Author's Notes: I write far too much in short periods of time, but I'm glad you all are liking it. You all are phenomenal.

Act 2

I'm staring at the ring. And I stare. And I stare. Then I stare some more. I remove it from my finger and placed it in the middle of the table, and I look at it like it wasn't from this world. Nothing that's happening to me is making any sense and I'm beginning to worry for my sanity.

"Why is this happening to me?"

No one but me was home, so I was glad for the quiet company. Never have I needed it more than now. I tap the ring on the table on its left and right, I remember everything about my life, who I am and where I was born. I could even give you a sixty-second autobiography verbally if you wanted to hear it, but I couldn't remember this.

This never happened.

I'm married to Clark, the possibility alone was absurd.

"Breathe, Lois. Breathe."

Nothing's been normal since I woke up in this place. I don't know what to think. Am I even capable of rationalizing this entire event?

My thoughts were cut short when something started buzzing a few ways away. I look over and notice that it was a cell phone. Since I'm the only one here, it's probably mine. I walk over there and flip it open, saying "Hello."

"Meet me at the corner of Cicero and Damon in half an hour." Click. That was it.

"Jesus!" I say to the cell with as much distaste as my situation. "I'm not even gonna ask what that was about." Then after a moment's consideration and the boring afternoon that I see myself having, I changed my mind.

So I made my way to the corner of Cicero and Damon. It wasn't hard, really. I know this city just as well as I know Smallville. You have no idea how relieved I am to learn that I live in Metropolis. It's about the only thing that hasn't changed in front of my eyes.

I glanced at my watch, noting that it's five after the hour I was called on.

This sucks.

I hate people with no punctuality, especially when they're the one who made the schedule.

Come to think of it, this entire circumstance seems fishy. I'm beginning to think I've been duped. "Gah!" I slap my forehead. Just because I'm in some warped alternate reality dream or something, doesn't mean my common sense had to disappear along with it.

I turn to leave when…

"Hold it right there, Miss Lane." I felt the cold blade of a knife on the base of my throat. How could I be so stupid? "Nice of you to come by."

"Yeah. Well." I chuckled. "You know me." He orobably knew me better than I know myself.

"You think this is a joke."

"I honestly don't." I gulped, the knife nowhere near going away. It's beginning to annoy me. "That's uh - a strong grip you got there." What else am I going to do? I'm certainly not going to curl up and beg like some child.

"You're boyfriend can't save you now."

Despite having my life threatened, I had to raise my eyebrows at that one. "Umm…" I hold my left hand out. "I'm married." Wiggling my fingers. "See."

I felt his knife press harder onto my throat. Any minute now, I don't think I'm going to make it.

This is a crappy dream.

Swoosh! I fell knee first to the ground, and it took me a moment to regain my newfound lease in life to look up. The man that had me by the throat was nowhere in my line of sight until I saw a pair of legs dangling just above me.

I stare blankly at the figure hovering above me, my mind was gone of all thoughts.

I just stared.

Blue.

Red.

Yellow.

Cape.

Red cape?

I blinked a few times just to make sure I was looking at what I think I'm looking at. It was a man. Flying. A man flying above me, holding the man who tried to gut me by the collar with one hand out effortlessly.

"This. Has got. To be. A dream."

Then, the flying man flies away. Before I'm taken out of my trance, he reappears again in an almost blinding speed.

"Lois. Are you all right?" his voiced was filled with concern. I stood as he wrapped his arms around me and I'm standing there, unmoved but very much conscious of what was happening.

His embrace felt so familiar.

His voice I've heard somewhere before.

This is all too much for me to comprehend. Here's a man that can fly and he's holding me as if I belonged to him or something.

"Umm… yeah."

'Yeah'? What is that? I couldn't believe that was all I could say. I feel so inept all of the sudden.

He moved his head back and I finally get a good look of his face. His facial features screamed familiarity and this time, I couldn't hold back my surprise. I know this man. I was with him this morning.

"Clark?"

"I was worried," he says. I'll take that as confirmation. He continued. "I thought you were staying in today. You should be getting rest."

All right. As amazing and mind-blowing seeing Clark dressed so patriotically and um... not gonna go there, but also that little tiny big fact that he can fly, I don't like being told what to do. Even my father knew not to go that far with me.

"I'm not helpless."

"He could've killed you," he says, his voice sounding strained and still very much filled with concern. "I don't know what I would do if anything happened to you." He leaned down and kissed me and I find myself reciprocating despite knowing better.

It's obvious even to me that there are pros and cons to living in this world, but until I start understanding some things, I'm going to be fighting it every step of the way.

Still…

It doesn't hurt to play along.

"Let's go home." He picked me up about the same was as before and slowly, we floated off the ground until we were way up in the air.

I was caught so off-guard, I looked down on the city of Metropolis below me in complete and utter awe. This is not possible.

"Lois. I'm worried. You haven't been the same since last night," he says, taking me out of my thoughts as he flew me across the city. "Do you want to talk about it?"

I look at him and I forget who he was and just let myself get lost in who he is now. It's strange, really. It feels so much different being in his arms than it is being in the presence of the farm boy she knew.

Could he really fly?

Did he get affected by the meteor rocks as well? It would definitely explain why he always showed up to save the day just in the nick of time - but then again, could it all really be possible?

I've asked far too many questions is such a short span of time since waking in this place, I'm giving myself a serious headache just thinking about it.

"You really are amazing."

He smiled that familiar smile and for a moment, I felt he was real. He kissed my forehead and then I felt us slowly descend onto a... ourterrace.

My feet touched the ground and for another briefmoment I almost felt like I lost some equilibrium, but I regained my composure before it became too obvious. Clark kissed me once more before disappearing and reappearing in front of me dressed casually in a plain white t-shirt and blue jeans.

The change astounded me to the point that I literally had to hold my breath.

He really looked entirely different.

"Lois - "

"I know I've been acting out of it lately, but I think I've just had a lot on my mind lately," I lied again. I'm not a liar, but it was really necessary right now.

I walked to the living room and sat down. He does the same. There was a moment of awkward silence before one of us spoke. If was just my luck that he started it.

"Are we okay?"

Not the start I was expecting, but it was practical enough considering the circumstances.

"Of course."

"It's just - when I kiss you, it's like you're suprised."

"Out of it," I claimed again, hoping to deter him from that dangerous line of thought that I have yet to have answers myself.

Oh, he didn't just raise his eyebrows at me.

"Everyday with you is a surprise," I added surprisingly. That actually is the truth and I hope he takes it.

He smiled widely, and I'm starting to think that I don't mind that he did so. He moved closer beside me, our knees touching one another when I felt his hand caress my cheek.

I'm feeling things and I know for sure that it's hormones, but there's something else. I feel excited when he touches me, and not just because he can fly.

He cupped my face and let his lips kiss mine.

Slow. That's how it started.

A soft slow kiss.

And when the opening cleared and I find myself getting into it, I lost all ability to build any kind of defensive wall around myself. We fell into a rhythm where we both agressively tore each other's clothes off.

I knew it was wrong, but it felt so good I fooled myself that it was right.

Sooner or later, I'm gonna have a lot of explaining to do.

Until then...

To be continued...