Author's Notes: You all rock. Chumps, your persistent objections of a 'mind wipe' scenario is duly noted and will never be used in any future storyline. LOL! What about a memory return kiss? Whistles You can take that to the bank. I'm trying to make this as simplistic as possible. I don't want to have a headache anymore than you do. The whole memory loss ordeal isn't as complicated as it sounds. This story was meant to be lighthearted with a lot of heart, but now angsty and melodramatic. Keep in mind this chapter has PG-13ish to light R-ish content. I thought I'd let you know.

Chapter 6: Entangled

The only sound he heard in return was silence.

Clark took a few more steps until he reached the control center. He let his hands hover above it as memories of the past few years comes charging at him. Being alone was one of his greatest fears, and it is that fear that dictated much of his actions for a long time.

He flashes back several nights ago when it all started for them. He and Lois were having coffee one evening in one of the local bars in the Metropolis area and Lois was trying to get him to drink anything other than coffee.

"You're too conservative, Smallville. Live a little. Drink up!" she shoved the beer bottle in front of him.

He slides it back to her. "Why don't you drink up?"

"Because," she surmised, simply. "I'm the designated driver." Forget the part that they actually walked to the place rather than drive to it. "Besides, I've got an early morning wake-up call and since you're Mr. Perfect, you'll be just fine sleeping in for all hours of the day"

"So you think I'm perfect?"

"No I didn't"

"I think you did," he said, grinning from ear to ear. He's one up Lois Lane and he's taking full advantage of it.

"You're delusional, Kent"

"I could be, but I'm not the one who said I was perfect"

"Now I think you're over-exaggerating"

"So you admit you said it"

She smiled wickedly. "I admit to nothing"

They both laugh.

"Come on," she tried again. "A little alcohol won't kill you"

"No, and it won't certainly help the night run smoother, either." A beat. "I can't get drunk," he revealed to her for the first time.

She raised her eyebrows, incredulous. "You've got to be kidding me"

"Oh, I'm not," he said, dead serious.

"Well… that… just defeats the purpose of drinking." She patted his back empathically. "I feel for you. It's takes at least a case to get me tipsy and another to get me drunk"

He shrugged, smiling. "It's not a big deal. I don't like how they taste anyway," he said, bravely.

An hour later…

They were in the throng of an intense conversation. "I swear! Are you saying you don't believe me?"

"Right," she said, cynically and chuckling at the same time. "You're an alien from a planet called Krypton and one day you'll be able to fly. Yeah, that's a flat out fantasy if I ever heard one"

Something clicked in his head, giving him a new wave of confidence and control. He's perfected floating, so why not give it another try.

"Then fly with me so I could prove you wrong"

"Sure," she agreed, but then, "If I wanted to die. And didn't you just say you didn't know how? Are you sure you're not drinking behind my back? That really isn't coke is it?" She tried to grab his cup but he pulled it away.

"No peeking"

Another hour later…

"Clark. Seriously. Get down from there. You're gonna get yourself killed," she yelled, serious and a teeny bit annoyed at his childish behaviour. They were on the roof of some random building with Clark standing dangerously close to the edge.

"Just trying to prove you wrong, that's all," he replied, confident.

Now he grows a backbone, she thought.

She sighed. "Okay. I'm wrong. You're a man that can fly. Can you step away from there now?"

He smirked. "Not that easily, I'm not." He held out his hand. "Come on. I dare you"

"I have a lot of pride, I admit that, but I'm not suicidal"

He shrugged. "Suit yourself." Then he jumped.

Lois stood there a moment before she realized what he just did. She was stunned in place before she ran towards the edge, screaming his name in horror. She looked down frantically, but the ground was empty of any bodies and it left her more than a little confused. "What the – "

"Hello there, Miss Lane," somebody said from behind.

She gasped in surprised. "Clark!" she wrapped her arms around him in relief and then lets him go, slapping him across the face. "Don't you ever scare the hell out of me like that again; that's what we do to other people, not to each other."

He grinned in delight. She was worried about his welfare.

"How did you do that?" she asked, realizing what just happened.

Clark pulled her in and carried her in his arms and suddenly, to Lois's surprise, they start hovering above ground.

She is speechless.

"No way!" she said, astonished.

"Are you scared?" he asked, worriedly.

"I am tripping out," she admits, her eyes gleaming with wonder and to his surprise, anything but fear.

Another hour passes…

"Let's get married"

Her eyes went wide as saucers. "You're crazy"

"Falling crazy in love with you, maybe. And if that's the case, I plead guilty," he smiled, making her melt. "We can go anywhere you want. Just name it, and we'll grab a compass and fly over there," he joked seriously.

She laughed out loud but she cuts it short when his face didn't change.

"You're really serious." She didn't know what else to say. "I…"

"Say yes"

The flashback ended, leaving Clark with so many unanswered questions. Lois had been accepting. She didn't look at him like a freak. She paid attention and allowed him to share every secret he kept hidden from the world. He did all that and she was still there to hear it all.

She didn't run away.

So what happened that made them forget? How could a wonderful night be erased so fast and without warning?

It all happened on a whim.

How could he allow himself to go that far with her?

And most of all, how could she?

Lois climbed the remaining two steps of the Kent's front porch. She woke up so early and that the only thing that she seemed unable to get out of her mind was Clark. She blamed it on the fact that they were married, even if she couldn't remembering marrying him in the first place.

DING… DONG… she rang the doorbell.

The screen door opened. "Lois?" Martha said, surprised to see the young lady. She opened the door to gesture her in. "You know you don't have to ring the doorbell to come inside. Our home is always welcomed for you"

For now, it is. Just wait till you find out I'm married to your son.

"How are you, dear? You don't look well," Martha asked, her concern always comes off natural. "Come on, I have some leftover soup in the fridge, I'll heat it up for you"

"Thanks, Mrs. Kent"

How could she have survived the first nineteen years without having Mrs. Kent in her life?

"Are you okay, Lois?"

She shook her head. "I've just had a lot on my mind," she explained, briefly.

"Well, if you need to talk, I'll always be here for you"

"I know," she said, grateful for the support. She's going to need it when she and Clark come clean to them. And it has to happen soon. "Is Clark around?"

"He came home last night, but he wasn't in his room when I called him this morning, he's probably out doing chores"

"Yeah, he's probably flying around the farm"

Martha looked surprised. "What?" The term 'flying' wasn't lost on her.

"Huh?" It appeared that the peculiar slip was lost on Lois.

Martha shook her head. "No, it's nothing," but she couldn't help but sense there was something amiss.

She'll have to discuss that with Clark when he gets back.

Clark walked up the steps to his loft. "Lois?" he called out, seeing her by the window, gazing out into the wide fields of Smallville.

"Hey," she looked up with a small smile.

"My mom said you were here"

"I couldn't sleep," she admitted suddenly. "I felt like driving. I'm not surprised I ended up here, though." She headed to the couch and sat down.

He takes a seat next to her. "How are you?"

She stood up, uncomfortable. "Okay, I guess"

Clark follows. "Is everything all right?" he asked, standing in close proximity to her again. He felt her tremble but made no attempt to address it. He didn't think she wanted him to.

Seconds became minutes, and the minutes felt like hours. He was getting impatient. He wanted to be with her, but the last thing he wanted to do was scare her away.

He cupped her face with his hands and pulled her in for a kiss. A sudden flood of emotions and memories start to flood back from the dark recesses of her mind, startling her away from him.

"I'm sorry, I shouldn't have done that"

She touched her lips, confused. She didn't know if she agreed with him.

"I'll leave you alone"

He starts to leave…

"Wait – "

Clark stopped and turned.

"You can fly?"

She remembered a lot but not all.

He flew them both back to Metropolis in 1/8 of the time it normally took to drive. They land on her terrace leaving Lois floored.

"Wow"

"Are you okay? I wasn't going too fast was I? I'm kinda new at this too"

"You were fine." She paused, adjusting her stance on the ground. "You're really an alien?"

He chuckled. Even Chloe has never said it like that. "Yeah," he replied, a little nervous. "Is that a problem?"

She shook her head. "Not particularly, no"

He nodded, relieved. "Good"

"But you – "

"I know. I look human"

On the contrary, "Actually, I was going to say 'you were raised in Kansas.' How did you get from your birth planet all the way to the corn capital of the world? If you don't mind me asking, my memories are kind of jumbled. How did we forget in the first place?" she asked, one after another without a break in between.

He shrugged, amused. "I don't really know why we couldn't remember. At first, I thought Jor-El had something to do with it"

"Jor-El?"

"My birth father"

"Isn't he dead?"

"He is"

Now she begins to think she's going a little bit insane.

He laughs. "Don't worry, you're not crazy. My father was a scientist on Krypton. He somehow created a computer that emulated his character"

"Oh." Because that made a lot more sense. "Right," she looked away from him, letting out a silent 'wow' again before facing him. "We actually went and got married," she said, chuckling.

"I really don't know what came over us, but I, but I liked it," he confessed, truthfully. "Being with you and just being around you. You confuse me, you know. You have this uncanny way of making me lose focus"

"I can't imagine that being a good thing"

He gives out a low chuckle. "But it was. It still is"

"I think we're moving a little too fast"

"I know," he slowly nodded. "But it feels right, doesn't it? Somewhere, deep inside, being together feels right"

"We're not even out of college yet"

"It's only been a couple of centuries, but people use to marry before they were even sixteen," he said with an honest smile.

"We can barely stand each other"

"Then why do we spend so much time together?" he challenged.

"Have you always been this astute?" she asked, playfully.

"Only when I'm with you"

Another look exchanged by one another sealed the deal.

They stumbled into her bedroom, their bodies tangled and lost in one another. If one of them doesn't stop this from going any further, there will be no going back. This time it's for real.

"We shouldn't do this"

She felt his lips near her neck. "I'm very well aware of that," she whispered, his arms tracing around her waist and pulling her against his body even tighter than before.

"So why are we?" he groaned in satisfaction.

She unbuckled his belt and worked diligently on the buttons of his pants. "Do you really need to ask?"

"Curious, that's all," he said, maneuvering her out of her blouse.

She pulled his pants down and he slightly tumbles out of them making her chuckle a bit while kissing him in between words. "I'm just trying… to release some… repressed sexual frustrations… and… since you're my husband… you've got… an… obligation"

He lifts his shirt off as soon as he was done taking off hers. "An obligation?" his lungs tighten with air after every touch.

God, she's beautiful.

She looks at him, everything suddenly went numb, their eyes lost in one another. A sea of blue and green mixing together, making a collage of colors.

"Are you sure about this?" he asked, lifting her up and bringing her closer to the bed, his hands cradling her in their grasp, her head on the pillow, his breath striking with hers, the sweet taste of lilac on his tongue.

"No," she gasped in delectation. "But I won't let that stop me"

He grinned, kissing her tenderly at the beginning, but as soon as they reached her bed. All intentions faded and all there was between them was each other.

"I don't want you to think… I'm taking advantage of – " she cuts him off with a kiss to his lips.

"Do you want to stop?" she asked, kissing him still.

"No," he admits, losing himself in her.

He then came inside of her and her thighs clenched around his waist, driving upward with every thrust. He lifted her back and they sat upright, his chest pressed against her breasts as they continued to rise into one another.

They gave no sound except for the gasping of air.

A moment later, they fell back, her head lying gently on his chest and his arms draped around her, brushing her hair with his fingers. They lay quietly with another for a while before one of them spoke.

"Do you think this was a mistake?" he asked, a large part of him fearful of her answer.

"I don't know," she answered, honestly, her own fingers tracing the curves of his well-maintained chest muscles.

It was better than 'no,' Clark thought.

"You're heart is beating fast," she observed with a slight smirk on her face.

He grinned in return. "Yours too."

He closed his eyes and concentrated, the beating of her heart thumped so clearly, even a stethoscope wouldn't hear it right. He kissed her forehead, driving a shiver down her spine. It wasn't bad. It was new.

"So now an annulment is really out of the question," he said.

She laughs, embarrassed. The look was often unfamiliar to him but at this moment, it engulfed him like he was in a never-ending dream.

Suddenly, the doors burst open and comes in Jonathan and Martha Kent.

The two young adults bolt upright. The covers carefully concealing any revealing body part. Lois turned beat red under the eyes of the adults she's come to see as her surrogate parents. Clark stared at his father, never backing down.

His parents are surprised.

"What the hell is going on here?" Jonathan bellowed, upset. Martha puts a reassuring hand on her husband's arm, a silent request to give them a chance to explain.

"We can explain," Lois said. She twisted her head. "Clark"

He narrowed his eyes to her. Always giving him the hard job. Clark looked between his parents, taking in a deep breath before answering just the same way he revealed it to Chloe a few days ago.

"Mom. Dad. Lois and I are married'

To be continued…