 hours about that little stunt you pulled?"
He doesn't know what to say. "No," he says softly. "I had no idea."
She hesitates for a moment. "I didn't think so," she finally says. "Well that's something for you to think about while you're in here." Then she whispers in his ear, "And don't even THINK about using your powers to get out of here. Is that clear?"
He scowls at her. "Perfectly clear."
She then turns to Lois. "Come on, Lois. We're going back to the farm."
Lois turns her head to look at Clark, then back at Martha. "Can I at least kiss Clark goodbye?" she asks.
Martha and the sheriff exchange glances again. "We'll give you a minute," the sheriff says. "We'll be right outside the door." Then the two of them walk out.
As soon as they leave, Lois hobbles back over to where Clark was standing. He reaches through the bars and pulls her as close as he could. "I don't believe this," she says.
"I know," lightly kissing her on the cheek, then pulling away. Then he whispers in her ear, "Do you still have your cell phone?"
She pulls back and looks curiously at him. "I still have it. Why do you ask?"
"Well I am allowed one phone call aren't I?" raising one eyebrow.
She gazes at him for a moment, then without a word pulls out her cell phone and hands it to him. He starts to dial a number. "Who are you calling anyway?"
He doesn't answer her. "Hello? it's me Clark. I don't know how to say this, but...I need some help and you're the only one who might be able to help me." He listens for a moment. "How did you find out we were in jail? Chloe and Jimmy? But when did you talk to..." his voice trailing off. "I see," he mutters; a frown forming on his face. "Is there anything you can do?" He listens again. "If you can do that, I would owe you big time. Thanks, Bye." He hangs up the phone and hands it back to Lois.
"Who did you just call?" she asks him.
"An old friend," he replies.
"You're sounding very mysterious Clark Kent," her hand resting on his chest.
"I'm a very mysterious person, Lois," laying his hand over hers.
They lean into each other; their eyes closing as their lips meet. "Mmm," she sighs. After they pull apart, she says, "I'm going to miss that for the next six days," a wistful look on her face.
"Well hopefully it won't be six days," trying to reassure her.
Then the door opens. "Time to go, Ms. Lane," Officer Cain remarks; holding the door open for her. She pauses in the doorway for a moment. "I love you, Clark," she says; blowing him a kiss.
"I love you too,Lois," smiling back at her; watching as she hobbles out of the room with Officer Cain. He walks back to his bench and lays down; closing his eyes with his arms folded behind his head. Oh Mom, he thinks to himself. You're not the only one with friends in high places; a smile forming on his face...
TO BE CONTINUED...