A/N: So sorry for taking so long, really had writer's block with this chapter and I'm still not done with it. It's getting pretty long and I didn't want to keep ya waiting any longer so I'm posting part of it and will have the other part up real soon. Thanks all for the patience and continue reminders to get another chapter out. Thanks for the reviews, follows and favs. Really appreciate it, Thanks! Special Thanks to Guest-hearterC3 for the idea!

Chapter 8: Somebody Save Me

The Daily Planet

Balancing coffee in one hand, cellphone in the other and a three month old on hip, Lois took to the stairs. It wasn't practical with The Planet having four working elevators that ran from the basement to the top 80th floor, but no one took the stairs. It was a safer option-no chance of running into a 6 ft, blue-eyed partner she was trying to avoid like the plague. It also didn't hurt that she worked on her cardio at the same time, there was still toning to do after the wear and tear on her body giving birth to a watermelon.

"Ow!" Lois squared her eyes at the said piece of fruit who was gumming on her loose curls and tugging hard enough to rip it from her scalp.

"How about we give you something edible to eat so mommy ends up keeping her head?" Lois smirked and dug through the diaper bag hanging from her shoulder in search of his teething cookies while scanning smartphone for any messages a certain M.I.A hero might have left and she possibly could have missed. Not possible, though, with having The Blur's calls set as top priority and setting his ringtone, 'Holding out for a Hero', by Bonnie Tyler.

But just in case...she scrolled through her visual voicemail messages as she handed soft, easy-baby-grip cookie to son. Not seeing anything, Lois called, but it just instantly went to voicemail-"Hey it's me Lois, I'm sure you know my voice by now with the many conversations we've had...Not that I'm saying we talk too much or anything, just that we've talked enough that you should know my voice..."

Lois shook her head at herself, feeling like a complete idiot like always when it came to leaving The Blur voice messages. "My ramblings, I know..." Chuckled at herself and lifted up son to adjust on her hip. "...Just calling because it's been awhile since you threw me a Scooby bone and I'm starting to feel like I've maybe been replaced or perhaps maybe you're sight seeing around the world again? Anyway, I'm always just a phone call away if you ever need me...even if it's just to talk."

Lois pressed red phone shape button on screen to end the call and spoke to herself with a roll of eyes. "Great Lois you sound like a love-sick teen."

She placed away cellphone, took a sip of coffee and looked down at the wide, blue eyes of son peering up at her from beneath his dark shaggy curls. Pink, wet gums showing as he slobbered over the edge of his cookie. "I know mommy is pathetic. Sue me. It's just that he's a really great guy and mommy really likes talking to him at times."

Rounding another flight of stairs and huffing from walking practically 12 flights so far, a pang of guilt hit her gut hard. Here she was crazily walking flights of stairs with carrying about an extra 40lbs of weight in arms with all the things she was carrying, including baby. Trying to avoid running into Clark. So close and yet so far.

Her hazel eyes looking sadly upon the features of her son, he looked so much like him. "Not that your father isn't wonderful too...it's just-it's just, complicated..."

Lois sighed heavily, whispered words for herself. "It would make things so much easier if they were just the same person."

There was once, weeks ago she thought The Red, Blue Blur was one Clark Kent as they spoke together on a case one night. His fake voice modifier malfunctioned or so she thought and she heard his true voice ring through on the line. But it wasn't just any voice, it was her farmboy she was talking to, she was sure of it! A visit to Mrs Kent said otherwise as the motherly, elder woman showed a postcard from Clark away in Australia, she received just that morning. And there weren't any reasons she knew of that the older Kent would lie to her. She didn't think Clark would keep such a secret away from his mom either.

Lois shook her head and huffed out a breath half in exasperation and the other half from being so tired from climbing all these damn stairs. Her hazels dropping down to months old son again and the baby stare he was giving her. "Don't give me that look, I'm going to tell him...I am...According to the promise I made your grandma, Nana? Mummum?- We'll work on it. I have about two days to spill the beans or she's going to do it for me and I think it's best if I do it. I don't know how it's better but I guess it should be me and I have to start somewhere. Any ideas?"

Baby John with the Kyrptonian blue eyes only response was to gurgle some spittle, mushy pieces of cookie and drool around mouth. He chuckled at the annoyed look his mommy playfully gave him before she smiled and kissed his cheek and continued climbing stairs to finish their trek.

A young teen with cheery voice looked up from the 'Tiny Tikes' sign-in desk. "Hello, Miss Lane, didn't think you would be using our facility again!"

Cassey, if Lois could remember from all that time ago. Sweet enough kid, a bit on the young side but responsible enough as she looked at the freckled, red-head sporting rainbow-colored braces.

"Yea, I know, especially after what happened last time...but... I'm in a pinch or it would have been another month or so before I prolly would have been using said facilities." The reporter replied in a rush as she signed at the check-in clipboard. Son on hip, playing gleefully with her long chocolate tresses. She smiled to her son lovingly after signing and trying to extract her hair from his "super" grip. All in a rush as if the Editor himself was nipping at her heels for her tardiness.

"You mean when you decked out Mrs Needer for calling your son a bully?" The young teen asked innocently, naivety in the abundance with this one.

Lois rolled her eyes at that turn of event, her son's weird meteor-infection abilities showing up at the most inopportune times. That time being over a month ago when a two year old boy wanted to take a rattle from her son. The grip John-John had on it was more than normal and when he finally let go the two year old's hand with rattle flung straight toward his face so powerfully it gave him a black eye. Thus the upset mother of said child screaming profusely in Lois' face and seconds later the mother's eye matching that of her son.

"Could we just forget all about that ever happening?" Lois said dismissively, embarrassed, and struggling to keep her long tresses from son's playful grips.

"No can do, Miss Lane. Unfortunately it's in the Tiny Tikes permanent records." Cassey said in all her teen-filled naivety.

The reporter's face dropped and deadpanned. "Right. Well, could we at least not talk about it anymore?"

The teen's face look abashed, cheeks glowing red at her mistake. "Uh-Oh. Yes, of course!"

Lois shook her head, small smirk outlining glossy lips as her attention went back to quickly extracting her chocolate hair from John-John's grip. Cassey took bouncing baby boy with the bounding, dark curls in her arms as Lois handed him over once freed. She was running late after all, but even so, she was hesitant to leave son behind. No matter how many times, it never got any easier or any less nerve wracking.

Her hand reached up to brush through her son's unruly curls as he contently gummed at his chubby fist. The still new, mommy-reporter looked up to pierce the teen with hazel eyes. "Please call if anything...I'll be by this afternoon to pick him up."

"Will do!" The child-care worker, use to nervous parents instantly assured.

Lois smiled gratefully and after bestowing her babbling son with final kiss to the temple and lovingly squeezing his chubby little hand. She tore herself away and made her departure from the daycare and boarded adjacent elevators to take to the bottom floor...

Missing, mere seconds, as another LL intialed woman came off the second adjacent elevators sporting son in baby carriage hung tightly between manicured fingers. Pushing through the glass doors to the child care center as Cassey came back from depositing the Kent baby to the play area. A wide smile on her face to the woman whose husband held her job in the palm of his hands.

"Mrs Luther, good morning!" Cassey's voice wrung out cheerfully, braces in all their glory on wide view.

"Lana, please Cassey." The raven haired mother always suggested to be called when she came to drop off son. A polite smile on her thin lips as she bent at the knees to retrieve son from carriage. She raised with son in arm, shiny bald head even after nearly three months of life, sucking on his thumb.

"Wow, has he grown!" The teen let out in surprise. "He looks so much bigger and not a whip of hair yet."

Lana rankled at the younger girl's words who was quick to cover up what she said in fear of loosing her job. "I'm sure he'll be sprouting that hair soon, though."

The older raven-haired woman just gave a small smile and kissed her son on the cheek. "Place him down early for a nap, he hasn't been feeling too well lately. His nurse will be here shortly to keep an extra eye on him, as well."

"No problem, Mrs Luther- I mean Lana. Same pickup time as always?"

"Yes, I'll be by this afternoon to retrieve him."

Lana gave one last wistful look toward son, heart clenching with how much she hated herself for not being able to love him as much as any mother should their child. Yet, as she looked on hairless head and pail skin all she could see was Lex, and her stomach churned in hate of the man and the son she conceived with him. For stealing her away from her true love, Clark Kent, and the life she should of had with him. The bitterness of a life of darkness and secrets burning it's hole straight through to a soul so filled with joy and light once upon a time.

Until her eyes would land on the baby's peculiar blue eyes; something he must of gotten from Lex's mother since hers were brown and his almost silver in color. The only redeeming quality of her son and the piece that pulled out the motherly love in her toward him-Julian Connor Luther, the second.

Named after Lex's late brother, but just to her, Connor. She'd never accept being a Luthor and one day soon she definitely was going to do something about it. She turned on thin heels clanking loudly on marbled floor and made her leave as Cassey with wide grin waved goodbye with baby Connor's hand, snuggled in her ams.

The feisty, brunette reporter hurried through to the many offices of the basement with minutes to spare before work began, after having to drop off son to Daycare on the 17th floor. Perry, realizing how many single parents were in his employment thought it best to help out his workers with not having to worry about child care. Lois suspected, since the guy was practically like a third father to her, it had to do a little more with her and son John-John. When she first signed aboard all those months ago, the Daycare 'Happy Lil Helpers', opened a week or so later. Did she mentioned she really loved the old guy, right now? He was officially John-John's grandfather!

One of them anyway.

The Child Center not used often enough by her was sure a big help now. Especially since both Chloe and Martha, unfortunately, had too many engagements for the day to take care of him. Martha had been a saint, though, and really stepped into the role of grandmother like she was always meant to be one. There wasn't a day of the past week that the red-headed, older woman wasn't at the apartment to spend time with her grandson.

Not a penny was spared either, Lois thought Oliver as the godfather (a title which Oliver enjoyed way too much, even mimicking lines from the movie, annoyingly so at times) went all out buying things for her son. Everyday Lois came home from work there were bags and tissue paper strewn everywhere as Martha excitedly unpacked toys or clothes, even baby furniture she bought on one of the many shopping sprees the elder took her grandson on.

Always a thrilled, un-repented grin on face as she would explain, 'I just couldn't help myself', like she was making up for all the months she missed with John-John. The reporter not having the heart to tell the grandmother not to do such things, that it wasn't necessary. She wasn't going to get in the way of the elder's time with grandson even though they were quickly running out of room in the small apartment for anymore of John-Johns baby stuff.

In the main doorway to the basement offices, the chocolate-locks reporter came glued to the spot at the ever increasingly irritating sight there before her at combined desks she shared with partner. An inward groan sounded inside and roll came to her hazel eyes with the scene; Clark hitched on the edge of her desk surrounded by some of the Milfs, cougars, cradle robbers and even one teen while he spun the tales of his vast travels.

Clark waved his hands in air as he told his story, oblivious to the hungry stares from the women. "On hike, I was nearly trampled to death by a herd of irate elephants during mating season. I learned the hard way to never enter their territory when fighting for mates. If not for the tribesmen of the Nilotes I think the most that would be heard from me would be in the obituaries."

The truth being he was caught by some of the men from the Nilotes tribe, carefully taking down a male elephant as to not hurt it, when he wander too close to the animal's territory. The creature was just trying to protect it's family after all and Clark was trying to help a young child who wandered from home. They wanted him to stay so they could worship him as a god, but he humbly declined.

"Oh my!" One of the older woman gushed out, dramatically placing hand to the abundance of cleavage showing, in feigned shock.

"Sounds so exciting." Another said gleefully, all smiles and fluttering lashes.

"Then they invited me back to their village where they introduced me to some very exotic foods, which I admit having a weak stomach to,... "

Lois wanted to puke at the collective giggles coming from the women surrounding him as he continued on with his tales...

Painting pretty pictures of the natives and living habits he encountered as well as the abundance of colorful wildlife. She should know, there were quiet moments between them taking breaks from work, eating Chinese takeout at their desks when he enraptured her in the same stories of his experiences around the world. Theirs were always more intimate, though, and there were more than a few moments where she had to come up with an excuse to walk away because his stares would be too intense or his touch a little too friendly:

"Oh my god, I'm stuffed! That had to be the best Chinese take out I ever had." Lois sighed satisfied with a full belly, she leaned back in office chair patting her food baby. "Even came in some fancy containers. Where'd you say you got the take-out from tonight?"

Clark nervously pulled at red tie as his eyes scanned around, mind racing to come up with an answer. "Oh, Uh, Chow's Garden."

"No way! Chow's Garden is crap, believe me I've eaten there enough times to know."

Clark turning the tables, raised his brow at his partner. "Why would you eat from somewhere that has bad food?"

Lois shrugged not bothered by the look he gave. "They deliver and compared to the food I just ate, they are crap. I'm just finally realizing it."

He amusedly shook his head at her answer and trying to hide the fact that he actually got the take-out from a speedy 'flight' to China in about ten seconds flat. His hand snatched up a fortune cookie and quickly passed it to his chocolate haired friend before she could get suspicious.

Flipping her long hair over her shoulder after giving him a weird look she crumbled open the cookie to read the message inside. "That's strange, it's written entirely in Chinese."

"Let me see." He said taking the slip of paper from her fingertips, his spit going down hard at the sparks from the contact of their skin. A quick glance her way showed that she felt it too but was quick to cover it up with a snarky reply.

"Oh don't tell me you know how to read Chinese."

"Not only can I read it, but I've become quite fluent in speaking it as well as five other languages." He boasted of himself, feeling quite proud especially with the look Lois was giving him in awe.

"Well, go on what does it say?"

Goosebumps broke out all over her creamy skin at the brush of his fingers taking the slip of paper from her palm. He cleared his throat roughly and slid back into his seat eyes avoiding looking at her. She didn't know whether to be pleased or upset that he was a man of such self control, her hormones on the other hand was very biased on the latter emotion.

Clark proceeded to speak the words in perfect Chinese, that left no room for doubt in that jumbled mind of Lois Lane. She was the one to clear her throat noticing him staring for far too long after he finished reading her fortune.

"So, what does it say?" She coughed again, barely keeping the rasp from her voice, or the heat from her cheeks at all the unspoken words in his gaze.

He reached over the short distance between them, lounging in office chairs, to play with one of Lois' springy, chocolate curls around his fingers. His own voice practically breathless, while eyes looked longingly into steeled hazel eyes. "Second chances are once in a lifetime."

Lois swallowed hard, had all the air and moisture suddenly been sucked from the room. Yet, she felt sweaty all over and as Clark's hand slid down her arm to cover up her own on the desk. She suddenly felt the need to grab a coffee, and bolted up to her feet breaking the fiery rush of contact between them.

"Don't fall for me, farm boy. I don't have time for it." She managed to throw out over her shoulder after swallowing hard and speedily walking far from him.

Leaving Clark to watch her retreating back while she went to get that coffee and he leaned back in his office chair a defeated man.

Just because she was undecided and confused about what she wanted from Clark as far as being a couple. Doesn't mean it didn't piss her off though, seeing the five woman surrounding him practically drool as they listened to that deep voice of his and googled his perfectly formed body that sculptor Michelangelo would envy. Lois took a quick look down at the little pudges of fat, in her mind, on the sides of her body she was still working on toning up after the baby.

A growl rumbling in her throat seeing the twig shaped women practically paw at his hard body and wanting to run their tongues up and down every etched ripple of muscle. Ok, maybe that's what she visualized doing too many times, but, hey, she was female, too! She could read the same desire in their eyes.

Clark noticed Lois as soon as her presence came into the basement as if she was the last woman left on earth or a deep glass of ice water to a man who been stranded on a deserted island for far too long. She was a vision that could knock the wind out of any man's chest and he'd been blown away since she came into his life.

"Unlike some people there are those who are actually trying to get some work done around this place." Lois snipped dropping purse and keys loudly to her desk top.

Clark only gave apologetic smiles to the women as they scattered to their own work areas too afraid to incur the Lane wrath or risk losing jobs.

"Bitch!" "BuzzKill!" Was thrown in the air from the retreating females.

"Lois." The tall alien said in warning as he firmly grabbed her elbow with Lois lifting a heavy metal stapler from her desk about to duel out some serious harm.

The brunette reporter looked down to her arm he still had chained in his palm and he dropped his hand away in a sigh. Not wanting to get her any more riled up then she already was. Then again...

Lois took the seat at her desk, lips cocked as she smirked out. "Looks like someone around here has won the popularity contest."

Clark shook his head as he followed suit, taking a seat and slit blue eyes her way. "What's the matter Lane? Jealous much?"

"Jealous?" Lois bluster, appalled by the idea from his kissable lips. Stop it!

"Afraid then, of my masculine sensibilities being buffed by anyone else." Clark challenged, he couldn't help himself around her, not when she was already so wound up. It was just too easy to add more wood to the fire and watch her teether over the precipice.

Flustered and red by his bold statement Lois' mouth open and closed a couple times, like a fish out of water, uttering unintelligible sounds before her whip like thought process kicked in. Yet, him throwing her for a loop had her only answering again in a question.

"Afraid of what?" Lois quipped out, it wasn't her best line. She knew it and she knew he knew it, as well, as she mentally rolled her eyes at herself.

Clark let out a sly half grin, he was just too damn sexy for his own good, Lois thought begrudgingly. "Cat got your tongue, Lane?"

There he went again with calling her by her last name and why the hell did it irk and make her wet between her thighs at the same time? But that was the last straw, she didn't know who he thought he was after traveling the word and once again interrupting things in her life after a year of abscense, but she damn sure knew who she was and she was going to remind him just of that fact.

"Now you listen here, Kent. I-"

"Lois. Clark. Ok, good, you know each other's names. Now stop with the squabbling and high-tail it down to the corner of 4th and main. There's a high-rise apartment fire as we speak." Perry appeared before them, interrupting just in time before the two really got started.

"On it, Chief!" Lois snatched up purse from desk as she got to feet, ignoring the slit eyes under bushy brows their editor gave her way in annoyance.

"Mr White, Sir? I think I could handle this one on my own. It would be good practice." Clark gave Perry a look that he knew all too well with the old man knowing his secret. He wanted to super speed off to help with the fire and it wasn't exactly something he could do if Lois was around. Chloe was right it was getting to be a challenge trying to ditch the torn in his side whenever he needed to become his alter ego.

"No way! You're not out-scooping me, Kent." Lois barged ahead in fury, molten fire in her hazels at his audacity.

"Don't worry, Son, from what I heard the fire department is already on the scene and the fire is suppose to be under control." Perry assured and Clark appeared to relax some.

"Whaaa?" Lois gave a weird look, hazel eyes bouncing between the two of them unable to read the looks they were giving each other. What did that have to do with anything? The scrutiny given on her face not going unnoticed by the seasoned, fatherly editor-in-chief.

"Well don't you two stand there like a couple of bumps on a log. There's a story waiting with your names on it!" Perry bellowed and clapped his hands for them to get a move on it.

Lois slung purse strap over shoulder, eyes cutting through Clark as she purposely bumped her shoulder into him and headed toward the exit. "Don't be so quick there grasshopper. Just because we worked together for almost a week doesn't mean you know all the ropes just yet. You can't get rid of me that easily."

"Wouldn't dream of it...Lane." Face screwing up in a glare at his wide, charming smile as he held door open for her, they vacated from the basement together.

Clark and Lois hurried down the sidewalk through a throng of rushing people, while Lois tried to keep a good amount of distance between the two as they walked side by side.

"What was that between you and Perry back in the basement?" Lois inquired as they rounded a corner of a building, they were only a few blocks away from the site of the fire and her nose rankled at the burnt smell on air. Their bodies bumping against other shoulders as the crowd of people got more congested this way as well.

"Lois, I don't know what you're talking about." Clark dismissed shoving hands into his front pockets trying to avoid plowing into anyone.

"Lois, my foot, so you do know my first name and don't play coy with me.." She quirked with a small shake of her head. "You know what I'm talking about, amnesia isn't going to save you this time like in the past."

"Like I could ever forget it and I was only suggesting to go alone because I was looking out for you. I know when it comes to danger, you getting into trouble or hurt is never far behind."

"You have a terrible poker face, Clark. Don't try to climb that corporate ladder so fast and think you're going to surpass me as a Journalist. Not gonna happen, farm boy." Lois smirked.

No problem with reminding him of where he came from but yet she still wouldn't utter him by the other nickname she so dubiously called him plenty times before. Smallville. He really couldn't believe he was admitting it but he was really missing hearing her call him that. Back when things were simpler between them, he guessed. Not now with so much history and they barely knew where they stood with each other. Well, he knew where he wanted to stand with the outspoken one. She, on the other hand, seemed very reluctant to take it to that level.

"Why Lois, it actually sounds like you're concerned?" Clark's blues watching her from his periphery next to his side.

"Yea, because you're doing way better than anyone expected!" Lois steamed out in a huff and groaned at the wide smile that instantly claimed his lips with words she wasn't trying to let him know. The press of the crowd, the annoying scene she walked into earlier with him had shaved the rest of frayed nerves, letting slip out the words.

With smug partner by her side, they walked up to the police tape keeping back the horde of onlookers as police and firemen on the scene tried to handle the situation. One cop noticing Lois right off the back put on a cocky smile and reached into his pockets pulling out a small wad of money.

"Here to collect money and story, Miss Lane? Hey, I'll have the rest in time for our next poker night, cool?"

Despite the reprimanding look Clark was giving next to her for gambling, Lois took the wad and placed it inside coat pocket. "What's going on, I heard the fire was suppose to be contained?"

The cop looked over his shoulder at the scene before settling eyes back to the reporter. "There's a kid and dog stuck on the top floor. We thought the building had a sprinkler system engaged. Turns out Slum-Lord lied about ever having one and materials used for the apartment aren't up to code. Whatever was used is burning way faster and harder to put out too."

"Did you say there's someone still trapped inside?" Clark spoke ahead before Lois could get a single word out, the cop holding him back as he looked like he was going to jump over the police tape.

"Hold on there, hero. Let the MFD do their job, there's a guy on the ladder heading to the kid and her dog by the window." Cop pointed behind him as a man geared up, including oxygen and tank climbed up a tall white ladder extending from fire truck.

Smoke poured from the tall, red-bricked building, flashes of red and blue lights from police vehicles, ambulances and trucks circled the bottom. Water sprayed relentless trying to keep the flames abated to ensure the safety of the only one still left inside. The crowd of people built around in numbers as many came to watch the horrid scene unfold before them.

A collective gasp rang out as the fireman climbing the ladder almost fell, but catching himself at the last second and able to pull himself back upon the rungs, waving his hands frantically. Clark listened in as his sensitive hearing picked up the distress call the fireman made on the mic in his head gear to his other colleagued firefighters.

"Tank isn't working, I can't breath up here with all this damn smoke! We need to get someone else up here now!"

"There's no time, that roof is going to collapse any minute now!"

He couldn't just stand there and do nothing as a child and her dog died, but with all the witnesses around, including Lois, it was impossible to super-speed off without someone in the crowd seeing him. He picked up the sobs and coughs from the young girl who had to be no more than nine years old. The whines of beloved, faithful pooch by her side and the gasps the child made trying to catch fresh air from open window with all the black, dense smoke around.

Clark pulled his hearing back to normal, a worried look on his face from what he knew. "They're in trouble, they're not going to make it to the girl in time."

With cop distracted by the frightful scene as flames continued to devour the building whole, Clark jumped over the blockade with Lois reaching out to stop him, to slow to catch his speedy retreat.

"Clark!" Lois screamed after him, only making it a few feet past the police tape before the nearby police officer grabbed her around the waist bringing her to a halt.

"Hey you, come back here!" The officer holding Lois back yelled after the retreating form of Clark Kent, passing other cops on guard as he quickly ascended a fire-scape that didn't look too secure even before the fire broke out.

Lois in horrid-fascination watched as Clark's form got smaller and smaller the higher he climbed till the black smoke hid all from view with it's thick blanket covering the top of the building. Her sweaty palms wringing together after roughly pushing from the officer's grasp, heart tearing through her chest in a non-stop rampage. Stomach curled in on itself till it felt she would loose everything she consumed that morning for breakfast.

Seconds passed by that felt like hours as she watched for any sign or movement from him. "Clark, what the hell are you doing?" Lois cried to herself at her insane partner who she still couldn't believe did what he just did and she seen it all with perfect 20/20 vision.

Moments later shouts and screams wrung out and everyone flinched and jumped instinctively as a loud Boom exploded on the top floor, blowing out the windows that rained down glittery sharp pieces on the spectators below. The same floor Clark disappeared into just seconds ago to save the child and her canine from a fiery fate.

Lois uncovered her head from the protective shield of her arms after the sudden blast and rain of glass. Her heart in her throat and unable to breath when she realized the explosion came from the floor Clark entered.

"CLARK!" she screamed in panic, eyes wide and her feet taking her closer to see nothing but smoke pour like a tsunami from the windowless top floor as all around stood stock-still in shock.

A/N: I know evil cliffie spot to leave it but I need to post and start speed writing the other part out since this was getting so long. WARNING: Next chappie will be rating Mature, NC-17, Rated R, XXX, you get the idea ;) Also the two LL's meet, Meow! And then finally what everyone has been dying to finally read and been waiting for on the next chapter after I wrap up the second part to this chapter. All out very soon! Till then! Enjoy! R&R, Thanks!