Clark's stare was set on running faucet water. He laughed nonchalantly as shook his head in disbelief before he ran a handful of water to his face. He splashed another handful onto his face before turning it off. Droplets of water fell from his face, into the sink when he wiped his hand across it. He let out a much needed sigh before hesitantly looking into the mirror just above the sink. He flashed his eyes at the mirror for a moment then quickly turned his attention back to the interior of the sink. Once more he laughed and shook his head.
Three weeks. Twenty-one days. Ten punched in walls.
Five mind numbing migraines later and…….
Nothing.
Nothing!
In all his eighteen years of existence, he'd never experienced anything like this before. No body transfers, no power gaining experiences, no freak-of-the week encounters could come close to this. THIS was abnormal compared what he was used to.
'Whatever this thing is that you can't tell me about that's been bothering you will go away. It'll go away, son.' his father had assured him. He let that convince his mind that this was just another event in the life of Clark Kent. That just like the other things, this too would pass. It'll go away, it'll go away. He'd let that echo in he head countless numbers of times since the forty-second - no wait - forty-third dream.
But it didn't go away. They didn't do away. SHE DIDN'T GO AWAY!
Mixed expressions flashed his features as he intently glared into the mirror.
"What are you doing, Kent?" he whispered to his reflection.
"I was asking myself that same thing." a familiar voice said from behind him.
He was slightly startled by the sound of her voice but only showed it with a skipping heart beat and a tight closing of his eyelids. He carefully opened his eyes and peered over to Lana through the mirror. She was standing just behind him.
"Are you feeling okay, Clark?" Her tone was playful edged with a hint of seriousness.
"Lana, wha-what are you doing in here?" he wondered. "And yeah! I'm great!" he lied, forcing a smile.
Lana nodded her head even more. She was beginning to think that Clark had gone insane.
"Clark, are you sure your ok?" she said, sarcastically
"Why do you ask?"
She started to smile a bit. "Do know where you are?"
"Yeah, I know where I am. Do you know where you are?"
She put both hands to her hips. "Ok, then where are you, Clark?"
"The boy's bathroom" he said concededly.
Lana giggled. "Clark, this is the ladies room. Not the men's."
Clark looked at her doubtfully. He was beginning to think she'd gone insane.
"Lana, I think your mistaken. This is the men's room." he said, confidently.
Lana looked to the door again and giggled harder. "I'm sure this is the women's room."
Clark was starting to become a bit frustrated.
"Lana, I'm telling you this is the men's room." he said, once again confident.
He let his eyes wander around the room as he started to place things. Mirrors. Sink. Bathroom stalls. Door. Windows. Lounge. Tampon Machine.
Wait…. those last two things didn't seem right. Clark narrowed his eyes and looked over to Lana, who was a giggling mess.
She motioned for him to look toward the door and he did so. A bunch of cheerleaders entered the bathroom gossiping but stopped once they saw Clark.
Their eyes widened. His eyes widened. Lana giggled harder.
"Well, look who decided to skip class and raid the panty closet." one of them joked.
"Or bathroom." another said.
Clark slowly turned the faucet off and gulped a nervous one before excusing himself from the bathroom. When he exited, loud giggles, and jokes could be heard coming from the bathroom. His cheeks rosed up and he walked faster to his destination. Lana walked fast pacedly out of the bathroom, to meet up with him.
"Clark!" she almost yelled. "Wait up!"
He stopped at his locker, and hurriedly opened it. He searched through books, until he found the one he was looking for.
"When, I asked you if you where ok I was serious, you know." she said
"And I was serious when I said that I was, Lana."
He was trying his best to avoid looking at her. If anyone knew when something was bothering Clark Kent it was Lana Lang. She'd cut right through him for sure. He closed his locker swiftly causing Lana to jump. He then continued making his way down the hall.
Lana watched him, and sighed disappointed. She noticed that something had been bothering him these past couple of weeks. He seemed disturbed. Like something had possessed him. She was determined to find out what was wrong with him. They just rebuilt their friendship and she wasn't going to let secrets and lies rip it apart again. She started to walk by his side and put her hand on his shoulder.
"Clark, I was wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me, Jason, and Chloe, tonight." she smiled.
Clark didn't look at her. Instead gently shrugged his shoulder, which caused her hand to slip. He walked faster, away from her.
"Look Clark, I know what's bother you." she shouted to him.
With that he froze dead in his tracks. His breathing grew rapid.
"You can't avoid it." she started. "You can't avoid her."
He spun around to
her direction. Slowly, he began to walk toward her.
Oh shit. She
knows.
"How do you know?" he barely whispered.
Lana laughed lightheartedly. "Well, it's been pretty obvious"
There was a pause been them. Clark's eyes searched aura trying to see if she knew the truth.
"Lana, I'm sorry I didn't tell you. I didn't think I could tell anyone." he quickly explained. "I mean I just tho-"
"It's okay." she said, cutting him off. "It happens to me, too."
Impossible.
Lana and Lois? He couldn't believe that she had been affecting
her in such a way. He was starting to feel a bit nauseous. He would
have gagged if he wasn't so shell shocked.
Clark arched his brows. "You do?" he wondered.
"All the time." she said with a shrug of her shoulders. "The best thing to do is just talk to her about it."
If he could breathe he would've gasped. How could she be so calm about it? How could she make such a vile request?
"Talk to her about it? Lana, I don't think that would be the best idea." he explicated. "Besides I wouldn't even know where to start."
"Clark, it's not that difficult. All you have to do is go up to her and say 'Look, I need to talk to you about something." she said.
Clark nodded his head, agreeingly. "Maybe your right, Lana. I mean, how bad could it be?" he said. "I think I'll do that. I'll just go up her and say 'I need to talk to you.'" he mocked. "Lois, I need to talk to you."
"Lois?" Lana questioned. She stared at him for a moment and furrowed her brows. "Clark, I was talking about you asking Ms. Follent if you could re-take the LAB you missed last week." she explained. "What are you talking about?"
Breathing down, sweat drenched, eyes ample.
"I was talking about that, too!" he quickly answered. "But I told Lois about it but she said it wasn't a good idea." he laughed, nervously.
"So, you said something about dinner with Chloe and Jason?" He changed the subject before she could respond.
"Yeah." she answered, cautious. "We all decided to have dinner tonight, at the Talon. But-"
"At the Talon, tonight?" he said cutting her off. "Ok, well I'll see if I can make it. BYE!"
He left Lana standing there confused. She watched him and wondering what the hell just happened. Now, she was sure. Something was definitely up with Clark.
He didn't why he told Lana he would if he could make dinner as he already knew his mind had been made up. He wasn't going. He peered back at her standing there dazed. He let out a sigh of relief and continued going to class.
Clark stepped up to the door of the Talon and gave it a hard and eager knock. He didn't remember much about what happened after he talked to Lana. He didn't even remember deciding to join them for dinner. He knocked again when no one answered. He almost decided to turn around and go home.
Jason soon came and opened the door amiably.
"Hey, Clark! I see you decided to come." he said. "Well, of course you did or else you wouldn't standing here, eh?" he joked.
He began to laugh but soon stopped when noted that Clark didn't find him at all humorous. They both looked at the other awkwardly and as a silence fell between them.
"Well, come on in!" he said, breaking the awkwardness between them.
Clark smiled, then hurried into the door.
Lana and Chloe both turned around when he entered with Jason.
"Wow, look who decided to break out of the antisocial club and hangout with his friends!" Chloe teased.
Clark smiled at her. "Hello, Chloe." he scolded. "Hey Lana."
He joined them over at a table which was beautifully done. It was filled with food of all sorts. Chicken, salads, rice and gravy; delicious.
"Wow, you guys certainly went all out for this."
"Anything to cheer you up!" Lana informed. "Have a seat."
Clark stared at them for a moment and smiled. Chloe patted the seat next to her, motioning for him to sit there. He did so.
As the evening progressed, Clark was surprised at how much he was enjoying himself. He missed things being this way. He missed laughing with his best friends.
"Did I ever tell you about the time Lana almost marinated me to death?" Jason joked.
They all laughed and responded with various 'no's'.
"Don't tell this story, Jason." Lana pleaded. "Please."
"Oh, come on!" Chloe shouted. "We wanna hear the story!"
"I certainly do." Clark laughed. "Marinated you to death, you say?"
Jason laughed and nodded his head. Lana placed her head in her hands out of embarrassment.
"Ok, well I was on my way home from the gym, right?" Jason started.
"Oh god!" Lana cried.
"And Lana was in the kitchen cooking." he continued. "Keep in mind that it was late at night. I came home and tried to get in but I left my keys at the gym so, I knocked on the door but she didn't answer. So, I decided to go around back and use the back door to get in."
As Jason' continued to tell his story, Clark heard a 8thud8 come from upstairs. His smile soon faded. He looked over at the others to see if their expressions acknowledged that they heard it also. Chloe and Lana just stared amazed at Jason as he continued to tell his story.
"Could you guys excuse me for a second? I have to use the rest room." he explained.
They didn't acknowledge his request, instead, they stared fixated on Jason and the story he had to tell.
Clark rose from his seat and made his way toward the stairwell. He stared at the ceiling as he walked up the flight of stairs. When he reached the top, he looked around to see where the noise could have come from.
Thud.
The bathroom. The noise came from the bathroom.
He walked over toward the door of the bathroom and grabbed the knob. He hesitated to turn it but soon did when the thud was heard again. He swung the door open to reveal……
Nothing.
The bathroom was completely empty, and Clark felt relieved. He sighed, walked into the bathroom, then closed and locked the door. He walked over to the sink and turned on the faucet. He put a handful of the running water into his hands and splashed some on his face. When he looked up into the mirror he jumped frightened by the sight of her.
Lois.
He whipped around to her quickly, not saying a word. Instead he just stared at her; mortified.
"Lois." he said, panicky.
"Clark." Her tone was satisfied.
"What are you doing here?" he rambled.
She walked slowly toward him, smiling. She pressed herself against him. Invading his personal space.
How dare she!
Clark shoved her off of him and reached for the knob of the door. To his surprise, it wasn't there. Neither was the door. He searched around the room panic kingly, trying to find a way out.
"Lois, what the hell did you do with the door?" he demanded.
She only responded with a snickered, and a brush to his cheek. He grabbed her hand, and forcefully twisted it around her back.
She let out a soft cry.
Clark crashed her into his chest, leaving no space between them.
"Don't touch me." malice shone through his words.
She snickered even harder, then went in for a kiss.
Clark refused by turning his head from her.
"Now, did I ask you to do that?" he teased.
He paused and looked into her eyes for a moment, and she did the same. Again, she tried to kiss him. Again, he turned away.
"What are you doing, Ms. Lane?" he whispered.
He stared at her again before kissing her with such desire and hatred. He felt her destroying his insides.
He pushed her away…. panting for much needed breaths… she licked her lips to devour his taste… he did the same…
Clark then violently gripped her and pushed her over the sink. He lifted her dress and forced her legs apart.
"Don't look in the mirror. Don't look back at me." he whispered in her ear. "I don't want to see you."
"Just fck me." she ordered.
He slowly entered her and began to pick up a rhythmatic pace. His thrusts were deliberate at first. They intensified with each one after. She left out soft moans when ever he mounted into, driving him all the more insane.
She arched herself into him telling him that she was satisfied. He drove into her hard, on last time, and began to move at a rapid speed. She tightened her walls around him sending him into inclusive rapture. His clenched his teeth, dug his nails into her sides, and his eyes in his head uncontrollably.
"Clark…" she moaned in elation.
She spun around and kissed him. He then lifted her, where she wrapped her legs around his waist and arms around his neck. Clark then began to drive into her frenziedly.
She loudly whimpered his name in approval when he nipped at her neck with his teeth. Tiny speckles of blood appeared where he bit her and he sucked at her neck hungrily.
"Is this what you wanted, Lois?" he muttered.
She screamed out "Yes!" when drove into her harder than the first. She began to scream out, obviously oblivious of people down stairs.
"Lois. You. have got. t stop. SCREAMING!" each word was said between thrusts.
He wanted to quiet down but didn't dare stop fcking her. To have Lois Lane screaming his name in such a manner. This was a dream. A dream he never even knew he had. He tried to muffle her cries by shoving her head into his shoulder. That didn't work. He then let one of his hands cup her thigh, and placed the other over her mouth.
"Lois." Thrust. "Shut." Harder. "Up!" Harder still…
She bit the his hand and he grabbed at her hair. She arched back causing Clark to hammer into her riotously. He gripped at her hips and she began to swerve her hips along with him.
"Clark!" she screamed loud enough for the world to hear!
He wrapped his arms around her and thrusts into her so hard, he thought the walls might plummet. She was screaming even more now. He didn't care. He didn't want to either. He just crashed into her sweet bliss.
He pulled her back from him and looked into her eyes.
"What are you doing, Kent?" she whimpered.
"I was asking myself that same thing." a voice said from behind them.
They both turn to where the voice was heard and saw Lana, Jason, and Chloe standing there horrified.
GASP!
Sweat Drenched. Breathing rapid. Head spinning. Body shaking.
Clark shot up in his bed as he was brought back to reality. He searched around him frantically. He was sitting on his bed, in his room, fully clothed, and soaking wet.
"Clark!" his mother yelled from downstairs. "Lana and Chloe are here to take you to dinner!"