Lois dropped Clark's hands, and Oliver took the opportunity to throw a fist across his jaw but hurt his own hand instead.
"Ow, what are you made of steel?" he asked, shaking his hand.
"Leave, Clark alone. This has nothing to do with him and everything to do with you and why you can't make sense of your feelings."
He gave an awkward chuckle, wondering why she could read his thoughts so well, or if this was some sort of trap. "But you're my wife. And I don't know why you're hanging out in this hick town if it's not for the reason we discussed at the hospital, so is this some sort of prelude to leaving me for that farmer over there? If it is, I want to know. I demand to know."
"You have no right to claim ownership of me. And what? You think you can waltz out and waltz in whenever you feel like it? Newsflash, you can't. Do you know how unfair it was of you to leave me in the hospital when I was worried my baby wasn't okay? It turned out fine by the way. "
He looked a little humbled. "Sorry."
"You are supposed to be my friend in any situation, but I do forgive you, and I understand, but you bailed on me. That's why we didn't work back when we were dating, and why we don't work now. Can't you see that? We are not a good match in that way."
Clark had been slowly backing away to let them hash this out alone, but Lois caught him out of the corner of her eye. "Don't go anywhere; this concerns you too."
He froze though he didn't look as if he bought that.
"Didn't you feel something when you met Chloe?"
His jaw dropped so low in shock it would have been comical if there'd been anything about this situation to laugh at. "Are you trying to thrust me off on your cousin?"
"No, just trying to make you remember what I know is buried inside you. Play along, please."
"I met her for like two seconds before she slammed the door in our faces. That's hardly enough to declare undying passion and leave you and our baby, is it?"
"But nonetheless, when you shook her hand, it awakened something inside you, didn't it? Something you didn't realize was there. Something you've never once felt for me. And it confused you. Your feelings don't match the reality you find yourself in, and it scared you."
"What if you're right? Reality is the part that's real. And this, babe, is what's real. Everything will make sense when we're back in Star City."
"You only think that because of the memories that have been implanted in you!" she said, losing her patience.
"I see, and is this why the doctor was worried about you and the baby?" he asked, looking at her like she'd lost her mind.
"No, she couldn't understand why my baby seemed so different, but I know why because his father is different."
"You're not making any sense. You're scaring me. We can get you the help you need. Just come with me."
"No!" she said, her hands tightening to fists in sheer exasperation. "Aren't you listening to anything I'm telling you? You're married to Chloe. I'm married to Clark, who I'm expecting our first child with. And Lana, okay, I haven't really kept in touch with her. We saw each other once in Africa a while back. Maybe she's gotten married since then or maybe the baby isn't even real, but it's not right either. Nothing about any of this is right!"
She doubted he'd heard a word she'd said. His lip was still curled in disbelief. "Okay, you win. I'm going to go talk to Chloe, and see what she thinks of all this."
He left the barn, and she looked at Clark. "He's not going to talk to Chloe. He's going to talk to the guys in white coats to see if he can have me locked up."
"Most likely," he agreed.
"What about you? It's not how I planned to break it to you, but I might as well have blurted it out. There's no easy way to go about it. It's not illegal to be crazy, is it? I know-"
He interrupted her rambling. "I believe you."