Title: Awake
Author: Nadia Mack
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: Lois experiences another life, except that life is actually her own.
Author's Notes: You know, I often write stories, especially time travel ones that's in Clark's POV. He's often the one experiencing the change or the phenomenon. Well, I thought this time, I'll put Lois in the same situation, except this time it's future Clark that knows Lois is his wife while Lois is going a bit crazy at the fact that she's married to the farm boy. lol. It's a lot more amusing in my head than in a summary.

Prologue

Tonight, I took the bus heading towards Smallville after spending the weekend with my cousin Chloe in Metropolis. It was a good way to save up on gas, and while I begrudginly admits only to myself -- to this day -- I'm amazed at how much the town has grown on me.

Just then, we passed the Welcome to Smallville sign and the bus skidded off the road without warning, taking all the passengers seated on the left to fly straight to the right, knocking a few passengers unconscious.

I included.

The last memory I recalled was the sight of a green rock portruding beneath the dirt besides me, the entire bus lay completely on its side.

All suddenly faded into blackness when I quickly jerked awake, confused.

My heart was beating fast as I lay under the covers. I've been sweating too and my breathing wasn't as great either. At first I thought I was in the hospital but when I blinked a few times and noticed that there wasn't any medical equipment around, I figured perhaps I'm at some kind of recovery ward.

Or maybe it was just a dream.

Dreaming certainly became the obvious conclusion when I felt another presence stir besides me. I gulped when I realized I wasn't alone.

I jumped out of bed, dazed and confused.

"What the hell?" I whispered, thinking maybe I've gone crazy or something.

Apparently, I whispered too loud and the figure on the bed sat up looking for something. If this is a dream - a very elaborate and vivid dream - twenty bucks say that this guy is looking for me.

"Lois," he said softly.

It's too bad no one can pay me in this dream.

I stare at him in bewilderment. What was I suppose to do now? I still couldn't see him in the dark but his voice sounded very familiar. Despite not being able to see him clearly, as soon as he moved out of bed, I could see by the outline of his nice build that he worked out regularly.

He kneeled down before me, touching my cheek and I'm surprised at how soft and caring he is. 'Who the heck is this guy' and 'why am I here' were still the questions that plagued my mind at the moment.

"Honey, are you okay?" he asked, concern evident in his voice.

"Huh?" Not the greatest response, but I couldn't exactly think clearly at these conditions.

And his voice again. It sounded so familiar but I couldn't quite peg where I've heard it before. And did he just call me honey? "I don't know," I finally added.

"Bad dream?"

"I'm not quite sure yet," I answered. It was the only answer I could give without being dishonest. I feel so confused. I didn't know where I was and I wasn't quite sure who this man in front of me is, all I know for sure is that whatever is happening, it's happening out of my control.

And if there was anything that I absolutely detested - it's not being in control.

I hate that.

Suddenly, I felt his lips on my forehead softly followed by a whisper, "It's gonna be okay," and I jerk back in response. Who did he think he is doing that?

"Lois," he repeated, concern still in his voice. He got up and reached under one of the side lamps, turning it on. The light illuminated the room softly, revealing the man in front of me.

The first thing my eyes could focus on was his bare feet. Then I slowly lift my eyes and head up from his blue sweat pants to his shirtless torso. I swallowed hard, not expecting that kind of reaction coming from me. And then I look up, meeting his familiar blue gaze when I realized, and I mean realized who this man is before me.

I could only stare now.

He made his way back to me but this time I don't flinch.

I couldn't, I'm practically in shock.

This is what someone being in shock must feel like.

I was literally non-reactive. I wanted to pounce every question swerving in my mind at him at the moment. Why am I here? Why were we there together? Since when did he start calling me honey? Where in God's name am I? Too many questions, not enough physical ability to ask it.

I didn't know what was happening, and what scares me the most is that I'm not running away from this. My body is still firmly resting on the floor just staring at him.

Staring at a half-dressed Clark Kent, the farmboy from Kansas.

"Sweetheart, you're kind of scaring me here. Do you feel okay?" He looked straight at me, first to my head and then down my body. I didn't know why he was staring at me like he was looking into me or something. I try to cover myself with my arms, realizing then that I was wearing nothing but lingerie.

First honey, now sweetheart. Add myself and clothing from Victoria Secret and I'm beginning to get a clearer picture of what kind of dream this was.

I'm dubbing this as the weirdest dream I've ever had.

Seriously.

"You don't have any internal injuries," he said in a factly manner and I couldn't help but look at him oddly. How would he know that in the first place? Is he a doctor in this dream? Clark a doctor, now that's a probability that's not likely to happen, even in a dream.

"I'm fine," I manage to say, but the confused expression on my face probably gave something away.

"Honey, your heart is racing."

There he goes with the honey again. What is up with that? And how could he possibly know that my heart is beating fast? It couldn't be that loud. Could it? I look down to my chest trying to hear it myself. I must look like an idiot doing that.

"I think I need a glass of water."

It happened so fast that I didn't even know it happened. I didn't even blink and he already had a glass of water in his hands. He hands it to me. It was cold too.

"Uh... thank you."

This whole situation isn't working out to her advantage. Not only is this the weirdest dream she's ever had, it's the crappiest one too. She couldn't control anything.

As I take a sip, his head snapped up, looking out the window. He looked back at me with a mixture of urgency and concern. "There's a fire a couple of miles from here, I've got to go." He kneeled back down to me. "Will you be okay?"

Like I would really know.

"Yes?" I answer, and to my relief, he nods.

"I'll be right back."

There's a life threatening fire going on and he'll be right back. Who did he think he is? What does he do? And for the upteenth time, why am I here again?

And without even blinking, he disappeared in a swoosh of air and I had to say to myself...

"What kind of dream is this?"

To be Continued...