Chapter 2(Clark POV)

The warm smell of coffee wafted up to my nose as I walked down the stairs to find my mom and dad already sitting at the kitchen table, along with Lois. It seemed my mom had already been up and made coffee. I thanked God. If Lois had tried to make coffee, she would have probably burned the house down, not to mention how horrible it would have tasted.

I waked over to the coffee maker and poured myself a mug. Once I had taken a gulp and let the caffeine seep into my system, I felt more alive and awake than I ever had after five minutes.

"Maybe I should follow Lois' advice more often," I mumbled to myself.

It took me a second to fully appreciate what I had said. "Nope, nope, definitely not. What on Earth was I thinking?"

"Talking to yourself, Smallville?"

I smiled at Lois' question. "You have no idea Lois."

When I turned I saw that Lois had her head buried in the Daily Planet morning edition. My parents, on the other hand were staring at me as if they had no clue who I was.

"What'd I do?" I asked my parents bewildered faces.

"Why are you drinking coffee?" my mom asked.

"Uh…'cause I'm tired maybe?" I asked sarcastically.

"Wow, Smallville's actually got a comeback for once," Lois snarked, completely out of the blue.

I held my hands up in a questioning gesture, but Lois had already gone back to reading.

As I moved to the empty seat beside Lois, I switched my gaze back to my parents, and I noticed they were still staring.

"What!" I asked defensively.

"Clark…you haven't drank coffee since you were eighteen. And you rarely needed it then," my mom told me.

My dad chuckled "Don't be so hard on him, Martha. Our lovebirds probably had a very fatiguing night last night."

I choked on my coffee. I couldn't help it. I mean come on! How could my parents be perfectly fine with this!

While I was choking on my coffee, I noticed Lois had spewed hers all over her paper.

I looked over to my dad to see what his reaction was (he always read the morning paper), but all he did was chuckle again and say, "Good thing I already read it."

My mother had a quizzical appearance on her face (what was this, happy quiz day!) and I rushed to explain our…er…odd behavior. It seemed as if we were perfectly fine with this, where ever we were, and it was now that we were acting odd.

"Oh, no, we wouldn't do that with you guys around."

My mom was about to reply when my dad cut in.

"Son, we were in Metropolis last night. We just got back this morning." My dad chuckled again. I hadn't seen him this happy in years. "And besides, it's perfectly normal for couples to have sex. Trust me, I know."

I was on the verge of choking again (Lois looked that way, too) when my super hearing zeroed in on two cell phones ringing upstairs in my bedroom. I didn't recognize either ring, so figuring either weren't mine, I sat there staring into my mug until –

"Clark, Lois, aren't you guys going to answer those?" my dad asked. (It appearing my hearing hadn't been turned on as I thought it had.)

But I never got the chance.

Both Lois and I had gotten up from the table, and when I turned to let Lois pass me, my hand slipped to the small of her back. I felt a fleet sense of déjà vu, but before I could delve any further in the matter, Lois pitched forward onto the floor, her hands clutched to her head, her face screwed up in a look of pain.

I collapsed beside her, frantic.

"Lois? Lois, come on." I shifted her rigid body so that she was cradled in my lap. I supported her head with my hands, running over all the possibilities. Could Geoff's paralysis power still be affecting her? Maybe something had happened in the tractor trailer that I didn't know about. But we were supposed to be in 2011, so they wouldn't have taken six years to reoccur…would they?

I banished all this from my head for the time being and turned all my attention toward Lois. I hadn't noticed until now, albeit her pain stricken face, how truly beautiful she was.

Her hair was draped over her eyes, and as I went to move it, my hand brushed against her cheek and suddenly I wasn't seeing her face anymore.

I was in a library that was completely deserted except for the table next to me where three people, a guy and two girls, were sitting. The guy had black hair; the taller girl had light brown hair, while the shorter girl had hair identical to Chloe's.

Speaking of Chloe…I turned to I could see the blonde's face. It was Chloe. Or, at least someone who looked like her down her last eyelash.

"Hey Smallville."

"Lois?" I frowned and turned. "What're you doing here?"

"I could ask you the same thing."

"So you don't know?"

"All I know is that we're here and we're there, but older." She pointed to the people. "Oh, and they can't hear us. I tried that."

"Ok…so what now? And you do realize that Chloe's here, right?"

"Of course I do. I just said that."

"No, you didn't. You said we were there, also, implying that it was just me and you."

"Smallville, she's my cousin. Of course I'm gonna notice her. God, you're so annoying."

There was a lapse in our conversation for a few minutes until I asked – "So you don't know why we're here?"

"Geez, Smallville, what are you, a broken record? You just asked that."

"No, I asked why you were here."

Lois rolled her eyes. "Yeah, well, despite the wording change to annoy me, I still don't know.

I turned my back on her and turned my attention back to the trio sitting at the table.

"So….maybe….we're in an alternate universe?" I speculated.

"Maybe," Lois said. "Or maybe someone's showing us what we're gonna miss…."

Lois and I paused to think about what she said. Then we both said together – "Nah."

We turned our attention back to…well…us. They had stopped working and were now laughing silently, due to the fact that there was no sound. It was overwhelming.

Lois and I shared a companionable silence for another five minutes (which was rare in itself, as one of was always talking, it seemed).

Then –

"No, no, Chloe that's not it at all!"

My eyes widened (and when I glanced over at Lois, I saw her eyes were narrowed). Why had the sound chosen to come on at this random time?

"No, I promise Clark! That's exactly how it went!"

The older Lois laughed again and started to gather her papers and proceeded to stuff them into her backpack and said, "I'll see you guys tomorrow. I've got an eight o'clock class tomorrow."

Both Chloe and I said bye as she walked out.

As the library door closed behind her, the other Clark picked a piece of paper off of the floor that had been on Lois' side of the table.

"I'm gonna go run this to Lois," he told Chloe, who was already immersed in her text book again.

Her only response was a 'Mmm' and as soon as she did, he started to run for the exit.

"C'mon!" Lois said from behind me, grabbing my shirt sleeve and pulling from behind me.

"Lois, what?"

"Well, Chloe's just gonna sit there, isn't she? And besides, we need to follow us. That'll probably be where we're supposed to be."

As I was about to respond, I heard Chloe mutter something significantly like 'hormonal'. I didn't have a clue what she was talking about.

But oh boy was I about to find out.

Lois and I burst into the hall just behind the alternate me. To our surprise the older Lois was waiting for us…him…oh, whatever.

"Hey," she greeted the other Clark, as she took the paper from him. "What took you so long?"

"It didn't really take me that long."

"Yeah, I know. We just haven't had time alone in a couple of days."

Time alone! He stepped closer to her, forcing her to back up against the wall. He lowered his head to hers. My eyes opened to the size of saucers and my mouth was open in a horrificized expression. I was momentarily distracted (thank God!) by a gagging sound next to me, and when I turned to see what it was, I saw Lois struggling not to throw up.

I came back into the pair's conversation just as Lois' hand grabbed Clark's collar, which put their faces even closer, if that was even possible.

"You talk too much," she whispered to him. Now I knew what Chloe had been talking about.

It looked as if they were about to make out (in which, I would have gagged, and Lois really would have thrown up) when the door behind us eased open and the other Lois and the other me sprang apart. They hurriedly fixed their clothes into a normal position before the door had even opened fully. It looked as if they did this everyday; a fact that scared me.

Chloe appeared from behind the door, a book in one hand, a cell phone in the other. She stuck a hand out blindly, but somehow managed to get it into Clark's hand in a matter of seconds.

"Pete's on the phone," she told him before slipping back into the room full of books.

Clark gave his Lois a look that I couldn't read and raised the phone to his ear.

"Hey Pete," he said into the phone, still looking at his Lois. "Yeah, sure, no problem. Yeah, we'll just fly down there." My eyes widened. I could fly? "I need to pay my parents a visit anyway. Sure thing, Pete. Yeah, see ya."

"What'd Pete want?" his Lois asked after the other Clark had hung up.

"To see if we could baby-sit this weekend." Pete had a kid?

"Clark, you know I'm not good with kids."

"Yeah, well I figured since that we're getting married soon, you could use the practice," he said, twisting an engagement ring that was on Lois' finger.

"Are we having kids anytime soon?"

"Wasn't planning on it."

"Then why do I need the practice?"

"Yeah, well, accidents do happen," Clark said, waggling his eyes suggestively.

"Cool it, Macho; we don't even know if you can have kids yet."

His mood immediately sobered. "Yeah, I know."

"Oh, God, Clark, I'm sorry," she said as she drew him into a hug. "That was insensitive of me."

"Don't worry about it, Lo'."

Everything was silent for a few minutes until my Lois asked, "You think we should know the date or something?"

"Why? If this is an alternate –"

"I don't think it is."

"Then what is it?"

"I think we're stuck in the future, and seeing our future selves past."

"And how does that make sense?"

"When has anything in Smallville made sense?"

I gave her a defeated nod.

She grinned and asked, "So now you know I'm right, how are we going to find a date?"

"Well…we could always ask the next person who walks by."

Lois rolled her eyes. "God Smallville, I didn't know how smart you were until now."

"Ok, fine, Lois. I'll try and act mature."

"Thank you. Now, where are we going to find that date?"

"Do you put the date on your school papers?"

"Yeah, why?"

I zoomed in on Lois' writing on her school paper. Just under her name and class (which, to my surprise, was journalism) was the date.

"Because," I said, replying to her question, "It says January 6th, 2008."

Lois looked at me with a vaguely impressed look on her face.

"What?"

"You can see that far?"

"Uh…yeah…"

"What'd you do, eat a whole carrot garden?"

"Uh…something like that…"

I was grateful when all Lois said was a 'Huh' and let it drop at that.

The couple in front of us finally loosened their grip on each other and Clark buried his head in his fiancée's hair.

"Thanks Lois," he said. "I love you."

Lois smiled. "Love you too, Smallville. Walk me to the door?"

It was my alternate's turn to smile, although it looked a little strained. "Absolutely."

He slipped his hand into Lois' and walked her to the end of the hall where the door leading to the outside was. He hugged her again briefly before opening the door to the outside.

"Love you, Lois."

Lois frowned quickly, but covered it up with a smile. "Love you too, Smallville."

He quickly pecked her on the cheek and placed his hand on the small of her back as she walked out of the hall.

Everything started to fade as I watched him brace himself against the wall. While he slid down the wall, I watched him sigh and run his hands through his hair before everything faded to white.

My vision came back to see hair. Light brown hair. I raised my head an inch to see who it belonged to.

It was Lois'. All I needed to know now was if we were naked.

Before I had a chance to find out Chloe's voice startled me into full alertness. Then I noticed that we were in Smallville General Hospital, and that I was sitting in a chair next to Chloe, and thankfully, not naked.

"Hey, you're awake."

"Hey Chloe."

My eyes darted down to her stomach. It was unusually swollen…my eyes widened as I realized that she was pregnant.

My eyes were drawn back up to her face when she said, "Everything's fine. The doctors don't even know what caused her to collapse like that, but they do know that Lois and the baby will be fine."

My eyes expanded to the size of watermelons and Lois' hoarse voice behind me asked the question I was too freaked out to ask.

"Baby?"

A/N: WOW! I managed it! Woot woot! So there's chapter 2. It took up 8 pages on word, and I actually liked this story…I would do personal thanks to my reviewers, but it's like 11 where I'm at and I'm about to fall asleep. So thanks to all that reviewed, and if you've got any questions, feel free to ask! Oh, and another note, when Clark is talking to Lois in the previous chapter about the calendar, it is supposed to say 'Why does the calendar read 2011, Lois?' but it didn't.