Author's Notes: This story will work like an episode, but it's focused entirely on Lois. First part is the Prologue, followed by Four Acts, and then finally a conclusion, so don't expect a long drawn-out dozen or so chapters. lol I can't handle that kind of pressure anymore. As for everyone that's responded, thank you for taking the time. You're all awesome. Rap, good to see you. And dlz, I do read the comics and I'm a big fan of all the live action Superman incarnations, so they definitely appear in the writing more so than I realize. I get a kick out of following certain parts of continuity.

Act 1

When he left, it took me a couple of minutes to pick myself off the floor. I must've looked like a scared little child, and I think that actually bothers me more than being in this out-of-character dream of mine.

With that thought in mind, I figured it wouldn't hurt to finally take a look around. The bedroom was spacious; furniture was contemporary looking with a hint of history.

Taking several steps forward, my attention drifts to a framed photo of myself and Clark on the bedside table. I'm riding his back in a flying-like position, and we were both smiling.

For a dream, this place was really detailed.

I picked up the framed photo and traced myself with my forefinger. I'm not sure how I'm supposed to feel about it.

Despite that, I had to admit we actually look pretty good together.

Sadly, it still doesn't explain why I'm dreaming of a life with Clark of all people. Don't the Gods realize that there's no possible way me and the farmboy would ever get together in my lifetime let alone any other?

What has my subconscious gone to?

I finally make my way out of the bedroom and I'm greeted with a damn good looking apartment. Condo. Penthouse, maybe. I don't know, it just looks really great. Expensive too. This may be a weird dream but at least we've got style.

Then I feel a gush of wind behind me making me shiver slightly when I felt two arms snake around my waist.

"How are you feeling?" he whispered near my ear which was followed by a kiss right on my bare right shoulder.

It was Clark.

I turn to face him, and I hope to God that I masked my surprise. "I'm - uh - better," I lied. Normally, I'd ask what was going on, but I already had an idea, and since this is a dream, it wouldn't hurt to follow along.

I felt him hold me tighter and I feel warm in his embrace. Some questions though didn't escape my thoughts. How did he get back so fast, I didn't even see him come through the door? A part of me is beginning to question this dream; nothing here seems to make sense to me at all.

And if this really was a dream, why did it feel so real?

"Maybe you should call in sick tomorrow, you seem tired lately. I'm sure Perry won't mind that you take a couple of days off."

"Perry?"

Who the hell is Perry?

"The Planet won't fall into bankruptcy because its star reporter misses a few days," he said with a smirk and then another kiss, this time, it was on my lips. It went by so quickly, I didn't have a chance to react.

"Reporter?"

I'm a reporter.

Working at the Daily Planet.

No way!

"Come on," he said, lifting me up off the floor like I weighed nothing. He led me to the bedroom and hoped we're not going to do what I think we're going to do. "Get some rest. I'll go make some hot cocoa while you take it easy."

I relaxed, and then I assess what just happened and I'm amazed by the display of patience in his actions, and adoration, or is that love in his eyes. Surely, my actions were out of character for him.

This has to be a dream.

The Clark Kent that I know doesn't have those kind of qualities. The farm boy I know spends most of his time whining about what he doesn't have. The boy I know is 'not quite' the man that I see before me.

And this man...

This other Clark Kent...

He's damn well attractive and that's throwing me off.

Then suddenly, the weirdest feeling took over me and my eyes felt like it was being drawn shut, I must've been more tired than I thought.

Slowly, I let the comfort of the bed and the situation I find myself awkwardly in drift away.

My eyes snap back open and I realize I'm right where I left off.

Sleeping on a bed I don't ever recall sharing with a man I know I don't even like, romantically that is...

In an apartment I'm unfamiliar with...

Living a life I never dreamed of...

And no answers to any of my questions...

Typical.

I placed a hand to my forehead, making sure I didn't have a fever or something. "Ugh. How long have I been out?" I say to myself.

"A few hours," a woman's voice answered.

Startled, I turned to see a familiar face looking back at me.

"CHLOE!" I exclaimed, launching myself off the bed and into her arms.

She laughed. "Wow! The last time you hugged me like this was in Smallville when you and Clark rescued me after you thought I was dead."

I pull away and it leaves me thinking this is a running joke that I'm not aware of.

"Last time? It's only been like... eighteen months."

She raised her eyebrows, not out of curiosity but out of concern.

"Lois. That was five years ago."

My jaw drops, processing the new information and wondering gravely why I would be dreaming about a future. Emphasis on the 'a' and not 'the' future. "I'm just saying," I try to recover, but she more or less bought it. I tried something else. "What are you doing here?"

"Clark called me this morning, he said maybe you've been stressed lately and asked me to come over. Now that I'm here, I think he's right."

I roll my eyes. I'm actually not in the least stressed but I am a litte freaked out about what's happening.

"It's just - something - I probably ate."

"Or drank," added my cousin.

I send her a pointed glare but she only smirks in return.

Have I gone soft too?

She smiled. "In any case, Clark called in sick for you. You need to relax. Crime can be exposed on another day. In the meantime, I need to do some errands and you need to get some more rest."

"What?" I start to complain. It all seems to come together now. It's pretty obvious that Clark and I have some kind of relationship. I work for the Daily Planet as a reporter with a Perry something. And while I don't know what Chloe did now, judging by how well-dressed she is in her business suit, I say pretty well.

Then there's Clark. I guess he's a fireman or something, why else would he be running off at 2am in the morning to stop a fire?

"You'll be fine," she assured, giving me a quick hug before leaving.

I watched her exit through the front door and I look around, sighing. I dropped myself on the sofa, lifting one leg to rest on the coffee table and feeling totally beat. It wasn't until I see something sparkling in my left hand.

There I realized...

Oh my God.

"We're married."

To be Continued...