Ghost From the Past
Folc4evernaday | Rated: M | Chapter 25
"Thirty seconds and…."
There was a pause, and the controls Public Affairs Officer looked up from his desk to see one of the officers holding up a time out sign. He looked at them in concern.
"Sir, we have a circuit failure in the main panel."
"Due to a mechanical failure, we have suspended countdown at twenty-nine seconds. We will advise."
"Lois?" Clark called out as he pried the doors open. He sighed in relief when he saw her hunched in the corner in tears.
"Oh, thank God…" she cried, pointing at the digital clock on the wall. "There's a bomb…."
Seeing the timer ticking on the device he yanked it off the wall as Lois yelled, "Clark!"
Buried inside the mass of wires and crazy glue he found the C-4 plastic explosive card that was set to trigger the explosion and popped it in his mouth to swallow. As it exploded in his stomach, he let out a light burp, emitting a soft rain of smoke as he opened his mouth, "Excuse me,"
"Are you okay?" Lois asked, looking at him in concern.
He nodded, cupping her cheek as he pulled her to him, "Are you?"
"Sir? Due to our equipment problems and... an unexplained occurrence, I don't think we have any alternative but to abort," One of the technicians advised in the control room.
"You can't do that!" Dr. Platt shouted from across the room.
"Dr. Platt? What are you doing here?" the Launch Commander asked, seeing the man wheel himself toward the control panel switch board.
"We can fix it. You can't abort. He'll have won." Platt stammered.
"Who will have won?" The commander asked.
"Lex Luthor."
Clark reached for the control panel board where Lois had begun cutting wires out and began working on repairing the damage with his heat vision. "I was trying to get their attention. I thought if something stopped working, they might stop before it was too late." Lois explained sheepishly.
"I think I can fix this." he said with a smile. "Just sit tight."
Just then the doors opened, and the group of colonists stepped inside, looking at both Lois and Clark in his Superman suit in confusion. Lois noticed the looks of anger and mistrust on the colonists faces and quickly covered, "Uh, there was a bomb….he ate it."
"I'm almost done repairing the damage," Clark reassured them uneasily.
The head colonist took a step toward them then looked at Lois critically, "And what were you doing here, Miss…?"
Lois crossed her arms over her chest, "Getting drugged, kidnapped and thrown in here against my will."
The head colonist looked at her with a critical eye before turning to Superman. "Mister….we have mechanics who can…"
Clark closed the control panel and smiled as it lit back up. "All done."
"Cool!" Amy Platt smiled up at him.
Clark smiled back, kneeling down so that he was eye-level with her, "Hi."
"Hi. I like your costume," Amy said with a shy grin.
A broad smile spread across his face, "Thank you. My mother made it for me." She looked at him in awe, and he looked around the room, "What's your name?"
"Amy. Amy Platt," she introduced herself, holding her hand out to shake his. He took her hand and smiled as she asked, "Who're you?"
"I'm…a friend."
"I read about you in the paper. They called you 'Superman.' A man that can fly…" She grew thoughtful for a moment, "Is what they say true? Can you really fly?"
He nodded, "Yes I can."
"Can you teach me?" she asked.
"Not to fly, but once this lab is operational, walk... that's very possible."
"Attention, colonists. The mission has been scrubbed. Prepare to disembark." The announcer echoed from the speakers.
"No…" murmurs of disapproval echoed through the room.
The head colonist sighed in defeat, "That's it then. It's over."
"Why?" Lois asked in confusion, not understanding the reason behind the mission being canceled.
"Once the thrusters have been fired, they have to be replaced," Mrs. Platt explained tearfully, looking down at Amy in despair.
"We'll lose our launch window," the head colonist sighed, "We just have to forget about Space Station Prometheus."
A determined expression washed over Clark's face as he stood up, "No you don't." Everyone looked at him in confusion, and he continued, "There's nothing wrong with this transport vehicle or the station. You just need to get there."
Lois feigned ignorance as she began to realize what Clark was suggesting, "And how are they supposed to do that?"
"Easy. I'll give them a lift." He smiled back at the surprised colonists.
"What do you mean, Lex Luthor?" The head of security asked.
Platt sighed, looking around at the skeptical looks, "It was him. It was all him. That man that attacked me was working for him. I think he did something to someone else because when I was taking pictures…"
"What pictures?" The officer asked.
Platt held up a bag of disposable cameras. "These."
The Public Affairs Officer called out as he walked past them, barking orders to his team, "I want security and tech teams over every inch of that transport. We have..."
He stopped as they all stared at the Messenger transport as it was lifted from the launch pad without the rockets being fired off.
"…Lift off?"
Everyone stared in awe when the chirp from one of the security team officer's radio brought them back to the present, "Attention all EPRAD Control Units. We have a body. Repeat. We have a body. Nobody leaves. Nobody. Authorities have been notified…"
Lois watched numbly from the viewing tower as paramedics and police officers swarmed the launchpad of EPRAD Control. Two bodies. Once one of the men killed had been identified as President George Thompson, the Secret Service and White House staff filled the halls, questioning everyone over and over and over again.
"Miss Lane?" Dr. Platt looked at her in concern, "Are you gonna be okay?"
Lois shook her head. "I'm not sure," she said weakly.
"It was him, wasn't it?" Platt asked.
"Who?" Lois asked.
"Luthor. He was the one that hurt you, wasn't he?"
"I don't know," she said shakily. "I don't remember. All I know is I woke up in the main control panel staring at a bomb and sporting a serious migraine." She looked at him in concern, "If you knew Lex Luthor was behind all this why didn't you say anything?"
"Who would have believed me?" He asked.
A knock at the entry level's wall caught both of their attention, and they looked toward the doorway to see Bill Henderson standing there with an irritated look on his face. "Just can't stay out of trouble, can you?"
Lois sighed, "I went to the bathroom, Bill. It's not like I snuck on board willingly."
Henderson sighed, "What is this? Lane-luck?" Off her look, he stopped teasing her, "Listen I checked with the guys at the White House and since the footage on the security matches up with everything you said they're going to let you go without any charges…."
"But?" Lois prompted.
"But be prepared to issue statements over the next few weeks. Apparently, they think they caught the president's murder on tape. No idea when they will be issuing a statement to the public though…or the press."
"Can I go home?" Lois asked.
LEX LUTHOR CAREER CRIMINAL
LEX LUTHOR ASSASIN
FALL OF THE HOUSE OF LUTHOR
SUPERMAN SAVES SPACE STATION
Lois didn't want to go home. After she'd been looked over to make sure there weren't any adverse effects from the injection she'd been given and told to follow up with her doctor she'd gone straight to Clark's apartment. She knew when Clark returned from giving the Messenger the boost it needed to reach the Prometheus Space Station he would need someone to talk to.
She'd seen what had happened.
Everyone had seen what had happened.
She had been looking for signs of him on the local news stations, but all anyone wanted to talk about was the president's assassination.
The video footage that had been sent to the news stations showed Clark grabbing Lex by the throat and nearly choking him to death before throwing him to the ground and President Thompson pulling out a red glowing device and pointing it toward Clark. Unnoticeable to the casual observer Clark seemed to be struggling to fight for control as he advanced toward the president with his hands in the air.
Then a shot rang out, and Clark turned to see Lex holding the gun.
It was then that he disappeared and stopped the bomb from going off inside the Messenger Transport.
Something had happened inside that corridor. That much was certain. Why had he attacked Lex like that after promising not to earlier during his conversation with Henderson? Why had Lex shot President Thompson? Why had President Thompson been afraid of Clark? What was that red glowing device he was trying to use on Clark?
So many questions raced through her mind. No answers came to mind.
So here she sat curled up in the corner of Clark's couch with a bowl of popcorn and a rerun of 'When Harry Met Sally' on television. She leaned back against the cushions of the couch for support, snuggled close in Clark's old football jersey as she fought back the tears that threatened to overtake her.
It scared her to know she'd come so close to losing everything.
"I love that you get cold when it's 71 degrees out. I love that it takes you an hour and a half to order a sandwich. I love that you get a little crinkle above your nose when you're looking at me like I'm nuts. I love that after I spend the day with you, I can still smell your perfume on my clothes…"
Clark wrapped his arms around her from behind whispering the rest of the famous quote in her ear as she leaned back into his arms, "… And I love that you are the last person I want to talk to before I go to sleep at night. And it's not because I'm lonely, and it's not because it's New Year's, Eve. I came here tonight because when you realize you want to spend the rest of your life with somebody, you want the rest of your life to start as soon as possible." She leaned back to kiss him, cupping his cheek as she wrapped herself around him. "You've seen that movie a million times and know every word by heart. Don't you ever get tired of it?" he asked.
"Never." she smiled back at him, linking her arms around his neck as she slid on his lap, resting her head on his shoulder, "They released that video…"
"I know," he sighed, running his hands up and down her upper thigh as he spoke. "I caught the frequency when I was coming back into Earth's orbit."
"How did everything go?" Lois asked, running her hands up and down his chest.
"The colonists have made it to Space Station Prometheus, and everyone is safe," he said with a smile.
"Clark…" She began slowly, "That red device…"
"I don't know," he said, massaging her upper thigh as he spoke, "All I know is I kept having these thoughts to ….kill Luthor….in my head. I couldn't do it. I wanted to, but I couldn't do it. When I stopped the voices in my head seemed to stop. I have no idea how or why…" He shook his head in disgust. "I let him get away."
"You saved thousands of lives today Clark….and helped expose Lex for the monster he really is," Lois reassured him.
"Dr. Platt coming forward didn't hurt any either," Clark pointed out.
"At least now we know the real reason Platt was drugged," Lois sighed. "He didn't want anyone pointing the finger at him."
Clark pulled her close to him, resting her head against his chest. "I'm so sorry. I got there as soon as I could." He brushed his lips against her forehead, and she sighed against him. "How are you feeling?"
"Better," she sighed, "now that you're here. Just don't go anywhere unless it's an emergency, okay?"
"I won't," He promised, holding her close, "Come on, let's get you and Junior to bed."
She laughed, "Junior?"
"Sure, Lois Junior." He grinned back at her with a teasing smile, and she smacked him on the shoulder lightly.
"I don't think so," she grimaced. "Baby has to have his or her own name…at least with living family members."
"Okay," he conceded the point, running his hands up her legs as he pulled her closer. He was still shaken by what had happened earlier. It was clear he was trying to focus on anything and everything to not think about what he'd almost done.
"Clark…" She whispered, stroking his cheek, guiding his gaze back toward her. "It's not your fault."
"I should have stopped that bullet. I was right there," he said with a pained expression.
"He was trying to use that…thing on you. Who knows what affect it had on you? You weren't yourself. It was not your fault," she soothed, resting her head against his chest.
"I've never felt anything like that," he said in a hushed whisper. "It was like someone else's thoughts were being projected into my head. Like I was watching myself do things I didn't want to do but couldn't seem to stop myself…" He hung his head in shame.
"It was not your fault." She repeated, leaning up to kiss him, lightly at first then growing with more intensity as he sought her out hungrily. She couldn't get enough of the feel of his lips on hers or the way that his lips shuddered desperately into her mouth, pulling passionately on her lips as he pleaded for more. She willingly gave in, deepening the kiss until it became frantic, eager, demanding. "I'm…right…here." She reassured him as she felt his solid form press against her. She moved to straddle him, running her hands up and down his chest as she loosened his tie, tightening her thighs around his torso.
"Are ….you sure….you're ….feeling….up to …it?" He asked in-between heated kisses, running his hands up and down her upper thighs.
"Everything's fine." She reassured him, tugging the silk tie from his collar as she pressed herself against him, "Kiss me."
"Everything's fine." She reassured him, tugging the silk tie from his collar as she pressed herself against him, "Kiss me."
He obliged, running his hands through her hair as he fingered through her dark locks, feeling the softness against his fingertips. Unwilling to break contact but desperate for the closeness he knew was sure to follow he stood up, wrapping her legs around him as he carried her to the bedroom. An old fantasy came back to him as he let his eyes linger on the sight of Lois in his old football jersey on his bed.
" When we're at home maybe I'll lose the bra…"
"Promise? Whose home?" He winked at her as she buttoned her blouse.
"Is that your fantasy, Mr. Kent? Me no bra?" She teased.
He shook his head. "No, you on my bed in my football jersey…nothing on underneath…" He murmured brushing his lips against her neck.
"Football jersey, huh? Maybe if you're good, we'll try it out sometime…"
She caught his gaze and looked back at him in concern, "What is it?"
"You are so sexy," He murmured, whispering feather light kisses against her throat, slipping his hands beneath the hem of the jersey. She fingered the buttons of his dress shirt, popping them open one by one as she helped shed him of his shirt.
"So much better…" She said with gratification as her eyes lingered on his chest, running her hands up and down his shoulders seductively. He groaned his approval, slipping his hands beneath the hem of her jersey and she whispered, "Hope you don't mind I stole this." She leaned her head back against the mattress, staring up at the ceiling as he fingered the waistband of her cotton panties, "It makes a very comfortable nightgown."
No, he didn't mind. It looked much better on her. He let his eyes wander down the soft curves of her body, watching where the faded red jersey wrapped snugly around her hips in just the right way. He could feel his dress slacks growing more and more uncomfortable by the second as the fantasies he'd had about her in this garment ran through his mind.
"I like it better on you." He whispered in her ear, "Just without the panties." He moved his hand to press the cotton against her moistened center to prove his point. She giggled as he tugged them down her thighs, moving down her body to kiss a heated path down her legs as he helped her out of the moistened garment. Her musky scent of arousal reached his nostrils, and he sighed in satisfaction.
"That's right. You had a fantasy about that….Me in your football jersey on your bed…" She recalled with a smile as her hands wandered down to the front of his slacks, tracing his length with her fingertips through the dark gray material.
"…and nothing on underneath." He finished for her, moving his hand up the back of the jersey, expertly popping the clasp to her bra from beneath the jersey.
She smiled back at him, tugging the lacy garment out of the left sleeve of the jersey and tossing it to the ground. "Well, now you've got me here on your bed, in your jersey with nothing underneath. Is that the extent of this fantasy or is there more?"
"There's always more." He smiled back at her, leaning in to kiss her, pressing his lips against hers as he allowed his hands to roam up and down her body from beneath the jersey unhindered by any garments. He ran his hand through her moistened curls, watching as Lois let out a sigh of contentment, reveling in the feeling of his hands on her.
"Tell me." She pleaded with him as she reached for him, fingering his hard chiseled abs for a moment before moving her hands lower until they were resting on the buckle of his belt. He let out a shuddered breath as her fingers traced the hard muscle twitching for attention beneath his slacks.
His mouth came crashing down on hers as he thrust his tongue against her lips, demanding entrance. His hands found their home between her legs, fingering her moistened curls he hungrily sought the taste of her tongue on his. She made a small sound in the back of her throat, pleading for more as he felt her small hand slip below the waistband his now unfastened trousers.
She drew her hands through his hair until they clasped the back of his neck, pulling him to her as she met his tongue in the warm confines of her mouth, teasing him with her taste as her hand curled around his hardened length. He let out a guttural moan as she glided her fist up and down his shaft. His hand lingered outside her moist curls until settling on his target, slipping his index finger inside her, releasing a satisfied moan at her sigh of pleasure once his digits entered her.
He released her lips, murmuring in her ear, "I love you…so much." He kicked his slacks to the floor, settling his weight on her more fully as he whispered his lips against the side of her neck.
"Oh, God, yes, Clark…" She sighed happily against him as he settled in her arms, finding a rhythm as his hand began to move inside her, matching the pace with which she gave the man flesh she held in her hands. His other hand moved up the front of the jersey, cupping her breast with his palm, giving it a light squeeze as he rolled her pert nipple with his hand. "Oh, that feels so…."
He was so close. He wanted to bury himself inside her warm confines and make her cry out his name over and over, but first, he needed to make her reach that point of ecstasy. He wanted to watch her face as he brought her to completion. He wanted to feel her juices all over him. He wanted to smell her…to taste her…
Her hand pressed against his shoulder, guiding him to his back. He stopped his strokes, letting out a muffled groan as she moved on top of him. She pulled his hand away, withdrawing it from inside her as she lowered herself to his torso, kissing her way down until she was eye level with the tip of his throbbing arousal. She wasn't going to….
He let out a muffled cry as her mouth sealed over the tip of his erection, allowing it to hit the back of her throat as she took more of him in, inch by inch, "Oh, baby…." His hips rose involuntarily off the mattress, and she moved her hands down his upper thighs, massaging them gently as her hands closed, around the base of his length, encircling him as she continued to suckle him gently, massaging his length with her tongue. She drew her hands up with her lips as she glided them up and down his length, pressing against the sensitive flesh near the place he needed her most.
He felt his eyes roll to the back of his head as he concentrated on the feeling of his fiancee's mouth wrapped around him as her tongue teased the vein near his scrotum, tapping against it rapidly, sending mind-numbing waves of pleasure pulsing through his body. Her tongue traced his quivering flesh, swirling random patterns up and down it. He shuddered slightly at her touch as she caressed his inner thigh, massaging it slightly. She pulled back slightly, allowing his tip to graze against the roof of her mouth. It twitched against her touch.
Her hands stroked him slowly, over and over while her mouth moved at a rapid pace on him. He could feel the soft flesh of her breasts pressed up against his thighs as she continued to stroke him, taking him in long delicious strokes. Just when he didn't think he could take anymore, he felt another mind-numbing stroke from her tongue urging him on.
His lips parted, and he let out a shivery sigh, unable to find his voice as he tried to croak out her name. His hands restlessly clutched at the bedspread as he fought for control. He wanted her so bad. She pulled back slightly, releasing him from the warm confines of her mouth, trying to catch her breath. Her face was flushed and her hair tossled. She'd never looked sexier.
Unable to resist any longer her pulled her to him, "My turn." He murmured, rolling them over, so she was beneath him as he rained a trail of heated kisses down her upper thighs, tasting the arousal on his tongue that was uniquely Lois.
She fisted his hair aggressively. His hands wrapped around her inner thigh as he brought his mouth to her moistened center, teasing her sensitive nub with his tongue. He slipped his tongue upward, tracing the path of her opening. He captured it once more, tugging at it slightly. He felt the convulsions against his lips as he continued to suckle at her nub. Her feminine juices flowed into his mouth, eliciting a moan of pleasure from her. There it was. That sultry cry he'd been craving all night.
He suckled her, moaning in pleasure as her sweet taste hit his taste buds. Her hips rose involuntarily against the mattress, and he rested his hands on her thighs, keeping them open for him as he continued to drain her juices. She chanted his name over and over as she fisted his hair, encouraging each heavenly stroke. He felt her body stiffen against him as she let out a muffled cry. The moisture of her arousal poured out, and he lapped it up eagerly, sucking her dry. He felt her heels digging into his back as she began to convulse in his arms. She continued to call out his name over and over.
He looked up, meeting her gaze as she pulled him to her, devouring his lips with her own as he settled himself between her legs, pressing the tip of his erection against her entrance. "Yes, oh, yes…" She murmured against his lips incoherently
"Oh, Lois..." He buried his face into her hair, breathing her scent in deeply, as he rocked his hips against hers, rejoicing in finding himself where he belonged once more, in the arms of the woman he loved. "God you're so beautiful," He murmured against her neck, nibbling on her sensitive skin as he began to move inside her "You mean everything to me."
"Oh, Clark," She reached up to stroke his cheek, teary-eyed. He leaned down to kiss away her tears. "I love you so much. I don't know what I would do if…" Her voice began to crack, and he captured her lips with his own once more, silencing her fears as they both lost themselves in one another's arms. Her arms wrapped around him as his hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts against hers, filling her so completely. Her heart rate was sky rocketing with each movement. He slowly glided himself inside the warm confines of her body, and she cried out breathlessly, "Cla…" He smiled to himself, taking in her dazed expression. She let out a guttural moan as he thrust inside her again taking pleasure in the knowledge of what he'd found.
"You like…that…" He murmured against her neck. Her body shuddered against him in response, and he felt her inner muscles tighten around him in a warm tight glove. "Oh, baby…"
"You like that?" She asked in a throaty whisper.
Unable to voice his agreement he captured her lips once more, moving his hands up the back of the jersey she still wore as he cupped her buttocks, pulling her closer to him. She clenched her inner muscles around him, and he let out a guttural moan. Her back arched, grinding her hips against his, "More," She pleaded with him.
"More?" He asked, shuddering against her. "Baby…" He sighed against her neck as she tightened her legs around his hips, resting her ankles against his lower back. "I don't know if I can…" He buried himself deep inside her, frustrated he couldn't go as far as he needed to from the angle he was at.
"Hold onto me" He instructed. She nodded, wrapping her arms around him. He bit his lower lip as he slid inside her more fully, rolling them over in the process so that she was ontop.
"Oh, God, yesss…" She cried out as she filled her more completely, reaching the spot she so desperately craved from this angle.
"So much better." He murmured, leaning up to kiss her as he bucked his hips against her as he glided his hands up and down her thighs, resting at her waist
"Clark, that is so…." He smiled back at her, slipping his hand between their bodies, guiding her motions as she moved against him.
He heard her sharp intake of breath and grinned to himself, watching mesmerized as her body moved so perfectly against him. Nothing else mattered. The world and its chaos slowly drifted away as he focused on Lois, watching as her body moved so perfectly against him. The soft sighs she made with each movement, bringing them closer and closer to ecstasy. The way her breasts bounced perfectly against him with each pleasurable stroke. He could feel her body pulse around him as her breathing became ragged. Sensing her impending completion, he lifted his hips to meet her thrusts at a rapid pace, floating up above the bed as he did so.
"Yes, oh, yes…" She sighed happily against him as he held her in place, thrusting himself inside her. She grinned back at Clark as she tightened her legs around his waist. He held her securely in his arms as he nibbled his way upward to her collarbone. "Oh, Clark…"
"I love you, Lois," He whispered, leaning in to capture her mouth once more. He repositioned them, so her legs were wrapped more securely around him. He pressed her against the ceiling as he began to thrust inside her.
"I love you too…Oh, God, Clark…" She moaned. He pressed her against the ceiling and held her in place, gently caressing her backside as he drove himself inside her.. "Clark….Oh, God…Clark…" she murmured. "Clark…Oh, God, don't stop…Please don't stop…" she pleaded in her euphoric state. He felt her inner muscles begin to convulse around him. It took everything he had not to give into his own completion just yet. He thrust himself inside her more fully.
"Oh, ri..right there!" she cried out, fisting her hands through his hair. She clung to him as he continued to drive himself inside her. He could feel her body begin to stiffen in his arms as she began chanting his name over and over again and her inner muscles clenched tightly around him.
"Oh, baby, yes, come on, baby," He cheered as he felt a pleasurable pulse run down his spine. "Lo-is…" She wrapped her legs tightly around him, as he thrust himself inside her repeatedly. His legs began to shake as he drove into her faster and faster. The momentum continued to pick up, and she could feel her coming undone once more in his arms.
"Cl…" she couldn't finish. She clung to him as he felt her body tremble against him and the warm liquid enveloped him from inside her once more. Unable to hold off his impending completion any longer he cried out, holding her against him as she cradled her head in the nook of his shoulder and neck, letting out a soft sigh of pleasure against him.
He rolled them over, so his back was to the ceiling, holding her against him as he stared down at the ground with a sloppy grin on his face as he slowly floated them down to the bed. "You okay?" He asked, watching Lois as she let out a shallow breath, resting her cheek against his chest.
"Mmm hmmm," She sighed happily, leaning up to kiss him. "That was amazing,"
"Mind blowing," He nodded his agreement, stroking her cheek.
"Super." She finished for him with a smile.
"Super." She finished for him with a smile. Lois stared up at the ceiling with a wide grin on her face. That had been out of this world. Where did he learn to do that? Why hadn't they tried that before? She glanced back at him, noting the look of satisfaction on his face as he stared up at the ceiling.
How she loved this man…
A thought occurred to her as she recalled their conversation from this morning. "One month." She said breathlessly.
"What?" He looked at her confused.
"One month." She repeated. "That'll give us enough time to get everyone together and plan a wedding. I'm not telling anyone about the baby until we're in the second trimester though."
"Okay," He smiled, leaning over to kiss her, "One month."
TBC...