A Second Chance
Chapter Twenty-Two:
Oliver and Chloe were sitting on the couch inside of her apartment, cuddled up against each other with their hands intertwined together just enjoying spending this quality time together, as they discussed everything and nothing at the same exact time.
It's exactly what they've been doing for well over three hours now, and honestly, they could do this for several more hours, especially now that they were together—that they finally admitted their feelings for each other—that they embarked on this new journey together.
This was just the beginning for them.
Oliver couldn't stop the goofy smile that spread out across his face, as he listened to the beautiful woman in his arms dawdle on and on about something that didn't really concern him, but he liked listening to her talk, especially when it came to something that she was passionate about, hell, he just liked her, and he had for quite some time.
He wasn't all that sure when it started.
Was it the first night he met her? Was it a few weeks after that? Or was it when they started spending practically all of their time together?
He didn't know, but it really didn't matter how or when it happened. All that mattered now was that they were finally together after all of these months, and he was never, ever going to let her slip away from him.
She was his and he was hers.
Chloe stopped babbling about something that wasn't all that important when she noticed the way he was looking at her, and honestly, it was making her feel a little nervous.
It was like he was looking at her for the first time.
The way his deep brown eyes gazed into her own like he was looking into her very soul and the way his lips curled, slightly into a soft, but magnetizing smile was overwhelming every single one of her senses. It wasn't just making her even more nervous than she already was, but it was also exciting her at the same exact time.
They did it.
They admitted their feelings for each other.
They were together after all of this time.
He was hers just like she was his.
"Why are you looking at me like that?"
Oliver shuffled a little closer to her, his eyes never leaving hers, as his smile only grew wider and wider. "Maybe I just want to look at your beautiful face."
"Oli-ver!" She whined, embarrassingly.
He chuckled, softly before growing a little more serious. "I'm staring at you because I'm happy. You know, when I first met you, I felt this undeniable attraction towards you, but I refused to let my obvious feelings for you to change anything between us. I guess you could say that I was scared. I was scared that I would mess things up like I've messed up most of my relationships. You already know that I was a pretty hardcore playboy, but when I met you everything changed. I wanted to be perfect for you."
Chloe couldn't stop herself from grinning like a Cheshire cat from his endearing words. "You are anything but perfect, Ollie, but I like that about you. No one is perfect, hell, I'm not even close to being perfect. It might get a little messy, but I know that this is right. I've felt it from the first moment we met."
"Good cause I'm not letting you go now."
"I don't want you to."
A wide smile graced his lips before a particular thought occurred to him, and even though he was enjoying this happy and carefree moment with her, he needed—wanted to know the reason she fought this so hard. "Can I ask you something?"
She nodded.
"Earlier, you were more than just a little pissed, but then you kissed me back almost right away. Why did you fight this so hard?"
Her smile fell from his words, and she quickly looked down into her lap, not able to look into his eyes as she uttered these words. "I was terrified that you would realize that you wouldn't want me. It might not have happened right away, but I was scared that one day you would wake up and realize that I wasn't what you wanted."
Oliver stared at her with wide eyes, not able to believe a single word she was saying.
How could she even think something like that?
She was beautiful.
She was feisty.
And more importantly, she understood him in more ways than any other woman ever has.
"Chloe, look at me." When she didn't, he slowly lifted her chin with his forefinger, and stared deeply into her emotion-filled eyes, feeling himself getting lost within those emerald pools of hers. "That would never happen. I've wanted you from the first moment I met you. I've wanted you this entire time we've been bickering like an old married couple. And I want you now. That is never going to change."
Her eyes never left his. "Do you really mean that?"
He nodded.
Before he knew what was happening her lips were crashing against his, passionately, and it took him a second to shake off the shock he was feeling, but quickly responded to her powerful kiss.
It didn't just seal the promises they had just made, but it also sealed the strong feelings they felt for each other, and they both knew that their lives were only going to get better from here on out.
All of a sudden, the front door swung open, and the room was filled with a gust of wind before they heard the familiar voice of their friend, "Chloe, we need to talk."
Chloe slowly pulled away from Oliver, feeling her irritation growing more and more. Firstly, they had came up with this brilliant plan to make them admit their feelings for each other. Secondly, they had left them stranded at the bar. And thirdly, her lovely best friend was interrupting them.
What else did she have to go through with this one man tonight?
"You have terrible timing, Clark. Can't you see that we're a little preoccupied at the moment? Can't you just—" She stopped her words mid-sentence when she finally looked over at him, immediately noticing how miserable he looked—how red his eyes were like he had been crying, but most importantly, there were dried tear stains on his cheeks. "What's wrong, Clark?"
Clark began pacing back and forth, attempting to keep his emotions in check, as he searched for the words that would undoubtedly piss off his best friend, but he needed to talk to someone about this, and she was the only person he could do that with.
After practically destroying his loft from the anger and despair he was feeling, he had made his way here, wanting—needing her advice to help him through this. Of course, it was highly possible that she would be pissed, but honestly, she was the only person that could help him through one of the biggest mistakes he has ever made in his entire life.
"I messed up, Chloe."
Chloe narrowed her eyes at him, slightly, as she took in his composure, and in that moment, she knew exactly what or rather who this was about. "What did you do to my cousin?"
Oliver snapped his head towards hers from the mention of his best friend. "Lois? What makes you think this has anything to do with her?"
"Because she's the only person that can make him look this miserable-make him come over here halfcocked. Not even Lana could make him do that." She looked back over at him. "What did you do?"
"I didn't do anything. That's the problem. I just let her walk away. I just let her leave." He stared directly into her eyes. "She thinks I'm a metahuman."
So much for waiting, she thought to herself, her lovely cousin had informed her that she made the decision to wait to say anything to him until he was honest with her, and she had accepted her decision, but for some reason her cousin had cracked.
How the hell did that happen?
"She told you?"
Clark narrowed his eyes at her, slightly. "Why don't you seem surprised by this?"
"Because we're not," Oliver told him.
He glanced between the two of them with questioning eyes for a few seconds before realization dawned on him, hitting him like a freight train, and it only made this situation ten times worse than it already was. "You knew? You both knew?"
Chloe slowly stood up, and carefully walked closer to him. "Yes, Clark. We knew. I found out the same day she figured out that you were the one saving people in Metropolis, and—"
"Why the hell didn't you tell me?" He interrupted her.
She glared at him, not liking the tone he was using with her. "Because I promised my cousin that I wouldn't say anything to you. She made the decision to wait until you were honest with her, which obviously didn't work out the way she wanted it to."
"How could you keep something like this from me? You knew. You knew that she investigated me. You knew that she knew something, and what's worse you let her believe something that wasn't true. How the hell could you do that?"
Now she was pissed. "Let's get something straight. My world doesn't revolve around you, Clark. It might have when we were in high school, but a lot of things have changed since then. This might come as a shock to you, but I will always-always choose my cousin over anyone else, and that includes you. I didn't tell you because it wasn't my place to say anything, and I allowed her to keep believing that you were just a metahuman because you were supposed to be the one that told her the truth, but obviously things didn't work out that way."
Clark softened, slightly at that, and even though he knew that his best friend would always choose her cousin over him it still hurt that she didn't tell him. "You could have warned me, Chloe."
"Would it have changed anything? Would you have been honest with her?" At his complete and utter silence, she pressed further, "That's what I thought."
Oliver quickly stood up, and made his way over towards them, wanting to focus on the real reason he was here. "What happened, Clark?"
He took a deep, deep breath. "I screwed up. It was bad enough that I've been lying to her for months, but now-now things are so much worse. I might have lost her completely."
Chloe moved a little closer to him. "What happened?"
"I don't know. Everything was fine. We were, um, we were…" he trailed off, not really sure how to say the words, and even though he wanted to share this with them it wasn't the most important thing that happened tonight. "We were just playing the piano when emotions got high between us, and I was on the verge of, um, kissing her, but um, that's when she told me she thought I was a metahuman."
Chloe grinned, internally from the fact that they were getting closer and closer to becoming what every single one of them had predicted months ago, but quickly pushed it down, knowing that it wasn't that important.
At least not right now.
"Did you tell her the truth?"
He shook his head from side to side. "Actually, it was the complete opposite. I was angry. I was angry from the fact that she had went behind my back to investigate me."
Oliver took a few steps towards him with a serious expression resting on his face. "Clark, she didn't have a choice."
"I know that. She explained everything to me, but um, when she begged me to be honest with her, I couldn't do it." He started pacing back and forth again, feeling his high-strung emotions rising to the surface once again, but pushed them down just as quickly, not wanting to focus on what he had destroyed in a matter of minutes. "I let her leave. I not only refused to be honest with her, but I broke both of our hearts in the process."
Chloe sighed, heavily at her best friend. "Why couldn't you just tell her?"
"Because I'm terrified that it will change the way she looks at me."
Oliver had been the calmer one in this situation, but at the thought of his best friend being in pain all because this idiot standing in front of him refused to be honest with her a fiery rage consumed every fiber within his being. "What the hell is your problem? How could you even think that? Do you not know her at all?"
Chloe rested her hand on his arm. "Oliver, calm down."
"No, I'm not going to calm down." He moved closer to him. "You love her, hell, you told me that the first night we met. How could you possibly think that she would turn her back on you just because you aren't exactly from around here? She wouldn't do that. She loves you too you know. Neither of you have said the words out loud to each other, but that love you feel for each other is there. She might have needed some time to adjust, but she wouldn't have turned her back on you or even looked at you differently. By refusing to be honest with her you only managed to push her even father away from you."
"You don't think I know that!" he yelled before taking a deep breath, attempting to calm his racing nerves. "Look, I didn't come over here to argue with either of you. I don't know what to do. I want to fix this, but I don't know how."
"Yes, you do," Chloe told him, as she took a few steps towards him. "You have to be honest with her. I wouldn't recommend doing it tonight. She is going to be too emotional to deal with this tonight, but the only way your going to be able to fix this is by being honest with her."
"I know." He glanced between the two of them. "I know she won't answer my calls, but um, when she gets home could you let me know. I just want to make sure she's okay."
"She isn't okay, Clark, but Chloe will let you know when she gets here. I might be pissed at you right now, but I also know that you care about her, so I'm going to give you a piece of advice. Stop fighting with whatever internal fears you have, and be honest with her or your going to lose her. You already lost a part of her tonight, but you can fix that by telling her everything."
Clark stared at him for the longest time, knowing that he was the best person to ask this question since he has been a part of her life for years. "Do you think she'll forgive me?"
"Yes, Clark. She will forgive you for lying to her. It might not be right away, but it will happen. Lois is a very caring person, and she believes that forgiveness is one of the most important things. With that being said, you need to tell her everything and soon."
"I promise I'll tell her everything tomorrow," he told him with a confidence he wasn't really feeling before he walked away wondering how he was going to build the confidence within himself—wondering how he was going to say the words to her—wondering if this would make or break their relationship.
Tomorrow everything changed.
Hopefully, it was for the better.
As soon as he walked out the door, Oliver turned around towards Chloe with a questioning gaze lingering in his eyes. "Do you think he'll go through with it?"
Chloe nodded. "I've never seen him like this before. He'll do what is right. The question is…will Lois be able to listen to him after the night they had?"
"I guess we'll find out tomorrow."
They both made their way back over to the couch, and waited, patiently for the moment she would walk through that front door, both of them knowing that she was going to be an emotional wreck, but hopefully all of that changed by tomorrow.
The next morning, Martha and Jonathan were standing in the kitchen of the farmhouse in complete and utter silence waiting for the coffee to finish brewing, as their minds were consumed with thoughts of their son and the woman, who they hoped to call their daughter one day.
Last night, they had been sitting on the couch watching the nightly news just like they did every single night when they walked into the house laughing, goodheartedly, and it was honestly the happiest they've seen either of them, especially in the past couple of months, but even though they were feeling happy for them at the time it did make them wonder what had them in such a good mood. When they finally revealed what they had done to Chloe and Oliver they couldn't help but laugh right along with them.
It was quite amusing.
But…
It did make them wonder why they couldn't face the truth that was literally staring them in the face, but they could do all of that for their friends.
They liked each other.
They wanted more with each other.
Why were they pushing each other away? It was obvious that their son was still terrified to be honest with her, but Lois didn't really have a reason to keep their relationship as strictly friends, so why weren't they together?
It was a question they wouldn't get an answer to.
At least not until one of them faced the mere fact that they were no longer friends, hell, that changed months ago.
Their thoughts were interrupted when their son walked into the house quite gloomily, and he didn't look good, actually, he looked like he hadn't slept in weeks before he muttered a simple greeting, as he attempted rushing up the stairs.
What the hell was going on?
Jonathan quickly stepped directly in front of his son, stopping him from taking another step, and immediately noticed how red his eyes were like he had been crying. "Clark? Son? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
Martha narrowed her eyes at him, knowing that he was lying straight through his teeth. "Clark, you're a terrible liar, so how about you sit down and tell us what's going on."
Clark sighed, heavily, as he glanced between his parents, who were staring at him with curious and worried expressions, and knew that he couldn't lie to them. He could never lie to them.
But…
They would only tell him exactly what his friends had told him last night, and even though he knew what he needed to do, he still was having a hard time finding the courage within himself to be honest with her, especially since he hasn't heard from her or from his best friend in over twelve hours.
And he probably wouldn't.
At least not until Lois was ready to talk to him or even look at him again.
He slowly sat down on one of the stools by the island, and buried his head into his hands like that would wash away the grief he was feeling at this moment in time before he looked over at both of them, knowing that they needed to know what happened last night. "I screwed up."
Jonathan frowned at him. "What do you mean you screwed up?"
"I'm pretty sure I've lost her."
Martha' heart sank to the deepest part of her stomach at those words, knowing exactly who he was referring to. He didn't have to say a name. It was written all over his face. "I thought things were good between the two of you? What happened after we went to bed last night?"
He stared straight into her eyes. "Things haven't been as good as we'd like you to believe."
"What do you mean?"
"I mean, that for two months we've literally been walking on egg shells around each other." He took a deep breath before continuing, "The night of the Senatorial Benefit we kissed. It was more than great, but the next morning it was like nothing happened. I wanted to delve deeper into what happened between us, but it was obvious that she didn't want to think about it or even talk about it, so I didn't bring it up. For two months I've been wondering if we would ever become more than friends. Last night, we kissed again, and it was even better than the first time, but she tried running away from it again. I wasn't going to let her do that, so I told her exactly how I felt, and that's when she told me."
Martha wanted to jump and down in joy from the fact that they had kissed, but the expression plastered across his face stopped her from doing anything, and deep inside she knew that something serious happened between them last night. "What did she tell you?"
"That she thinks I'm a metahuman."
Jonathan' eyes widened, slightly from those words. "She what? How could she think something like that?"
"Because she investigated me." At the looks slowly spreading out across their faces, he quickly pressed further, not wanting them to say anything on that particular subject. "It turns out that the night of the Fourth of July celebration when Lex confronted her, he told her that I was the one he wanted, and instead of asking me herself she investigated me. She knows that I'm the one saving people in Metropolis. She knows that I've been saving people most of my life. She knows that I've been lying to her."
Jonathan shook his head from side to side, softly.
Normally, he would have been livid at the fact that someone investigated his son, but in this particular case, he was glad that she did because that meant his son would have no choice but to be honest with her.
"So, did you tell her the truth?"
"Not exactly." He looked down, knowing that they weren't going to like what he was going to tell them. "I was so angry with her, and we got into this huge argument. It wasn't until after she explained everything that I understood the reasons she did what she did. She was so heartbroken. Not only because I wasn't being honest with her, but also because I told everyone except her."
The tears built in his eyes, and he tried his hardest to not let them fall, but the mere thought of losing the one person he needed—wanted made it nearly impossible. "She wanted me to tell her everything, and I knew I needed to, but I just couldn't. I let her leave completely heartbroken, and I don't think she'll ever forgive me or ever want to see me again."
Martha just couldn't believe the words that were coming out of his mouth.
There was a part of herself that wanted to slap him upside the head for being such an idiot when it came to the woman he was already in love with, but the other part of herself understood that this was hard for him, and the mere fact that he was broken up about this told her everything she needed to know.
He loved her.
He didn't want to lose her.
Now, all he had to do was be completely honest with her.
"Clark, she'll forgive you and your not going to lose her, but it's going to take a hell of a lot more than a simple apology to fix this."
Jonathan nodded, completely agreeing with her. "You need to be honest with her and you need to do it now or you really are going to lose her."
Clark sighed, heavily, as he glanced between his parents, taking their words to heart, knowing that they were both right. "I know I made a mistake last night, hell, I should have been honest with her right from the beginning. For months I've been choosing to listen to my fears instead of what I know in my heart, but as soon as she's ready to speak to me I'll tell her everything."
"It might be too late by then, son. You need to go to her, and you need to do it now."
"I can't do that. At least not until she has some time to process everything that happened last night." He glanced down at his phone, hoping to see a message from his best friend telling him that she had gotten home last night, but there was nothing, and it was more than just a little worrisome.
It was the whole reason he's been up all night.
Hopefully, she was okay.
Martha noticed the worried gaze lingering in his eyes, and moved a little closer to him. "Something else is going on, isn't it?"
He nodded. "It could be nothing, but Chloe promised that she would let me know when got home last night, but I haven't heard anything."
Jonathan smiled, comfortingly at his son. "I'm sure she's fine, Clark."
Martha nodded, agreeing with her husband. "She probably just needed some time, but when she contacts you, you need to tell her everything whether she is ready to see you or not. She deserves to know, and I think you know that."
He just nodded.
There was a part of himself that knew they had a point, but the other part of himself couldn't help feeling like something else was going on. He could feel it deep within his bones, of course, it was highly likely that he was just jumping to unnecessary conclusions, but deep inside he had a feeling that something wasn't right about this—something was wrong.
Chloe would have messaged him.
She promised, so why hasn't she yet?
Jonathan quickly grabbed his coffee before making his way into the living room, and turned on the news just like he did every single morning, but what he saw on the screen had his heart racing a mile a minute inside of his chest.
It just couldn't be true.
As he listened to the reporter, he realized that his son had a reason to be worried. Chloe hasn't contacted him because she never made it home last night. "Martha! Clark! You need to come in here right now!"
When they walked into the living room, he stared at the images on the screen for a few seconds before glancing over at them, noticing the worried and terrified expressions slowly spreading out across their faces, as they watched the news report. "Isn't that Lois' car?"
Martha could feel her heart pounding like a jackhammer inside of her chest, the sound reverberating in her ears before tears filled her eyes, and her hands went over her mouth in complete and utter shock. "Oh my god! This can't be true…"
Clark stared at the screen with wide eyes, as his heart literally broke inside of his chest from the sight of her totaled car, and he took a staggering step backwards, as his mind went into overdrive. Not only did he lose her emotionally last night, but something had happened when she was driving home, and there was a possibility that he was going to lose her physically this time.
No, he told himself, she was fine.
She had to be.
"Lois, no…" he whispered before super speeding out of the farmhouse, all rational thought leaving him, as he made his way to the scene, hoping and praying that she was okay.
She had to be.
He couldn't—wouldn't lose her.
Not like this.
Martha and Jonathan watched their son disappear before they turned their attention back to the heartbreaking news story, and listened to the reporter, intently, as she spoke, "As you can see, a horrible accident happened some time last night, but we've just learned from the Smallville Police Department that this wasn't just a hit and run. It was also a kidnapping. The driver is missing, and detectives from Metropolis are now being brought into the case…"
Martha tuned out the rest of her words, as she staggered backwards until she collapsed down onto the couch, and she could feel her entire body shaking, violently before the tears streamed down her cheeks. "No. This can't be happening. Not to my girl."
Jonathan quickly sat down next to her, and wrapped his arms around her body, effectively pulling her into his chest, wanting to console her as much as he possibly could. "It's going to be okay, Martha. Nothing is going to happen to her. Clark will find her, and he will save her."
They held each other, tightly, as they continued watching the heartbreaking story that affected their lives in more ways than one, both of them hoping and praying that she was going to be okay.
Clark ran faster than he has ever ran in his entire life towards the scene, which wasn't that far from the farm, and when he arrived at the road, where several people were rushing around, attempting to figure out what happened, his heart literally dropped down to his stomach at the sight of her car smashed to pieces in the ditch, knowing that the feeling he had this morning was spot on.
Something was definitely wrong.
Memories of their argument—of the sight of her leaving him alone in the loft came rushing to the forefront of his mind, causing his heart to break inside of his chest, as tears filled his eyes before they slowly cascaded down his cheeks.
If he would have just been honest with her last night then this wouldn't be happening, and now—now he would probably never get the chance to tell her everything.
He shook his head from side to side, vehemently, refusing to believe that.
This wasn't how their story ended.
It couldn't be true.
She had to be okay.
Faster than humanly possible, he rushed over towards the scene, intending to look for her himself—intending to lay his eyes on her—intending to make sure that she was okay, but was stopped by a police officer holding him back, making sure that he didn't cross the yellow police tape. "Where is she?"
"Sir, you can't cross that line."
"Where the hell is she?"
"Sir, I need you to calm down."
There was a part of himself that just wanted to push this man out of his way, so he could get to her, but the other part of himself knew that he couldn't do that. It would only make things words. "Just tell me where she is!"
A detective, who had been assigned to this case, looked up when he heard he young man yelling the same thing over and over again before he slowly made his way over to him. "Young man, we need you to calm down."
"I can't calm down! I need to know where she is!"
The detective rose a brow at his words, instantly realizing that he knew this woman or at least knew who was inside the vehicle. "You know her?"
He nodded.
"Let him go." As soon as the police officer released him, he allowed him to pass the yellow tape, and walked him over to the totaled vehicle, hoping that he could help him understand how or why something like this could have happened. "What's your name, young man?"
His eyes never left the vehicle. "Clark. My name is Clark Kent."
"How did you know this is where the accident was?"
"It was on the news. I recognized her car, and rushed over here as fast as possible." He turned his attention towards the detective. "Is she okay? Where is she?"
The detective looked away from him for a second, knowing that he wasn't going to like this, especially since it seemed like he knew this woman on a more personal level before he locked eyes with him. "We don't know. The accident wasn't reported until early this morning. We don't know what happened. All we know is that this car was hit by another car sometime last night. There was a small amount of blood in the car, which was most likely caused from the blunt of the accident, but um, we've come to the conclusion that this wasn't just an accident. It was done purposefully."
"Where is she?"
"We don't know. The driver of the other vehicle must have taken her after they hit her."
All the color drained from his face, as his heart hammered inside of his chest faster and faster before the hot, sticky tears built in his eyes once again, and he whispered, "They took her…"
The detective nodded. "I need you to tell me everything you know about this woman. There has to be a reason this happened. People don't just hit people with their cars and kidnap them for no reason."
Clark narrowed his eyes at the man, not liking the way he was speaking. "Are you saying that she was mixed up in something that she shouldn't have been?"
"It would seem that way."
He glared, heatedly at the man. "She wasn't mixed up with anyone dangerous. She isn't some druggie. She isn't a bad person, and she definitely didn't deserve this."
"That's not what I'm saying. I'm just trying to figure out how and why this happened."
"Well, maybe you should focus on finding her instead."
The detective sighed, heavily. "I need you to tell me everything you know about her."
"Her name is Lois Joanne Lane. She moved to Metropolis at the beginning of the summer. She lives with her cousin, Chloe Sullivan in the city, where they both intern at The Daily Planet, and we all go to Metropolis University together."
He quickly wrote that down in his notebook before glancing over at him. "How well do you know her?"
Clark stared directly into his eyes. "I know her better than I know myself. She isn't just a friend of mine. She is the love of my life."
The detective swallowed the lump slowly forming inside his throat. "I promise we'll find her, and we'll find the person that did this to her."
Clark wasn't too sure about that.
Of course, he wasn't doubting that this man had the ability to solve crimes, but from the damage of her car and the mere fact that she had been kidnapped it was quite obvious that Lex was behind all of this. He has been obsessed with not only him, but her ever since she moved here, and he had just been waiting for the perfect moment to get what he wanted.
There was no way they would figure that out.
As soon as the detective was gone, he roamed his eyes over the vehicle several times, feeling emotion after emotion consume every fiber within his being, and couldn't stop the multitude of thoughts from entering his confuddled mind.
How the hell could this have happened?
She was hit by another car sometime after she left last night.
The person that hit her had taken her.
She could possibly be seriously injured or worse she could be dead.
As soon as the thought entered his mind, he started freaking out internally and externally. His heart hammered inside of his chest, his breathing was harsh and rapid, he could feel his body trembling, violently, and the tears rolled down his cheeks like a waterfall.
He quickly turned away from the scene, and collapsed down to the ground a few feet away, attempting to calm his racing heart and never-ending thoughts, but it was nearly impossible.
What if she was hurt? What is she was dead?
His heart clenched in an unimaginable pain at the particular thought, and he quickly shook his head from side to side, refusing to believe that.
She couldn't be gone.
She just couldn't be.
The sound of his phone ringing interrupted his tirade of emotions and thoughts before he quickly answerd it without even looking at the caller ID.
"Clark, this is the millionth time I've tried calling you! Where the hell have you been? I was prepared to drive down there myself to find you!"
He was too lost in his own thoughts to respond to his best friend.
"Hello? Clark? Are you there?"
After a few more seconds of silence, he finally spoke into the phone, "I'm here."
"Where have you been? Why aren't you answering my calls? And why are your parents not answering their phones?"
"We've been a little preoccupied this morning."
"Well, you better start uncoupling yourselves because I need your help finding my cousin. Have you seen her or heard from her since last night?"
Clark hesitated.
How was he supposed to tell her that someone ran her off the road? How was he supposed to tell her that someone kidnapped her? How was he supposed to tell her that it was his fault that this was happening?
"No," was all he managed to croak out.
"Well, she never came home last night. Oliver and I stayed up all night until we both passed out on the couch. I know that you guys had a pretty bad argument last night, so I figured that she just needed some space from everything, but she still hasn't shown up, and she isn't answering her phone." It was eerily silent between them for a few seconds before she spoke again with worry laced in her voice, "Where is she?"
Clark gulped, silently at the words coming from the other line, and he knew that he needed to tell her what happened, but it was so hard to even think about it let alone say the words out loud.
But…
It needed to be done.
"I don't know, Chloe, but I'm going to find her," he told her with a confidence he wasn't really feeling.
"What do you mean you will find her?"
It was now or never, he thought to himself.
"Chloe…she was kidnapped last night."
Once again, it was eerily silent on the other line for a very, very long time before she finally spoke into the phone, "Meet me at my apartment."
As soon as the line clicked in his ear, he slowly stood up, glanced over at the wreckage of her vehicle one last time, and walked away from all the prying eyes before super speeding towards the apartment, hoping and praying that they could figure this out before Lex did something to her—did something worse than he's already done.
Several minutes later, he walked into the apartment to find Oliver attempting to calm down his worried best friend, but both of them stopped mid-sentence as soon as they laid their eyes on him, and Chloe stormed over towards him with a determination he had never seen from her. "What the hell happened? How do you know she was kidnapped? Why didn't you tell me last night? When did you find out? Where the hell is my cousin?"
Clark took a deep breath, as he stared at his best friend. "Chloe, I know your confused, hell, I'm more than just confused, but um, we didn't find anything out until this morning. It was on the news. I guess after she left my house last night someone hit her with their car flipping it over several times until it landed in the ditch, but they didn't just hit her. They took her with them. I don't know where she is, but I'm going to find her."
Chloe took several steps back away from him, not able to believe that this was happening, and even though she knew that she needed to stay strong for her cousin she couldn't stop the tears from cascading down her cheeks. "No. No. No. This can't be happening. Why did this happen? Who did this to her?"
Oliver quickly walked closer to her. "I think you know who did this to her."
She felt an anger she hasn't felt in her entire life boiling deep inside of her. "I'm going to kill him! When I find him I'm going to make him regret ever laying a hand on her!"
Oliver rested his hands on her shoulders, attempting to calm her down. "Chloe, you need to listen to me. Your not going to do any of that because that would make you just like him. We'll find her and we'll deal with Lex, but in the meantime, you need to calm down."
"Calm down? How the hell am I supposed to calm down? This is my cousin we're talking about! Lex not only hit her, but he also kidnapped her! He's been waiting for this moment, and now-now he finally has what he wanted two months ago! You can't possibly tell me to calm down! You have no idea how this feels!"
"The hell I don't. She might be your cousin, but she is my best friend, and if you think I'm not as worried as you are then you don't know me very well."
Chloe immediately softened at that, knowing that this was probably effecting him more than he was letting on. "I'm sorry, Oliver. I'm just worried about her."
"I know, Chloe. We all are." He quickly wrapped his arms around her body, and pulled her into his chest before softly closing his eyes, as his mind was consumed with thoughts of his fiery best friend.
Why the hell couldn't Lex just leave them alone? Why did this happen? Was she going to be okay? Was she hurt? Is she even alive?
That last thought caused a lone tear to fall down his cheek, but he refused to believe it.
It just wasn't possible.
This wasn't how he was going to lose her,
He was never going to lose her.
She meant absolutely everything to him, and there was no way she was gone—there was no way she was dead.
It just wasn't true.
Clark watched his friends for a few seconds, completely understanding the anger and fear they were feeling before dropping his head, his tear-filled eyes staring down at the ground, as guilt consumed every fiber within his being.
This was his fault.
If he would have just been honest with her—if he would have just stopped her from leaving then this wouldn't be happening, but he refused to listen to his heart, and now—now she was being held captive somewhere.
She could be hurt.
And it was all his fault.
"I'm sorry, Chloe," he whispered.
Chloe slowly pulled away from Oliver at the sound of his voice, and glanced over at him, immediately noticing the pain he was obviously experiencing, especially since the last thing they did together was fight before she walked over to him. "Sorry for what?"
"This is all my fault."
"No one blames you, Clark." When he looked up at her she could feel her heart shatter into a million pieces from the expression that was plastered across his face, and quickly rushed over to him before taking him into her arms. "This isn't your fault. I don't blame you, and neither does Oliver."
"I can't lose her, Chloe." He slowly pulled away from her. "I-I love her."
Chloe wanted to jump up and down in joy from those words, but this wasn't the time or place for this. "We know, but don't tell me that. Tell her that when you see her again."
"And you will see her again," Oliver told him before walking closer to him, and placed his hand onto his shoulder, squeezing, softly. "I promise, Clark. We'll find her."
"What do you mean we'll find her?"
Every single one of them turned around to the front door, where Bruce was standing with a confused expression slowly spreading out across his face, and none of them knew what to say to him, especially since he was the one person that was the closest to her.
This was going to break him.
At their silence, he walked further into the room. "Well, is anyone going to say anything?"
Chloe was the first one to speak, "What are you doing here, Bruce? We thought you weren't coming back until later."
"I caught an early flight, and when no one answered their phones I figured that you all would be here." He glanced between the three of them. "What is going on?"
Oliver took a shaky step towards him, knowing that this was going to upset him in more ways than one, not only because he was her best friend, but also because they were closer than best friends, actually, they were almost like brother and sister. "I don't know how to tell you this, Bruce, but um, Lex kidnapped Lois last night…"
Bruce' eyes widened to the size of saucers from those words, as his heart started hammering inside of his chest, and he could feel the burning sensation building behind his eyes, but quickly pushed it down, knowing that he couldn't allow his emotions to get the better of him. He might have been in his own world for the past couple of weeks, but that didn't mean he was oblivious to everything that was happening around him, hell, the only reason he hasn't been around that often was because he was trying to figure out a way to fix this for the woman he pictured as his own sister.
Obviously, his efforts hadn't solved anything.
Lex had kidnapped her.
Lois could be god knows where, but more importantly, she could be severely injured.
Even though, he wanted to find out what had happened, he was more determined than ever to find her.
There was no way in hell he was going to lose the most important person in his life.
"What do you know?"
"Nothing. Clark just told us."
Bruce turned towards the young man his best friend was completely in love with. "What happened?"
Clark stammered, slightly, "I-I don't know. The details aren't that important. All we know is that someone hit her car after leaving my house last night and took her with them."
"You mean Lex ordered one of his men to kidnap her. Why the hell would he do this?"
Clark never took his eyes off him. "I think you know why, Bruce."
Bruce frowned at him, slightly before realization dawned on him. "You can't possibly believe that she would say anything to him."
"No, but she has made it perfectly clear that she would put her own life at risk just to protect him," Chloe intervened.
Oliver took a few steps towards him. "Which is why we need to find her before that happens."
After discussing what they were going to do, they all quickly left the apartment, and headed towards the penthouse, where all their equipment was, intending to find her before Lex could do anything more severe to her.
They weren't going to lose her.
In an old, abandoned warehouse, miles and miles away from the bustling streets of Metropolis, Lois groaned, loudly before slowly blinking her eyes open, feeling an immense pain in her forehead, and attempting moving her body, thinking that she was in her own bed, but quickly realized that she wasn't anywhere near her apartment, actually, her hands and feet were tied securely to a chair inside a dark room.
What the fucking hell? She questioned herself, as she struggled against the confining ropes, attempting to escape, but it was merely impossible, and honestly, it was hurting her wrists and ankles the more and more she struggled.
What the hell was going on? She questioned herself again, as she replayed everything that had happened last night—everything that could have explained how she ended up here.
From the moment her and Clark left her cousin and best friend stranded at the bar to the moment she played that song on the piano for him to their heated lip lock and their emotional argument to the moment she saw those headlights shining into her car.
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, as she recalled her car practically being run down by another vehicle, causing it to flip several times, but even though it explained why she had a massive headache it didn't explain how she ended up here.
Who hit her? Who took her? Where the hell was she?
Those questions were immediately answered when the man responsible for all of her problems, and his two tall, gruff bodyguards walked into the room. "Lex."
Lex grinned, widely, as he moved closer to the woman, who has made his life a little more complicated than it should be. "Well, look who finally woke up. I was starting to wonder if this lovely employee of mine hit you harder than planned."
She glared, heatedly at him, as the pieces started clicking together inside her head. "You're the one that hit me last night! What the hell is wrong with you? You could have killed me!"
"All in due time, Lois."
A loud gulp escaped past her throat at the look of pure menace lingering in those cold, pale blue eyes of his, and in that moment, she knew that he was intending on killing her as soon as he got whatever he wanted from her. "What do you want?"
"The truth about Clark Kent."
As soon as his name fell from his lips, images of the man, who excited, thrilled and confused her all at the same time popped into her mind, their last words to each other ringing in her head over and over again, and her heart slowly broke inside of her chest from the mere thought of that being the last time she saw him—spoke to him—felt him.
Even though she was still very upset over everything that happened between them last night, she was even more terrified of never seeing him again—of never being able to mend what they broke—of never being able to be with him like they were before their argument.
This couldn't be how things ended between them.
Of course, she was more than willing to die for the man she loved, but she couldn't leave him with so many unspoken words between them.
It just couldn't end this way.
"You need to get over this dumb obsession you have with Clark. He isn't some metahuman. He isn't a meteor freak. He isn't going to give you what you want, so I suggest that you let me go."
Lex grinned even wider from her attempts to sway him, but he already suspected the truth. Now all he had to do was prove it. "You're not going anywhere until I get what I want."
She attempted loosening the ropes, wanting and needing to get as far away from this crazy man as possible, but it was only hurting her bare skin more than anything else. "I'm not telling you anything, so just let me go."
"I wasn't planning on you telling me anything." He rested his hands on the arms of the chair, and leaned closer to her, so their faces were mere inches away from each other, his blue eyes level with her hazel ones. "You know, two months ago, when you were attacked at the Senatorial Benefit—"
"You mean, when you tried kidnapping me," she interrupted him, as she glared at him.
An evil smirk spread out across his face. "On the contrary, Lois, I wasn't trying to kidnap you. I was just trying to force that little boyfriend of yours to reveal his abilities just by saving you, but of course those little friends of yours intervened before he had the chance. That's when I realized that I needed to go about this a completely different way. You see, if I took you away from your superhero friends then Clark would have no choice but to save you himself, of course he'll be playing right into my hands, but we both know that he can't control himself when it comes to you."
Her heart pounded inside of her chest from the mere thought of what he was planning on doing, but quickly pushed down the feeling of fear that was slowly rising inside of her, knowing that she needed to get out of this situation herself or the man she loved would be in even more danger than he was already in. "Just let me go."
"Don't worry, Lois. You'll be free very, very soon, but it's not in the way your expecting."
A frown took over her features. "What do you mean?"
"I mean, that either Clark will save your life by using his abilities or you will die a very painful death, but no matter the outcome I will be getting one of the things I want." He moved even closer to her. "Just between us, I hope he saves your life cause then I get to kill two birds with one stone."
Her eyes widened, slightly, as the true meaning behind his words encompassed every single part of her, and even though she was feeling a little more than terrified at what was going to happen, she was even more terrified of the insane man standing in front of her. "You're a crazy psychopath, Lex. You aren't going to get what you want. Clark doesn't even know that I'm missing, so what makes you think he's going to come to my rescue, hell, he doesn't even know where I am."
"He might not know where you are, but he does know that you're missing. One of my men was at the scene of your accident this morning. You know, to make sure that those small town waste of space cops didn't suspect anything when low and behold the man you care so deeply for showed up." He leaned even closer to her, causing her to pull away from him. "From his description, he was a complete wreck. I don't think he's ever been that heartbroken before, actually, he was practically breaking down on the side of the road for quite some time."
Her heart practically shattered into a million pieces from those words.
He had seen the accident? He knew that she had been kidnapped?
Even though she wanted to believe that he was thinking rationally right now, she had a feeling that he was probably miserable. He was probably thinking that they would never see each other again—that they would never be able to make up from their fight last night.
She wanted to see him again.
She wanted to make up from their argument.
She wanted to become more than friends with him.
But…
That didn't mean she was willing to risk his safety just because she wanted all of those things.
Honestly, she would rather he didn't save her at all, not because she wanted to die, but because it was only going to give Lex exactly what he wanted, and that was the last thing she wanted to happen.
"You'll never get what you want."
"Oh, but I will get what I want because that old friend of mine isn't going to be able to think rationally when he realizes how much danger you are actually in." He pulled away from her, and took a few steps back, as a sickening smirk spread out across his face. "You know, back before he even knew who you were he was completely in love with another woman. You've probably heard of her. Lana Lang. For years I watched their flirtations, their on and off again relationship, and their untimely separation. In that time, Lana had found herself in some questionable situations, and he was always there to save her, but he always thought before acting. Your different, Lois. Your special in his eyes. When it comes to you he doesn't think before acting. Maybe it's because he loves you or maybe it's because you're the one he's been waiting his whole life for, but it doesn't really matter. That man will do everything in his power to protect you, even if that means revealing himself to you."
His words caused a mix of emotions to flow within her entire body. Jealousy from the mere mention of the woman she didn't particularly like even though she hasn't even met her. Anger from the way he seemed to know Clark better than he knew himself. Hope from the mere fact that he cared just as deeply about her as she cared for him.
It caused her heart to flutter inside of her chest, but even though the things she was learning was only making her want to get out of this situation just so she could find those things out for herself, she also knew that everything he was saying couldn't possible be true. Of course, she knew that he cared about her, hell, he might even love her, but there was no way in hell he would be so lost without her that he would purposefully reveal himself to her, knowing that Lex was only using this to his advantage—using this to get what he wanted from them.
At least she hoped he would think before acting in this situation.
She didn't want to lose him.
"You're wrong, Lex. He isn't going to save me. Your about to commit murder. Kidnapping is one thing, but do you really want manslaughter on your rap sheet?"
"I guess we'll find out." He quickly turned away from her, and walked closer to his two henchmen, who had been eerily silent this entire time. "Take care of her."
Lex quickly left the warehouse, and as he was driving away from the soon to be crime scene, he watched the video feed, waiting, patiently for the moment Clark came to her rescue, which would undoubtedly prove that he was either a metahuman or a meteor freak.
As soon as their boss left the room, the two men walked towards her before untying her from the chair, which she quickly took advantage of by headbutting one of the men, while she kicked the other one between his legs, causing both of them to fall to the ground, groaning, and started running towards the open door, intending to get out of here, but was stopped by one of the men jumping directly in front of her.
"Where do you think you're going?"
"Just let me go."
"I can't do that. You see, it's either you or us, and I happen to value my life."
"As do I," the other man spoke from directly behind her.
When she swirled around towards him, he backhanded her across the face, causing her to fall onto the ground, holding her cheek in her hands before they each grabbed one of her arms, and pulled her down the darkened hallways.
"Let me go!" she screamed out, as she kicked her legs, relentlessly, and attempted ripping her arms from their tight grips, but it was merely impossible to escape from them or from this highly dangerous situation.
What the hell was she going to do?
"You're a feisty one."
"It's no wonder this Clark Kent likes you so much."
As soon as they made it up to the roof, one of the men released his hold on her, while the other one gripped both of his hands around her arms, and slowly started pushing her towards the edge of the building.
"You know, you better hope that your boyfriend doesn't show up and come to your rescue because he will be the one that ends up dead in the end."
"Let me go!" she screamed out, once again.
The man standing a few feet away from them smirked at her before waving his fingers, mockingly at her. "Goodbye, love."
Before she had a chance to say anything the man holding her picked her up and tossed her over the edge of the building. Her eyes clamped shut, tightly, as she screamed at the top of her lungs, knowing deep inside that she was going to die.
She would never see her mother or sister again.
She would never see her best friends again.
She would never see her cousin again.
She would never see Martha and Jonathan again.
And Clark…
Her heart squeezed in an unimaginable pain at the thought of him.
Clark would never know that she regretted pushing him away these past two months—he would never know that she's never felt this happy around anyone in her entire life—he would never know that she was completely and utterly in love with him, and even though he had the ability to save her life there was no way he was going to get here in time.
A few tears fell from her eyes, as thoughts of everyone she loved passed through her mind, Clark being the most important one, and waited, terrifyingly for the moment her falling body crashed into the hard pavement below her.
Several minutes earlier, Clark was pacing back and forth inside of the penthouse, as Chloe, Oliver and Bruce were attempting to find out where Lex could have taken Lois, and his heart felt like it was going to rip right out of his chest at the mere thought of what she was going through right now.
Was she hurt? Was she scared? Was she being tortured? Was she already dead?
No, he told himself for the millionth time, she couldn't be gone.
Even though, they weren't on the best of terms at this moment in time, she was the most important person in his life, and there was no way in hell he was going to lose her like this or at all for that matter. They might have started out as friends, but things have drastically changed between them in the past couple of months.
He wanted to be completely honest with her.
He wanted more than just friendship with her.
He wanted to call her his.
And now he might not ever get the chance to do any of those things.
He quickly pushed his thoughts aside, and turned around towards his friends. "Have you found anything yet?"
Silence.
Chloe, who was typing different algorisms into the computer, realized that her best friend had spoken for the first time in thirty minutes, and looked over at him, immediately noticing the pain that was written all over his face before making her way over to him, wanting to console him. "Clark, it's going to be okay. We'll find her."
"This isn't okay, Chloe. I'm not going to be okay until I can see her face-until I can hold her in my arms-until I can hear her voice."
She watched him walk away from her with a miserable expression slowly spreading out across her face, knowing that he wouldn't be okay until he knew that she was, and even though she loved the fact that he was allowing the things he was feeling to come out instead of bottling them inside of himself, she knew that they needed to find her cousin and they needed to find her now before her best friend completely lost his cool.
Clark quickly walked outside towards the balcony, his hands gripping the metal railing, as emotion after emotion encompassed him, and closed his eyes, softly, attempting to push away everything he was feeling—everything that was breaking his heart—everything that was making it hard to breath, think or even speak.
As he attempted ignoring everything surrounding him, sounds from the vast city rang in his ears, loudly. From the chirping birds to the children playing in a park several miles away. It wasn't what he wanted to listen to, but he needed—wanted a distraction from everything, and this was the best way he knew how to calm his racing mind.
All of a sudden, a familiar sound reverberated in his ears—a sound that he had become accustomed to in the past few months, and felt a rush of relief consume every fiber within his being from the mere sound of it.
It was a heartbeat.
Her heartbeat.
He focused on that one sound, hoping and praying that it could lead him to her location, and felt his heart sink to the deepest part of himself when he heard her scream out, "Let me go!"
His eyes snapped open, as fear for her safety and hope at finding her consumed him before he rushed inside the penthouse. "I know where she is."
Every single one of them looked over at him with confused expressions slowly spreading out across their faces, but before any of them could utter a single word he super sped away from them towards one of the most dangerous places in Metropolis.
Suicide Slums.
When he arrived at the abandoned building, he glanced up just in time to watch someone toss her off the side of the building, feeling his heart race inside of his chest like a jackhammer, as her body fell faster and faster down from the skies before he shot up into the sky, not caring if anyone saw him, and caught her in his arms, his mind, body and soul falling right back into place like this was all he needed to heal the hell he has experienced since last night.
Lois immediately stopped screaming the second she felt strong, muscular arms catch her in mid-air, and slowly opened her eyes before her tear-filled hazel orbs locked onto the handsome face of her savior.
It was Clark.
A wide grin graced her lips from the mere sight of him before she clung onto him tighter, and softly closed her eyes, as she breathed in the musky scent that was purely him.
There was a part of herself that knew she shouldn't be feeling like this, especially after their argument last night, but after the day she had experienced this was the only place she wanted to be.
It was like heaven.
It didn't matter if they were fighting, mad at or annoyed with each other. She would always feel safe in his arms. She would always feel like this was the best place to be in the entire world.
As soon as they landed on the roof, Clark set her back down onto the ground before he rested his hands on her waist, while his eyes roamed over every single part of her body like he was searching for any kind of injury, and when he didn't find anything too severe he pulled her back into his arms, hugging her, tightly. "Oh god, Lois. I'm so glad that you're okay. I-I thought I was going to lose you. I-I thought I would never get the chance to see you again-to hold you again-to tell you how much I care about you."
Lois hugged him just as tightly, loving the feeling of him against her body, but even though she was feeling nothing but happiness in this moment she couldn't help replaying the way he had saved her.
More like the fact that he flew, she thought to herself.
"I promised you I would never leave you, Clark, and I never will, but um, did you just fly?"
Clark slowly pulled away from her, and looked over the building before returning his eyes to hers with a flustered expression plastered across his face. "I can't fly, Lois, but um, I guess you could consider that something like a super jump."
She rose a brow at that. "A super jump?"
He nodded.
What else was this man capable of? She questioned herself.
They stared at each other for several seconds, their eyes meshing together, magnificently, as everything they have been feeling ever since they parted ways last night radiated from them, and in that moment, none of it mattered.
All that mattered was them.
Clark moved a little closer to her before brushing away the hair from her face, and stared deeply into her hazel eyes. "Lois, I know that we have a lot to discuss, but I'm so glad that your okay. You have no idea what I've been going through since I found out you were in that accident."
"I think I can take a guess." She quickly moved back into his arms, loving the way he wrapped his arms around her body, and even though she was feeling more than thankful that he had saved her life, she couldn't help feeling like this was only the beginning of their problems, not because he had once again used his abilities in front of her, but because Lex would now know everything he has been searching for, for years. "I felt it too when I thought I was never going to see you again, but um, you shouldn't have come…"
He quickly pulled away from her with a frown etched onto his features. "What do you mean?"
"She means that you just gave Lex everything he wanted."
Clark quickly spun around towards the unfamiliar voice, immediately realizing that the two men standing in front of him were the ones that had pushed her off the roof before he took an intimidating step towards them, effectively placing his body in front of hers, and glared, heatedly at them. "Who the hell are you?"
"That doesn't concern you. You should be more worried about what's going to happen now that Lex knows the truth."
"He'll never find out." Before either of them could blink, he super sped over to him, and pushed him against the wall, hard, knocking him out, unconscious.
The other man's eyes widened to the size of saucers from the mere strength this man had before running towards the closed door, wanting and needing to get out of this situation, even if that meant his boss killed him for being incompetent.
Clark quickly focused his vision on the doorknob before red beams, invisible to the eyes of a human, shot out of his eyes, turning the metal into a bright red color, not allowing this man to escape, and as soon as he touched the metal, his hand burning from the heat, he super sped over to him, pushed him against the wall, effectively knocking him out, unconscious.
Lois stared at him in complete and utter shock.
It was one thing to have to ability to run super-fast and to have super strength, hell, even having the ability to leap buildings in one single jump, but having the ability to burn an object with just his eyes was another thing entirely.
For three whole months, she had been absolutely positive that he was a metahuman, but after everything she had just witnessed it was apparently clear that he was something else entirely.
If he wasn't a metahuman or meteor infected, then what the hell was he?
As soon as the men were tied up in the corner, Clark quickly rushed over to her, and grabbed her trembling hands, his eyes finally noticing the purplish bruise on her wrists, the red mark on her cheek, and the deep gash on her forehead. "Lois? Are you okay?"
She just nodded, not knowing what to do or what to say right now.
"Are you sure?"
She just nodded again.
"Come on, we should get you to the hospital just in case."
There was a part of herself that wanted to just listen to him, especially since he did have a good reason to want her to get checked out by a doctor, but the other part of herself wanted nothing more than to get the answers to the several questions running rampant in her mind. "What are you?"
Clark sighed, heavily, knowing that he had a lot to explain to her, especially after everything she had just witnessed him do, but this wasn't the time or place for this. "Lois, I promise I will tell you everything you want to know, but first I need to get you to the hospital."
"What are you?" she questioned him again, completely ignoring his concern for her right now.
There was no placating her, he thought to himself, even though he had promised everyone, including himself that he would tell her everything when he saw her again, he didn't think this was the best place to have this conversation, but it was obvious that she wasn't going to leave unless he gave her some answers, and there was no way he was going to lie to her.
That was the whole reason they were in this rocky place in their relationship, and he vowed from this point forward that he would never, ever lie to her again. No matter what it was he would always be completely honest with her.
It was the only way they could have a real relationship.
He took a deep, deep breath before he uttered the one sentence he has been struggling to even say ever since he met her, "Lois…I'm not meteor infected and I'm not a metahuman. I'm an alien from another planet."
Her eyes widened to the size of saucers, as everything she once believed to be true came crashing down around her before her eyes rolled to the back of her head, and her body slowly started falling towards the ground, not only from the shock of learning that the man she loved was literally from out of this world, but also from the trauma she has experienced in the matter of twenty-four hours.
Clark quickly caught her in his arms before her body hit the ground, and stared down at her unconscious face with worry lingering in his aquamarine orbs, as he whispered, "Lois…"
It might seem a little out of character for Lois to just pass out, but after everything she has been through it was the most reasonable reaction. They will definitely have a lot of things to discuss in the next chapter.
Hope you enjoyed chapter twenty two