Clark was doing his best to try and study. Lois was doing her best to keep him from studying.

She lay on Chloe's bed with a straw and a sheet of paper and every few seconds she would take aim with a spit ball. It wouldn't have been half so bad if her aim hadn't been so sharp. She said she had learned how to shoot something similar from a native in the Amazon Jungle. Clark believed her.

"Lois, I'm trying to study!"

"Well, why don't you study somewhere else? You're making me tired just watching you."

"You know full well that we're eating with Chloe and her roommate when they get back. Believe me, if I thought I could leave I would."

She landed a spit ball in his ear and he knocked it out.

"Lois, get a life! Your grades would be a lot better if you studied every now and then."

"Then I would need glasses like you, four eyes."

Clark sighed. Maybe his attempt to change his appearance was not such a good idea. It gave Lois one more thing to tease him about.

"Hey, Smallville! I bet I can get one up your nose!"

Clark saw her about to blow and quickly turned his head. It went up his other nostril.

"I thought you were going to turn. Always be one step ahead of the enemy."

As patient as Clark could be, he got up and took her straw and paper and threw it out the window. If he didn't control his temper, it might not be the only thing he threw out.

Before things got worse, there was a knock at the door.

Clark and Lois yelled, "Come in!"

"I hate to do this-" began H.G. Wells.

"Oh, no! You're going to rob us," said Lois.

"No."

"Kill us?" she asked.

"No."

"Arrest us?" she continued.

"No, Miss Lane, if you would let me finish-"

"Wait, don't I know you? Clark, doesn't he look familiar?"

"A little Lois but-"

"The 1930s. You're H.G. Wells," Lois said as it began to come back to her.

"She's right," Clark said, flashing back on the same memories. "I remember the 1938 Lois and 2006 Lois switching places now."

"Yes, and I need your help again." H.G. Wells explained about Tempus, their ancestors, and their part in the plan.

"Mr. Wells, of course we'll help," Clark said immediately.

"Speak for yourself, Kent," Lois retorted.

"You're not going to help, Lois?"

"Like I have a choice? I just said speak for yourself."

"Good," H.G. Wells said. "Of course, you will need new clothes and you cannot wear those glasses, Clark."

"I still cannot believe that Clark is related to Merlin or that there even is a Merlin," Lois said in wonder.

"Clark, I am afraid if Mer-El told Lucia about his heritage…" H.G. Wells began.

"I know I'll have to tell Lois about mine too. I hope we forget all this again."

Clark started whispering his secret to her, as they walked toward the time machine.