Chapter 3(Lois POV)

Oh God, please let Chloe by lying. Please let her burst out laughing and yell, "Gotcha!"

Ten to one she wasn't going to; ten to one it wasn't going to happen.

And why was it that I was always right!

Ignoring both Clark's and my horrified stares, Chloe waved her hand dismissively.

"Of course you guys wouldn't know! You didn't even think you could have kids! Isn't this great! I'm gonna be an aunt!"

Clark and I, for the first time in our lives, couldn't find anything to say.

Over a silent stretch of about thirty seconds, Chloe's face changed from radiant to puzzled.

"Are you guys ok? I thought you'd be happier. You've wanted kids for ages."

Clark's gaze flickered to me and then back to Chloe before standing up and walking over to and jerking open the hospital door.

"Chloe, could you excuse Lois and I for a few minutes? We have a few things to discuss."

Chloe frowned in confusion. "Uh…sure." She stood up heavily, waddled over to the door, and giving us a last suspicious glance, eased the door shut behind her.

I collapsed back onto the five or so pillows that were behind my head.

"Oh, God, Smallville, what're we gonna do?"

"I dunno," he said as he sighed and settled into the plastic chair he had previously been sitting in. "I just wanna know how we got here and how we're gonna deal with this.

"Well…I was probably brought in on an ambulance, considering I'm the one in the bed." I had no idea what I was talking about.

Clark's brow furrowed in concentration. "So maybe…the person not recieiving collapsing in pain because of the vision acts normal…or how they're supposed to act?"

Clark apparently didn't have a clue what he was talking about either, and in some sick, demented way, that made me feel better.

"Should we tell Chloe?"

Clark sighed again. "I dunno. What do you think?"

"You're asking my opinion? Wow. Very mature of you, Smallville."

"Well?"

"Huh? Oh, yeah…I think we should tell her."

"Ok," he said as he got up and walked over to the door.

"Wait!"

He turned to face me with an amused expression on his face. "What?"

"That's it? No 'I don't think we should' or 'That doesn't sound like a good plan?"

"Nope."

"Why?"

"Because I agree with you."

I stared.

Clark grinned as he opened the door, "Miracles do happen, Lois."

When Clark had opened the door half-way, Chloe tumbled in on him.

She straightened up quickly, hastily fixing her clothes.

"What's wrong with you guys? You're not acting normal. You're not gonna get a divorce, are you?"

I really didn't want to answer that right now, and from the look on Smallville's face, neither did he.

"Chlo, pull up a chair, will 'ya?" I asked her.

As she did, I rearranged my pillows so I sat up taller.

"Chlo, it's not our marital status that Smallville and I need to talk to you about…It's that…well, we don't…" I paused and looked to Clark for some backup. When all I got was an encouraging nod (which was not what I was going for), I continued. "We don't…remember anything."

Chloe frowned. "Anything of what?"

Finally Farmboy stepped in. "Anything of the last six years, give or take a few months."

Chloe choked. "What!"

Clark sighed. "We don't remember –"

"I heard you the first time!" Chloe snapped.

"Ok, ok," Clark said, throwing up his hands in a surrendering gesture.

"So…" I asked, albeit hesitantly, "You believe us?"

"Of course I believe you! If you guys were acting normal, you'd be ecstatic to know that you guys were going to be parents! God knows you've tried!"

I blanched. That was so incredibly nasty, and being the disgusting perverted teenager that I was, an onslaught of disturbing images flashed through my head.

Clark, however, looked worse off than me, as he was beating his head with his fists.

"Geez, Smallville! What're you trying to do, smash your head in?"

"No, he replied, stopping long enough from beating himself to give me a venomous look and said, "I'm trying to get you and this morning out of my head."

"Oh, God," Chloe said while rolling her eyes, "I forgot how much you guys got on each others' nerves when you were eighteen."

"Seventeen."

"Nineteen."

"Yeah," Chloe said, rolling her eyes again. "See what I mean? You guys were constantly at each others' throats back then…now….oh, you know what I mean."

We sat in silence for another five minutes, each trying to figure out the present situation.

"Hey, Chlo? How old are we?"

"Why?"

"Well…I dunno, maybe we have a job, or are we still in college? And Clark mentioned that I looked different….and he looks older a little bit…I was just curious, was all."

Chloe smiled. "We all three work at the Daily Planet, so you're out of college. Clark just had his 24th birthday, so you'll be 26 in about six months. So, yeah, I guess you would look older if you're stuck in your older counterparts bodies."

"So then are they stuck in ours?"

Chloe shrugged. "How am I supposed to know, Lois?"

"I dunno." Turning to Clark I asked, "If we're in our older counterparts bodies, why the vision?"

He shrugged. "Maybe it's permanent? Maybe there's no way we can go back, so some cosmic force is filling us in on our lives so we're not completely clueless, or maybe –"

Clark cut off in the middle of his sentence and cocked his head towards the door.

"What do you hear, Clark?" Chloe asked, edging up on her chair.

"Lex…he's at the end of the hall and –"

Chloe had lept up off her chair with amazing speed and agility for a pregnant woman, and hastily locked the door, closed the blinds, and turned out the room lights.

"Chloe, what?"

"Shut up!" Chloe hissed.

So we did.

A whole five minutes passed as we waited with baited breath (with Clark and I not knowing why) as the knob rattled, a shadow passed by the blinds, and a voice, Lex's voice, asking if anyone was 'in there'.

When he was finally gone, Chloe sighed, flicked back on the lights and receded back to her chair.

"Wow, Chlo, you move fast for a fat woman."

"Oh, shut up. You'll be as fat as me in a few months."

I sighed and settled myself back into the pillows. I really didn't want to think about that now. I mean, me, pregnant? No, not a chance. Yet, here I was. Pregnant. Guess there was a chance. And it was all Farmboy's fault.

I turned to tell him this, but the expression on his face stopped me.

He looked as if he couldn't breathe, and his eyeballs were popping out of his head. The odd thing was, tough, that he was staring at Chloe.

"Hey, Smallville, breathe," I said.

I turned to Chloe to see her reaction to all this, but she conveniently was picking lint off of her pants.

"How'd you know?" Clark finally choked out.

"Know what?" I knew Chloe was lying, and I didn't have a clue what they were talking about.

"How'd you know…my…you know."

"No, I can't say that I do."

"Oh, come on, Chloe! You know exactly what I'm talking about!"

"Do I though?"

"Yes! Of course you do!"

"Oh, shut up, both of you! Now, what the hell are you talking about?" I asked, frustrated.

"Clark's super hearing, that's what!"

There was a silence all of ten seconds until I burst out in laughter. "That's good, Chloe, that's real good!"

Seeing their disturbingly serious faces, my laughter died away.

"You're not kidding, are you?"

Chloe grimaced and shot a fleeting glance at Clark, whose face was steadily growing redder, and then back to me again.

She gulped. "Oh shit."

I took that as a 'no'.

A/N: Wow that was a long time coming….anyway, hope you guys enjoy!