Author's Notes: Thanks everyone for the correction on the premarital sex bit. My bad. This next chapter is kind of transitional, so it won't be long. Shorter than first 5 I did, so consider it an extension. LOL! I hope you like what happens and if you still don't get it, in the words of Marcy, "Right on!" Lois and Clark is confused, it's only fair that the reader is too. Wink.
Chapter 5: Discovery
In the dark, Lois lay on her mattress with far too many thoughts running rampant in her mind, and it gave her another sleepless night. She could not get the past three days out of her mind. The longer she stayed 'legally' married to a man she barely thought of intimately, the more dangerously real it became.
She sat up, grabbing a couple of pillows and placing them behind her to give her back some comfort while she reached for her Apple notebook. She lifted the cover and the laptop whirled to life automatically.
Instead of turning it off, half the time, she just lets it sleep. She's lazy that way and that suited her just fine.
Then she grabs another item off her corner side table, a CD, and she inserted into the hard drive.
A screen pops open.
The setting a little too familiar for her liking.
It was the hotel lobby. Time was 1:30 AM.
After she and Clark made the call to Chloe about sending their passports overseas, while he slept, she sneaked out of the room and 'borrowed' the extended footage she discovered in the security office. It was blind luck that she found it.
But it wasn't finding it that troubled her; it's what it held.
She watched herself and Clark leave the elevator towards the lobby arm in arm looking blissfully happy. It surprised her like nothing she has ever felt before. Sure, she's had her fair share of romances, but marriage was a thought she rarely put any time considering.
It's just not in her nature.
So imagine her surprise when she saw herself with Clark of all people, enjoying a playful conversation and light kisses in between.
She takes that back.
They weren't light by any means.
Intense and passionate is what it looked like. They weren't even holding back in public.
"I thought we could use some fresh air?" he kissed the nape of her neck, making Lois smile at his welcomed advances.
"Was our room too confining for you?" she teased.
He chuckles, wrapping his arms around her waist. "I don't think it was confining enough"
"Then what do you have in mind?"
"I figured we' do a midnight stroll on the Rialto Bridge, maybe a cruise down the Grand Canal and get one of those Italian guys and ride those boat thingies – what were they called?"
"A gondola?"
"Yeah. That's the one. We can make out under the bridge," he teased her.
"You've been googling the place, haven't you?" she smiled, grinning. "You've forgotten that Piazza San Marco, the heart of Venice and the Basilica but let's make sure to skip all the museums," she added with a smirk.
"This is what I get for marrying a woman who's seen more than half of the world"
She chuckles. "You're as good as Ted in the skies." She kisses him. "I'm sure it'll only take a matter of time before there isn't anything in the world you haven't seen"
"I could fly all over the world and see wonders no one will ever see." He cupped her face with his hands and lowered his head to touch her lips with his own. "You, Lois, are one of those wonders"
"I love you, Smallville," she said, returning his kiss with equal love.
"I love you back, Mrs. Kent"
Lois shut the notebook closed. This was the fourth time she's viewed it and it hasn't helped her figure anything out at all except that the two people were really acting in the name of Lois Lane and Clark Kent and they were very much in love.
The question is how can that be?
She remembered nothing.
Clark remembered nothing.
With so many thoughts and worries, it finally tired her enough to lull her to sleep. Her eyes closed.
His eyes snapped open and his lungs run out of breath. Beads of sweat ran down his forehead as he shook his head, trying to focus.
A realization hit.
Clark stepped inside the Fortress of Solitude; the place Jor-El revealed was replicated to honor a home he has never seen.
He swallowed hard.
"Father," he called out softly. "What have I done?"
To be continued…