Author's Notes: It was a riot playing around with the parent's here. Clark's gonna get it. LOL! Thanks everyone for your thoughtful and to-the-point responses. I want to make this story as simple as possible.

Chapter 7: Dire Explanations

Sometime in the evening, Martha and Jonathan were working in the kitchen when they see a figure rise above the farmhouse. It took a moment for the shock to wear off when the two realize that it was Clark, their son, floating in midair.

And shocking of all.

He wasn't alone. Lois was in his arms.

When they bolted out of the house and call for them, the two were already gone. The only thing in their minds now was getting to Clark, so they drove to Metropolis immediately in hopes they could catch them in the city.

"Let me get this straight," Jonathan said, pacing tiredly in front of the kids while he sorts everything out. Martha was behind him, close by. He looked directly at his son. "Not only did you decide to tell Lois abut yourself without consulting your mother and I, but you flew to Europe, got married, loose your memories, you get them back, and now you two are married again?"

Jonathan could hear his wife sigh behind him. It was definitely a lot to take in, and in their old age, it proved almost fatal.

Lois remained sitting upright besides Clark on the couch, hands clasped tightly together, keeping her mouth shut until Mr. and Mrs. Kent were finished. She didn't want to be the catalyst that caused Mr. Kent's volcano to erupt. Then again, they were way past that already.

"It's not as bad as you think, dad"

"Oh, really. Not bad, huh? You two got married!" he reminded them.

"Jonathan, please, lower your voice. A heart attack isn't going to do any one of us a favor"

"Don't tell me you're okay with this, Martha," he said, pointedly.

"I'm not, but they're not kids anymore." She looked at both Lois and Clark maternally. "What were you two thinking?"

Clark breathed.

Lois stayed quiet.

"It just happened, okay," Clark replied, exhausted.

"Son," Jonathan tried again. "Getting…" he paused, momentarily forgetting that Lois knew about where he came from and what he could do. He continued. "Getting your powers, those things just happened. Wearing red-kryptonite for the first time; that just happened. Lois running down Shelby in the middle of the night…" Lois throws him a 'what the heck' look. "That just happens," he completed, not noticing.

"What you're father is trying to say Clark is – " Martha said but Jonathan interrupts.

"You two GOT married!" he said distinctly. "That doesn't just happen." He takes a seat in the lazy boy chair.

"She's not a stranger," Clark argued.

"She wasn't exactly your girlfriend either, Clark," Jonathan reminded him.

Lois grinned. "Mr. Kent has a point"

Clark glared at her. She speaks for the first time and she's on their side. Typical wife action.

"O-kay," Lois said, inaudibly. "Sorry"

"You two need to start from the beginning," Jonathan insisted.

Lois's eyes popped open. "From…"

"… the beginning," Clark finished.

Martha was feeling bad by the way her husband was interrogating the kids, so she jumped in to help out.

"Why don't Lois and I talk together and you can talk with Clark," Martha recommended to her husband, pleading with her eyes to give them a little break. Jonathan reluctantly agrees.

Lois and Clark both sighed in relief.

Lois and Martha remained inside the apartment while Jonathan and Clark occupied the balcony. Divide and conquer, that's what Lois thought, making her panic just a little bit. This was ten times worst than being punted out of college.

"Mrs. Kent," Lois spoke aloud, not really knowing where to begin. She smiled sheepishly all of the sudden. "I don't know what to say"

Martha's face softens at the young woman's shy demeanor. She had always regarded Lois as the daughter she never had, and that hasn't changed.

"How are you, Lois?" Martha asked, concerned.

Lois shrugged. "Okay, I guess"

"Only okay?"

"Happy. Overwhelmed. Confused, even," Lois answered the best she could without sounding completely inept.

"About Clark?"

"About the situation"

Martha understood more than anyone else how she felt.

"It's hard for me to believe that you could be this irresponsible, son." Jonathan voiced out his concerns without hesitation.

"So you keep reminding me," he replied bitterly.

Despite being a lot taller than him, whenever his father got angry, he becomes this imposing disciplinary figure that towers over Clark's relatively tall frame.

"No, don't give me that tone. You are still my son – "

"And it's my life"

Back inside the apartment, Lois and Martha are sitting on the couch watching Titanic on the HBO Channel. The two ladies cry over Doritos and ice-cream.

"Isn't Jack handsome?" Martha asked, watching Leonardo DiCaprio's Jack Dawson run across the Titanic's rear deck, screaming out into the ocean, yelling 'I'm the king of the world….'

"I have a soft spot for Billy Zane," Lois revealed.

She scoops a spoonful of ice cream. "How long do you think they're going to be out there?" she said to Martha as she looked back towards the terrace.

Her mother-in-law shrugged. "Give them time, they're bound to agree to disagree before the night is over"

The two chuckles, looking back on the screen.

"We were safe, in every aspect, I promise," Clark assured, uncomfortably. He was forced to explain to his father everything. How one thing led to another and the next thing either of them knew, they were married.

"So you're sure it wasn't any kind of possession, right? Because, that's happened before, and I wouldn't be surprised if it happened again"

"I'm telling you the truth. Lois and I were conscious and ourselves when we made those decisions"

"And you expect me to believe that it took a moment of clarity for the two of you to realize you loved each other"

"Actually, we don't know yet," he hesitantly stated.

"What?" Jonathan said in frustration. "Tell me you two didn't get married for the hell of it? Or even the sex – "

"DAD!"

"What do you want me to say, son?" Jonathan returned, equally mortified.

"That idiot!" Lois growled at the television set. "All he had to do was slow down. Stupid Captain"

Martha laughed. "Well, now he's going to pay for it. There's nothing we can do, Lois"

"Yeah, but still…" she complained childishly, making Martha chuckle once more.

"How do you think our boys are doing?" inquired Martha.

"I don't hear anyone screaming"

"Well that's good," Martha said.

"Lois and I will figure this out. Please, trust us about this"

"You're my son. I'll always worry over you, that's never going to change. I would never want it too"

"I know that"

"Let's go back inside and discuss this with your mother – "

"And Lois"

"I know, I was just getting to her. You know, son, I really do like Lois. She's a good girl"

Clark smiled for the first time since he and his father started this conversation, or argument, depending on which part of the confrontation you happen to spot.

"She's amazing"

Clark entered the apartment with his dad following close behind. The lights were off and the television was blaring. Their wives sitting together, Martha's arms hugging Lois closely as the scene on the television screen showed a big boat sinking.

They realized the two ladies were crying.

"Lois!" Clark scolded.

"Martha!"

The two women looked up with watery eyes.

"Hi, sweetheart," Martha said. "Everything okay?"

Lois looked at Clark and merely shrugged and sniffed. "Rose didn't want Jack to let go," she said, sadly.

Clark merely shook his head, grinning profusely. What was he going to do with her.

To be continued…

Author's End Notes: HA! I didn't end it with a cliffhanger. Take that!