No more secrets cont.
Disclaimer: You all know the drill...
~ I can't remember much of what they stated about Clark's childhood in the series so I've invented most of it. If the formatting is off blame my computer (I have come to the decision that all electronic devices need a good dose of Kinetic energy now and then, preferably in the form of a foot or fist.)~
Lois sat on Clarks' bed. At any other time Lois would have found the prospect of having told Clark she loved him and then with in an hour to be in his bed, well thrilling in the least: but not today. She had told Clark she loved him and he had told her he lied, told her he was superman. After he told her she'd wanted no more than to destroy his apartment, she'd wanted to shred his entire superman suit collection. Instead she'd eaten half of a triple chocolate cake and somehow found her way into Clarks' bedroom. Where, with the help of the energy in the cake she planned to do some serious damage. That was when the book had caught her eye. It was a large brown faded scrapbook, When she'd opened the book. Lois picked up the rumpled paper and began to unfold it the blood left her face as she read the name at the top: Dear Lois... It was dated four months ago during the Scardino escapade. Questions flew through
Dear Lois,
There are many things that I want to tell you and many things I need to explain. The first that I want you to know and remember is that I love you. I have loved you since before I met you, and I am beginning to believe that I will always love you. *All right Lois where's the other shoe* A small voice inside Lois' head supplied enough cynicism to drown out the part of her that loved to read those words. It has occurred to me that I never really told you that. I am prepared to offer you everything I have. However, that means I have to tell you everything about me.
I grew up in Smallville, but I wasn't born there. *No shit fly-boy*. As I grew up I began to notice things happening to me that no one else understood. I could hear things that no one else could hear, I tried to keep it to myself I thought I was going crazy. And then one day I got up to go to the bathroom from class. I walked straight into the door. It wasn't that I couldn't see it, it was that I saw what was on the other side of it and I thought the door was open. The most disturbing was the day I fell on a pair of scissors that had fallen, point up, between some cracks in the floor. The scissors should have gone right through me, instead I crumpled the scissors. Lois was beginning to soften as she read the letter. When I told my parents they told me a story that I didn't want to believe. They told me that they'd seen a meteor one night and had followed it to where it had landed and that there they found me in a little travel "pod".
Over the next couple of years I began to control my powers and develop new ones. Flying was my favourite, when you're miles above the earth you can soar forever and nothing can touch you. Lois wished she was flying right then she always felt safest flying in Sup...Clark's arms. The most dangerous was the heat vision. Dad has some interesting stories he's always wanted to tell, about the reason for the new half of the barn. The glasses were used to train my eyes and then they were habit.
When my parents told me about me, they warned me what might happen if I told anyone. They told me that I would never have my own life that I would make one hell of a science project for the right person. So I made the decision then never to tell anybody about my powers. Before I came to Metropolis I used to save people; but without any means of disguise I had to move on when people started to become suspicious of what I could do. When I came here and started at the Planet and met you; I decided that I couldn't just move on. But I couldn't just give up on people I couldn't not help them, I tried and it hurt too much. So my mother made the costume and thus was superman born. Then superman began to come between me, and you. You treated me differently in THE suit and it hurt. I considered riding the world of superman or once again moving on. But, he represented something I couldn't give upon any more then I could leave you. I was always worried what would happen If I told you the truth, if I told that I was superman. I was afraid that if told you, you would only see me as him. I wanted to know that you loved me, Clark, before I told you. Now it seems that I've lost you, and it's because of superman. I know that half of the reason that you're dating Scardino is because I kept running away. Every time I had to leave to save someone it hurt because I wanted to stay with you and tell you I love you, but I had to go to them. I hope that you and I still have a chance.
If the answer is no I'll leave you alone. But I will always remember you...
Yours forever
Clark Kent
Lois had no words to describe what she felt right then, she understood how hard it must have been for Clark to tell her but it still hurt that he hadn't. She placed the letter beside her and re-positioned the book on her lap.
She didn't recognize the hand writing but she figured it had to be Martha or Jonathan Kent. The book was the third edition of the Clark Kent Scrapbook series. She looked down on the front page and saw a boy grinning wildly from his stance a good three feet off of the ground. She crawled under the covers and began to flip through the pages she saw pictures, and school work that began to build a story in her mind of how hard it must have been to grow up knowing you were different and to have no one to talk to.
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Clark sat on his iceberg and thought, and thought and then he thought some more. Eventually he decided that it was time for him to go home, if Lois were still there, he would make her understand, she had to understand that he loved her. He just hoped that she still loved him.
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Lois felt the breeze on the back of her neck as Clark landed in the living room. She grabbed the letter and the scrapbook, she'd found it under the bed, and walked out to meet him.
"Lois"
"Clark" She responded, now that she was over her raging fury she was enjoying his awkwardness.
"Lois where did you find that" Clark was motioning to the book under her arm.
"Under your bed, you really should dust more you know that." Lois looked up to see a pair of very confused eyes gaping back at her.
"Lois are you still angry."
"No, at least I don't think so, I have had some help understanding where you were coming from. Clark couldn't figure out what she meant.
"Clark I found your letter!"
"What letter?" Clark honestly couldn't remember what she was talking about. Clark took the piece of paper from her. He took one look at it and remembered.
"I couldn't send it, you deserved better. I was afraid to tell you myself and I knew that I couldn't do it in a letter. So I waited for the right moment."
"Why was tonight the right moment?"
"When you said you loved me, Clark, it was more then I had ever dreamed. I never thought you'd pick Clark over Superman. I had to know you loved for me, not just the powers I have."
"Oh, Clark, I do understand and I do love you" Lois reached out and placed a finger on Clarks lips as he started to speak. "but I need to be able to trust you." Clark pulled her hand away from his lips and gently kissed the palm of her hand. "Make me trust you Clark."
"What did I do to deserve you Lois?"
Lois slowly closed the inches between them until she was safely in his arms and she felt secure in the knowledge that this man who could brake a building in two was her protector, her lover.
Clark was relieved Lois hadn't forgiven him but she was going to let him try again. This time there would be no more secrets, no more lies, just their love, and that was what he'd always wanted.
~fin~