Author's Notes: Thanks everybody. It brings butterflies to my stomach knowing you like this.

Metamorphosis – Chapter 26

One Month Later

In my dorm room, I sat in at the end of the couch with Lois's head on my lap as we both study hard for our respective classes. The weeks flew by a little too quickly but I was enjoying it all the same. My relationship with Lois is stronger than ever.

"How's political science going?"

Lois scoffs and I chuckle. I could tell from a mile away how much she's absolutely loathing the course.

"I can't stand the propaganda," she divulges, looking ready to toss the text book out the open window. Her eyes glance up towards me and I look down ready to throw my books as well and take advantage of her, but then again we'll end up not getting any work done and we'll be behind more than we have to be.

"What would you fight for?" she asked me with random curiosity.

"I'd fight for truth, justice…" I pause for a moment thinking and then add, "And the American way, I guess"

Lois raised her eyebrows and mildly laughs at the idea.

"Oh god. You'd be going against ever electoral candidate in the country," she smiles. "Good luck with that"

My mind entertains the possibility. I have all these powers, and so far, I've only ever used them to help myself and the people around me. I've never really taken the time to really think over the practicability that I could use my gifts to help people, and I don't mean just Smallville. I've been visualizing the prospect of helping the world in some way a while now.

"Can I ask you something, Lois?"

"Like what?

We've been dating for officially a month now and I've intentionally put my Kryptonian lineage back-burned in my mind. I didn't want to get ahead of myself and start confessing all at once before either of us was ready. It was now or never.

"What's your opinion on aliens?"

I can tell she was a bit thrown by the question. I can very well imagine that it's not exactly dinner table talk material.

"You mean the extraterrestrial kind or foreign immigrants?"

"The former"

I anxiously wait and don't realize I'm holding my breath as I did so. After a brief silence, she answers.

"Never really thought about it," Lois admits. "I guess as long as they don't go the route of 'Independence Day,' I'm pro-E.T."

"Really?"

"I don't go out of my way to judge what I don't understand. To be honest, the question reminds me of Lex. When people first look at him, they hear his last name and the first thing that comes to mind is that he's this spoiled little rich boy. Then they see that he's bald and they wonder what's wrong with him. He hasn't gotten it easy and I'm not making excuses for him, but he's still a person to me. It'd be inhuman to hold those things against him"

I stare at her once again, stunned beyond comprehension. Most answers I received were either 'I think it's pretty cool' or 'I'd be freaked out.' Lois was honest with her answer without being judgmental and that left a positive feeling inside me. What we have going on right now is more than I could ever hope for.

"Wow"

Lois looks at me oddly.

"Huh?"

"I really like your answer"

She smiled at me and didn't press any further. Lois and I do this a lot. Ask one another random questions and at the same time, we discover more about ourselves than we first imagined. It's gratifying for me to know that being with Lois gives me such peace of mind.

"How is Lex?" I add and a part of me is curious how my former friend is holding up. We may have our differences but I can never think ill-will of him.

"His walls of ice are chipping away as fast as I can swing the ax," she quipped. "He's good," she says a little more seriously. "Less drinking and more talking. It's a big step for him to admit that he's taking things far more seriously than he has to"

"You're an amazing friend to have." She's an amazing girlfriend too.

Lois shrugged the compliment off.

"How about you? Planning on reconciling with him any time soon?" Lois looks at me teasingly. "I feel like a third wheel"

I grin at the remark.

"He makes it hard just to be friends with him. I don't know how you do it Lois, but he and I can never see eye to eye"

"Of course you can – its called compromise"

"It doesn't apply"

"According to the male population who doesn't like to admit defeat. I swear, it's like driving lost in a different town. Instead of stopping for directions, men just keep driving and driving and driving… "

"Okay, Lois. Men are pig-headed, I got it"

She smiles victoriously.

With her head still on my lap, I sink my head low to kiss her lightly on the lips. I feel her hand graze my cheeks. Then she sweeps it through my hair and continues to return my kiss with equal attention. I lose myself every time when I'm with her like this.

"You drive me crazy sometimes, you know that?" I say, catching my breath.

"I hadn't really noticed." Her voice was filled with light mischief. She pulled my head back down, crashing my lips against hers a little longer before breaking away again. I didn't want it to end.

"I should get going," she says, giving me another kiss on the lips. "I have finals in the morning"

I hide my disappointment. I wanted to spend more time with her like this before real world beckons. It beckoned too soon.

I have a confession to make. I've been having thoughts lately. Actually, they're more like dreams; we can even go as far as saying they were fantasies. In all honesty, what I've got going with Lois is the first real relationship I've ever been in. Being with her is as new to me as gaining a new power. We've never talked about sex but it's grazed my thoughts more times than it should have.

My parents have been married for over twenty years, and they've always taught me the importance of giving that part of myself to someone. I've had a few close calls and for the most part, shamefully, they were random acts of hormones getting the better of me. I don't want it to be like that with Lois. I want to be able to give myself to her and know that's its real and not a dream that doesn't get fulfilled.

I'm in love with her and its becoming abundantly clear to me that I love her too. I feel it all around me, like an invisible field of energy.

I see it when I look at her.

I feel it when I touch her.

I hear it when she speaks.

If this is how it really feels to be in love – to love a person – I wish to God that it never ends.

To be continued…