"What game? Our life is not a game!" Lois shouted angrily to the air.

Clark put a hand over hers to calm her. Her stress couldn't be good for the baby.

Another high-pitched laugh and then complete silence, but they had no doubt he was still watching and had been watching all along. It was rather disturbing really.

"I know that voice," he said.

"You do? How?" She was excited, thinking he had the answer to the face behind the voice.

"I don't know, but I have heard it somewhere before. How is that possible?"

"Maybe this isn't his first venture. Maybe you met him at some point and you just can't remember."

"I am missing a huge chunk of time, but wouldn't you remember the voice?"

"It didn't sound familiar to me."

The bed creaked as he turned and used his x-ray vision. He wasn't hiding in this dimension. "You're coming back to Smallville, right?"

"I don't think there's anything more we can do here. Plus, Chloe's going to want an update."

"I can drive back if you want."

"We don't need the car. You can fly us or super-speed us there. You are going to Chloe's with me, right? And I'm not really supposed to be in Smallville anymore anyway."

"Right. It's going to take me awhile to get used to the fact that I'm being encouraged to use my powers openly."

"I'm not saying shout your abilities from the rooftops, but it is a faster mode of travel."

"You are nothing like Lana."

"I'll take that as a compliment."

"Good, because I meant it as one. I guess we should fly. I don't know if super-speed would be good in your condition."

"Flying is fine with me, but if no one remembers Superman, you're going to need a disguise." She went over to her closet and started digging through it, making him very uneasy about what she was going to pull out.

"Aha!" she said, finding what she was looking for. The next thing he knew green leather was being flung his way. "I knew he must keep a spare here in this reality."

"You want me to dress as the Green Arrow?"

"It wouldn't be the first time," she teased.

"What?" he asked, wondering with a little bit of horror if they did some kind of twisted role-playing.

"It's a long story. Basically you dressed as Green Arrow, who I was dating at the time, to keep me from finding out he and Oliver were one-in-the-same."

"Why would I do that?"

"I know, right? But I can't complain too much. It was how we had our first kiss." The dreamy look in her eyes erased any jealousy or worry that she might be thinking of Oliver while he wore this. He imagined her reaction when she first learned he'd helped Oliver fool her in this fashion was a lot less serene.

"Little tighter on you than last time, not that I'm complaining," she said once he'd put it on, and she opened the window. She waited for him to pick her up.

This was awkward. He'd never flown with anyone that he could recall but given that her expression was no different than if she'd asked for him to go on a walk with her, they must fly a lot. "Won't people think it's strange seeing Green Arrow fly?"

"Not really. Superheroes pick up new powers all the time in my experience."

He picked her up, and instinct took over. He took the flight to Smallville slow though. Maybe it was in part because he was taking care with her, but she felt so perfect in his arms and the feeling of it being just him and her up above the world was a feeling he wanted to hold onto even as he floated down with her behind the building of the gas station.

His feet hit the soft earth, but he didn't set her down.

"We're here," she said in a quiet, sultry voice that he wouldn't have known teenage Lois was capable of.

"I noticed," he said, not changing their position at all.

"This isn't helping us fix our situation," she warned gently though she was obviously being drawn into the moment.

"You don't know that. It might help me jog my memory. How'd our first kiss go again?"

"It ended with me slapping you," she said, holding up her injured hand. "And as you can see that's not a possibility."

"We'll skip that part," he said, leaning in.

She grinned and gave in.

The kiss was even more perfect than the last one he remembered because it came without guilt.

"Anything?" she asked.

"No, but I don't give up easily. I'm willing to keep trying."

She laughed as she pulled down the hood and took off the glasses. "I just bet you are."

"There you are. I knew it; you two are having an affair!" They'd been caught by Kate, who was peering around the corner at them in their tight embrace.

"Believe me, it's not what it looks like," Clark tried to explain as he let go and turned to face her. Kate might not be a part of his real life, but he hated for her to think ill of him or Lois even so. Kate was a nice person.

"Really? Because what it looks like is that you've thrown away any possibility of a future with Lana. And you're hiding behind a Green Arrow costume."

"Maybe it is what it looks like," Lois said with her trademark smirk. She could find humor in the strangest of situations.

"Don't you even speak. You are an adulterous woman," Kate snapped. "You should be ashamed."

"Oddly enough, I've been called many choice words in my time, but that's a first."

He raised a brow. She probably referred to some of the interesting situations she'd found herself in like her pretending to be a stripper for one, and Lois tended to raise the ire of a number of people, probably more so now that she was an investigative journalist. "Why are you even back here?"

That raised Kate's temper even more. "I decided to swing by your house for a look at the baby. Imagine my suprise when I was told you were working. So I thought maybe you decided to go rogue on a case. And then I spot your car and you're not in the gas station. I got worried if you must know. I always admired your moral code. Now I see it was just a front. Don't expect me to lie for you." She stormed away.

Clark started to follow her, but Lois grabbed his wrist. "Let her go. The best way to solve this is to solve our reality problem. We should go see Chloe now."

"You're right," he agreed.

It was weird to be at Chloe's house. He didn't realize it had become so run-down, but he reminded himself that it wasn't his fault he'd been a bad friend. It was all the imaginings of some being with no life, who enjoyed messing around.

"Hey," he said.

"Hey," she said much less surely, but when she spotted that he and Lois were holding hands, she broke out into a smile. "Good. You know now. This will make things easier."

"Any news?" Lois asked.

"Nope, this is one situation where even a supercomputer is not going to make a difference. I could try picking Jor-El's hard drive more, but I think he already told us everything he knows. I don't know how we're going to come up with a name."

Maybe it was because he was back in a place associated with his teen years, but suddenly it came to him where he'd heard that voice before. "Mxyzptlk."