Chapter 6: A Day in the Life of Mr. & Mrs. Kent

Outside, he followed her lead and was more than a little grateful that he remembered where The Daily Planet was located, or else he would've stuck out like a sore thumb.

Once they reached the News Room, Clark stared attentively all throughout. He had to get creative. He couldn't just ask Lois the in's and out's of their lives for the last 10 years without hinting at his very complicated problem.

"Hey CK!" A young voice yelled out from across the room. The kid looked familiar, then he realized it was the guy in the photo with Perry.

He puts on an enthusiastic smile. "Hey!" Like he couldn't say anything better.

"Have you guys heard?"

This time, it was Lois's turn to respond. "Heard what?"

"About an hour ago, a five scale earthquake hit San Francisco and Superman was nowhere in sight."

Clark could only stare, remembering Lois's earlier comment about Superman. Is he a person? He watched Lois's eyes dart to him worriedly. Why is she looking at him like that? It's not as if he could've prevented it. Could the voices come from there? That can't be. Can't it?

He felt her touch his arm. She whispered by his ear.

"We need to talk?"

Apprehensive, he followed her to a nearby conference room. No one seemed to mind, even their editor. This must happen a lot between them.

She closed the door behind her.

The two were silent until Clark couldn't take it anymore and broke the silence first. "Is something wrong?" He knew there was, not just on his end, but hers too.

She straigtened her back. "It's funny you should ask that, I was just about to ask you the same thing," she replied, her face an unreadable mask.

He tries to play dumb. "I don't know what you mean."

She chuckled in what looked like a mixture of annoyance and amusement. "Don't lie to me, Clark. I don't have time for it"

"Lois, I - "

She cut him off. "I know my husband, and you're acting anything but," she accused. She normally doesn't go off like this, but the last couple of hours has raised questions needing to be answered. "You looked like a boy lost in the woods all morning, you look at our coworkers like you've just met them, and then there was that earthquake in San Francisco that you waved off with a shrug. Clark, what the hell is going on with you today?"

"I don't know, okay. Besides, how was I suppose to help them?" He tried to explain to her.

He watched her eyes widen in surprise, as if she was taken aback by his defense.

"Who are you?" Her voice cracking.

He'd been made.

Silence.

"Lois, I can explain," he stuttered out.

She shook her head defiantly. "You are NOT my husband." She grabbed her purse and hurried away from him.

Clark was terrified and ran after her. "No, no I'm not," he confirmed aloud. "But I can explain." He ran in front of her, effectively blocking her path from the door.

"Get out of my way!" she demanded.

"Please, all I need is a few minutes," he pleaded.

She stood warily before raising her left wrist. "You've got one minute."

"Lois!" he pleaded again.

"57 seconds and counting." She was taking none of it. He had better explain and he had better do it fast. Something happened to her husband and she's not going to stand around and do nothing about it.

"All right," he takes a deep breath. "I am Clark Kent, just not the Clark Kent you married," he explained but it didn't faze her.

"40 seconds 39... 38..." she continued.

He sighed. "The last thing I remember is you and I arguing in my loft in Smallville in March 2005," he hurriedly added. Lois dropped her wrist and looked at him like he was certifiably crazy, and at this point, he could very well be just that.

Shaking her head. "I've lost my hearing there for a second, could you REPEAT that again!"

"All I remember is falling asleep on the couch then waking up here. I swear I'm telling you the truth"

"That's - No - Oh my God," she whispered, falling down on a nearby chair, her both hands turned numb on her lap.

Clark didn't know what else to say and waited for her to make the first move. He felt absolutely lousy, he should've told her the truth early on, but he was just so confused by everything. It was even harder when in the few hours he had been with her, he began to like being her husband. He couldn't tell what was real and what wasn't anymore.

When he couldn't wait any longer. "Please Lois, say something."

She looked up, her face solemn.

"I remember that day"

He blinked in surprise. "You do?"

She nodded. "God, I was so aggravated with you"

Clark couldn't help but smile. "I know, it happened to me yesterday," he says hoping to relieve the awkward tension.

And it did.

She smirked, then shook her head once more. "So you've been wondering around all morning completely unaware of the last 10 years?"

"Pretty much," he answered.

She shook her head sideways yet again. "Of all the years, it had to be March of '05," she commented sarcastically.

He chuckled. Lois looked at him again, her reporting instincts kicking in.

"So the whole 'amnesia' bit doesn't come into the equation of possible possibilities?"

"Believe me, something happened that jolted me out of bed this morning, and unless there was someone else with us in the bedroom playing around with my head, it is NOT amnesia."

"Well, that does explain why you slept on the chair when I woke up"

"Yeah, about that. I didn't want to - "

"I know," she interrupted. "And thank you," she added genuinely. It definitely explained why he had been acting so differently all morning. "We should get out of here, before anyone notices anything different with you"

Clark once again followed her lead, and he didn't mind. A huge weight was lifted, and he felt freer and more open. As they walked back to their apartment, something else had been nagging his mind.

She notices his odd look.

"Now what's wrong with you?"

"No, no it's nothing, it's just - could I ask you something?"

"I don't see how we should hold back now," she quipped.

He chuckled. "I pretty much admitted that I'm from the past. You seem to be taking the news far better than I expected. Actually, I assumed pretty early on that you'd claim that I was insane or something"

After he said those last words, a hint of pain crossed her features but he didn't know why. He watched her regain her voice, but her eyes still contained that sadness. Somehow, even when he didn't know what their life has been like for the last 10 years, his heart sank for her. He didn't like to see her unhappy.

"I'm sorry if I said something wrong"

She smiled weakly at him. His heart sank even further. "I guess you wouldn't remember that either," she said. He desperately wondered what she was talking about but thought it best not to ask. Instead, the next ten minutes, she had given him a crash course on the current events of their lives, and it shocked him beyond belief. He felt like he was listening to someone elses life rather than his own.

Him. Surperman. Flying around in a red cape saving the world. It sounded so surreal. And on top of it all, it continued to amaze him how acceptive Lois has been through all this. She knew everything about him. Krypton, his biological parents, the meteor shower, everything.

He sat silently. His heart beating loudly. Relieved. Grateful she knew. Amazed that she loved him nonetheless.

At that moment the phone rang.

"Stay here, I'll get it"

Lois went and answered the phone. Clark remained polite and not intruded in the conversation. When she was finished, she went back into the living room to where Clark was at.

"Who was that?" he asked, mildly curious.

"It was the realtor. It's nothing," she waved off.

A realtor? "You and - I mean, we were planning on buying a house?"

"It's generally what married couples would contemplate doing"

Nervously threading on thin ice. He wondered. "Were we planning to have - kids?"

Lois shook her head defiantly. "I'm not having this conversation with you." She walked into the living room.

He followed her. "Why not?" he argued.

"Because!" Is he for real? There was a cosmic reason why she didn't fall for Clark Kent until college.

"Because what, Lois? I'm technically still your husband"

"No, Clark. You're a confused 18 year-old-boy stuck in MY husband's body. There's a huge difference there."

"You're right, I am 18, but that doesn't change that fact that I'm legally your husband. Why are we arguing about this?"

"I don't know! You started it!"

"Me! What about you?"

"Oh, so now it's automatically my fault?"

They stopped, the exchange becoming all too familiar to both of them.

Lois calmed down, she took a seat on a Lazy boy, while Clark sat opposite her. Slowly, she began. "We've talked about it, a lot actually. Children is something we - I mean - my husband and I always wanted. It's just -"

"Scary?" he finished for her. He would be too.

Lois continued to explain further. "Your Kryptonian physiology is far more advanced in the evolutionary scale than humans. There's a huge possibility that there would be complications, and then there's thequestion of whether or not we're even capable of having a child"

"I never really thought about it that way"

"Why would you, you're 18?"

"I know - but - I never even thought I could even be - in - that way with someone - let alone have a child"

"How did you get here, exactly?" Lois drew him back to the situation at hand.

"I wish I knew," he answered honestly. He couldn't take his thoughts away from their other conversation. He and Lois were planning on having a child - together. The prospect excited him as much as it scared him. Would he be a good dad? Would life give him and Lois the opportunity?

She sighs. "That doesn't help our situation, does it," she commented to herself.

"I'm sorry"

She shook her head. "Don't be. It's not your fault."

Then, as if he was watching a late night movie, everything froze. Even the air felt still. Clark looked around, disturbed by the fact he was the only one moving about. He turned back around to Lois only to find her not there.

What happened? he thought.

On cue, someone answered it for him. "A lot, buddy. A lot"

The voice was loud. Strong. Deafening even. Clark turned around and was greeted by an unusual fellow. He's not what he expected.