A/N: Thanks for the reviews Whoot! :) Also I'm tired and I tried really hard to get this chap out fast so there might be a lot of mistakes, grammatical and otherwise, just letting you know lol

WARNING: First part of this chapter Rated R, Mature Audiences Only, for good reason ;) Enjoy, R&R!

Now without further ado...

Chapter 9: Somebody Save Me, Part 2

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.

Tears blurred around the rim of fear-dilated, hazel eyes as Lois couldn't move, she couldn't breathe. No! This couldn't be happening! Not Clark!

All around erupted at once, officers pushing back the civilians even more past the tapped off areas as firemen jumped into action to continue to dose the remaining flames coming from the high-rise. No one paid attention as Lois stood there in numbness, starring up at the top floor in pained-denial of what happened. Of who she would never see again.

"No." She sobbed into her hands while large salty tears clung to her cheeks. An image of her son played ceaselessly through mind, bright, blue eyes and black, rowdy curls just like his dad...A knife was sawing inside her chest, over and over again marking it's inflection inside until it felt heavy and she could only wheeze at the sight that wouldn't change no matter how much she wished it.

"Clark...What have I done?" All the moments with son like a painful, guilt-filled cinema wracked over the weight in her chest adding to it's heaviness. Lungs couldn't pull air in hard enough or let it out fast enough, they wouldn't work as she doubled over unable to catch her breath. She never got around to telling him about his son, that he was a father! Her son was going to grow up fatherless never knowing how amazing her Clark-her Smallville really was.

At that reality shocking moment, too late like all things you really never know what you have until its gone, Lois Lane did what she always fought to do around anyone. With heart pouring cold as it bled out, she wept til her eyes burned and her world seemed to spin on its axis at the unfairness of it all. Blackness edged around her vision, head felt light and sick, she was in shock but she didn't care, her world just ended and the whole damn existence of the universe could stop for all she cared!

Her partner was dead, and so much more; the man she was too stubborn to admit feelings too. Loved, gone. Never to see that charming half smile he always reserved for her during their banter. His nod toward her, commanding without words where he wanted her to go like when she was hesitant to board an elevator with him after an awkward moment between them. The way his hand felt surrounding her small one that made her feel all kinds of safe and hot-and-bothered at the same time.

Tears on rampant mission continued to freely pour as she thought on their times together before son, the adventures of solving one or another crazed thing that would happen in that weird town. The banter that would annoy him so, but she knew he'd come to enjoy as he suspected them for what they really were. All things leading to that one night of drinks and desires where lines were finally crossed and the forbidden apple tasted. To the many times they made love, finally seeing it for what it all really was. She loved Clark Kent because even when she tried to lie to herself that what they were doing was just booty-calls, an itch she needed scratched. There were plenty of others that were more than willing to help her along those lines. None, she wanted and only him she found herself in bed with time after time.

The realization of love accepted too late twisted that blunt blade all the more in the crippled sputtering organ of her heart. The pain was too much, her stomach heaved at the emptiness she felt and knees felt like they would give any second. There was no light in the world anymore-

"There!" A shout rang out above the noisy chaos rocketing around. A fireman arm pointing up high to something coming in and out of view through the dense smoke that was more white than black now. "Get men over there! I see someone coming down the fire-scape!"

Lois' head felt like a lead weight as everything seem to happen in slow motion, even her own movements felt like she was in a vat filled with molasses. Her unfocused eyes blinking many times to help her shot brain try to comprehend what was going on. Then like a breath blown into her lungs from the Almighty Himself, the grays and blacks of her world yielded to color and the sluggish crawl of life sprung forward to it's normal pace with such intensity at the person she recognized.

She inhaled deeply, lungs back to life as her world blossomed with light at the sight of Clark Jerome Kent, a little worse for wear but still very much alive! Soot and great big smudges of ash covered his clothes and marred his skin. In arms was the nine year old girl who clung to him like a life line, spiraled black, puffy curls in a disarray as black smudges of soot covered her naturally brown skin as well. Her arms protectively cuddling faithful large chichuawa who yelped at the commotion going on around as they made their way down the metal scape.

Once motion came back to her legs she couldn't stop vaulting forward pass cops and firemen alike to the one person her heart renewed it's beating for. Clark handed over the girl to a nearby medic, his large hand rubbing the top of her head in comfort. "It's ok now, you're ok and these people are going to take good care of you."

"Thank you mister for saving me." She whispered softly through a smoke-horsed voice, a smudge of a smile on tiny lips as she hugged the frayed, yipping dog close to her.

He watched as she was carted away to a nearby ambulance, his humbled self not even acknowledging the pats on his back or the words thrown his way by those on the force of, 'great work', and , 'what a hero', before they went back to controlling matters at hand. The fire still raged on but thanks to his super breath he took the edge off and the reason why the top floor exploded the way it did. To him the people around him were the true heroes, the ones who took great chances with their lives in the effort to save or help someone else. He just did what no one had the time to do and powers to keep him safe. He saved that little girl with barely a scratch but the men and women in uniform around him were the true inspirations.

Except maybe for one, who was the greatest one of all in his eyes, blues that watched as she leapt from the crowd and latched her body around him in a fierce hug taking him by complete surprise. Wet blotches of mascara ran in little rivulets down cheeks upon a face barely over panic just seconds ago.

"Smallville!" She shouted with too much joy that it couldn't be mistaken to anyone's ears, arms wrapping in a constrictor-vice grip around chest and latching behind his back. "I thought I would never see you again!"

Lois beamed widely into his chest, inhaling the pure scent of her farm boy along with the cindered pieces of his shirt. She didn't care, the beating of his heart and the pull of air through his lungs confirming life was the best music she ever heard before. "Don't ever do that again."

Clark wrapped his arms around her smaller frame, enjoying how good it felt her being wrapped around him again. He smiled in her hair, as he laid his head atop her crown. "You must of really missed me?"

A tease in his voice, but it set the reporter on edge and she exploded in a hysterical bout as she pulled from his arms and instantly went on a tandem of flying fists against the steel chest wall of his body. "Are you kidding me right now?! You could have been killed! What were you thinking!"

Clark grabbed her wrists to keep her from possibly breaking her hands against his hard body but she wouldn't let up. She squirmed and kicked raising hell as she couldn't and wouldn't stay still. She was so furious and scarred for him that she couldn't stop the relief and the anger from running its course through her body as she tried to fight him tooth and nail.

"I thought you were dead and all you can do is joke about this!" Lois fumed still trying to break free from his iron clad grip to deck him hard in the jaw for risking his life and practically scaring hers out of her. "I thought I would never see you again!...I-I...have so much I never got a chance to say..."

Before the blue-eyed, tall reporter could get any words of comfort out edge wise, she shot up on her tippy toes, covering the scant inches between them and locked her lips hungrily upon his mouth. His blues went wide not believing what she was doing, but soon thoughts couldn't process any longer and his eye-lids drooped closed from the emotions flooding his body from her touch.

Her mouth was relentless as she kissed him with all the build of emotions of coming close to loosing him brought out of her. His hands framed her face, pulling her closer to him, wanting to be a second layer of skin on her body. The world and chaos around faded away until it felt like they were the only ones there. The wailing sirens and flutter of people around were all muted as all she could hear were the mating of their lips and moans of pleasure from his throat or hers she couldn't tell.

"I thought I lost you." She whispered against his lips, breathing in hard from lack of air as his forehead rest upon hers, just as out of breath.

His calloused, rough thumb sliding gently over her lips, chading away tears that continue to fall down her red cheeks. "I'm right here...I'm not going anywhere."

Lips came upon each other in hungry slants again, it wasn't enough, it was never going to be enough and after the year of abstinent from each other they definitely needed a buffet. Teeth gnashed with hard kisses, hands roamed pulling closer not caring the display they made to anyone around if anyone was even paying attention with the fire still blazing behind them.

Clark wasn't thinking all he could do was feel as his hand slid down Lois' thigh, grabbing behind her knee and hitching up to wrap around his waist.

"Too...many...people..." He moaned between kissing and trying to catch his breath.

"Don't care." Lois groaned against his mouth with the nip he gave to her bottom lip before sucking it deep inside.

He cared at least he thought he did, but with the way she was grinding her lower half into his all thought or care for those who were possibly gawking at them vanished instantly. It was barely a week since he last had her attentions in this way and it was all he could think about since that time in the elevator, but now that she was giving so freely, he couldn't let her go. Bystanders be damned.

All that mattered was that he was alive and ok and Lois wasn't going to let this moment go as her hands grabbed roughly through his thick, black curls and feasted upon kissable lips her naughty mind remembered them being on other parts of her body. Their feet roaming them they knew not where just that they were too far gone in the moment to care which way they took them.

Needing her alone, Clark clutched a hold of the woman in his arms, the one he saw himself strangling one day and not in this predicament once again. Having some, if very little mind toward his faculties, his firm grip held tighter as he super-sped them some distance away to a back-alley alcove across from the fiery scene. They had their own fire to contain and deal with.

Lois didn't know how it was so, but she felt the bite of a brick wall press her from behind as Clark pressed her into it. And she wasn't going to complain one bit about it either. Steel wall in front of her crushing deliciously against her soft curves, blazing the storm into a gulfing inferno inside her. She shuddered as he released her mouth and tapped rough kisses along her jaw and down the column of her neck to bite and lick along her collarbone.

Using the wall behind her as perch, she lifted her stocking-covered legs around his narrow waist. Instinctively, his hands sliding beneath her bottom helping to pull her where she fit perfectly. Molten lava spilled from her center at the friction of his hard length behind dress-pants hitting just so against her bare netherlips. His hands discovering that fact as he slid her skirt up higher to cup her panty-less ass cheeks.

Shock not stopping the squeeze of his large hands against the plump curves of her bottom and the moan in his throat knowing she was so ripe for the taking. But dare he, right here, right now?

"Lois, God, you're driving me crazy...Are you going commando?" His breath a harsh whisper from desire against the shell of her ear. She was doing all kinds of turning him all right now, the swell of his cock agreeing as it shrunk the room in his tight breeches.

The brunette smiled wickedly, biting down on plump bottom lip from his kisses. "It's like the General always says, be prepared for anything..."

"Mmm...talk too much." He tersely complained as his mouth once again sought hers and nearly came undone as her hands slid between them brushing against his thick shaft that jumped at the light touch of her hand and craving more.

Her hands were on the leather and metal of his belt, making short work of it as she slipped it undone and went straight for zipper next. A breath hissed through his clench teeth as she reached inside past the band of his boxes to engulf hand around the broad width of him. There was no thinking just the sensations they pulled and brought to one another as the commotion of fire trucks wails and flashing lights of red and blue played in the background only yards away.

Clark opened his blue eyes at her stillness to see her hazels wet and glistening with unshed tears. Her straight white teeth worrying her bottom lip painfully.

A tear slip from the corner and his thumb smoothed it away as if brushing away her pain. "Lo, you ok?"

It was hard to think with his member in her gripping hand and out free in the open, but her pain and fear of loosing him displayed in her eyes pulled at the strings of his heart. The way her hazel eyes drunk him in as if any moment he would turn to ash just to blow away in the wind. To her he came very close to that being a harsh reality, little did she know he wasn't in any real danger unless the building wall were lined with green Kryptonite.

Lois pressed her lips into the center of his palm cupped around her cheek as the tears fell. Her rambling thoughts coming out in a mash of emotions from her run-of-the-mill mouth. "I'm an awful person...What I've done...I can-I cant believe I almost lost you..." Lois sobbed out a broken breath and Clark just shook his head slowly in confusion, not understanding her earlier words. Yea, she was no saint. And could really be a pain in the ass, especially to him at times. But how could she possibly think such a thing about herself?

So much patience, empathy and need shone on his face, it was breaking her even more along with the guilt of keeping something so important away from him. Yet, the emotion battled head to head with what she was finally accepting about her farm boy. The man in front wrapped nicely between thighs. A breath hitched in her throat, with a timid voice she whispered. "...I Love you, Smallville."

Her admission did a funny thing to his insides and he found he couldn't move, couldn't pull air into his lungs; just stand there in pleasant shock as the corner of his grin inched higher. Before she lost her nerve and went back on her words or gave him a chance to process what she finally admitted, Lois seared her lips down upon his. Her tongue seeking entrance and tangled deliciously with his as he opened to her.

Clark groaned in her mouth as she settled down the length of his shaft between her thighs. It was a distraction, he knew it was but at that moment he couldn't care past the grip of her inner pussy walls. His body quaked with shivers in pleasure, one hand releasing it's vice-like grip from her rear-end to fall upon the brick wall in front of him. She squirmed, falling down another wonderful inch as she cried out from the sensation of his wide cock invading, stretching out her most inner, long-unused parts.

Lois cried out ecstasy into his neck as he stood still, letting her take the lead as he seemed to be fighting his own battle of self-control, little did she know. His fingers of the hand leaning on the wall bore into the bricks. Pieces of mortar and rock crumbled at the exertion of his digits, while fear of loosing control and hurting the woman who tortured him so, with every blissful inch she took of him inside of her body.

Until he was in her to the hilt and they both released little laughs of joy from the struggle of her tight inner walls claiming it's prize. Then with feet digging into the small of his back, Lois raised up as far as she could, only to slide back down that train of euphoria. Color and stars burst behind his closed eyes as she slowly rode him to oblivion, as his fingers sank that much deeper in the wall behind her.

"God, Baby, you're so tight." Clark's voice rough and strained as he held himself back from what he really wanted to do; his body pounding away inside of hers until they were pure energy. So drunk and high off each other.

"It's been awhile." Lois moaned, breath labored as she worked him.

His hand on her ass stilled her instantly against his groin from the words she spilled as the Kal part of him surfaced some. The part he had accepted as being one of the many faces of his true being. His voice deep and eyes so blue they could almost be black as a flash of red was there only for a second. "How long?"

He couldn't stand to think of any guy being this way with her, even if it wasn't a relationship they were in before and they were separated from each other nearly over a year. He would want blood from any guy who thought they could get in her pants without repercussion from him.

Two words but she felt it all the way to the most sensitive part of where she was connected to him. A twitch came from his cock and tickled the insides of her pussy walls. A seductive, beautiful smile graced her kiss-plumped lips at the sound of pure jealousy in his voice. The intimidation rolling off him, exciting her and causing her to grip his shaft harder.

His eyes closed for a moment at the feel of her squeezed around him before dark blues opened with a light touch of her hand over his cheek. "Just you...It has always only been...just you."

Clark's lips spread wide into a smug grin, he bent in tapping a kiss to her lips. "Hold on."

She nodded, seductive bite on bottom lip as she slid hands up his neck to lock her arms around. He thrust his hips up hard, not hard enough to damage, but enough to cause a yelp from that pretty mouth of hers. Even as annoying as it could be with the endless run of words, he put it to plenty of good use he thought evilly. Clark loved how uninhibited he felt when around Lois, how she dragged Kal out of him. Someone he no longer hated or feared being now that he had control, almost all control of his Kryptonian self. There was still the flying issue...but with Lois, right now, he was soaring!

Before she could retort with her scolding tongue for his little action, he began a steady rhythm of thrusts up into her, their collective moans and grunts of rapture filling the air. The slaps of their slick covered lower halves connecting together in competition with the cries and groans of their voices. All of which was drowned out by sounds of sirens, voices of the fire scene only yards away.

None of which was on either mind as their bodies came together so beautifully it blew all their other times out of the water in comparison. Maybe it was the close call of almost losing him. Maybe it was the fact it had been a very long time, but her body sung as they came together over and over. His hands grabbing her roughly, bruises were sure to be there afterwards, about the hips and fingers splayed over her ass. His hands shoving her down hard as he thrust up repeatedly inside.

"Clark, please..." She begged, she wasn't sure of what as head mindless with a building need rippled over every cell of her being.

Knowing the call of what exactly she needed, of what they both needed, Clark pinned her into the wall as he picked up speed and she clung onto him for dear life. Her world around crumbling and falling as the pearl of white hot light bloomed from her center and crawled inside to every black crevice. His thrusts harder and faster as her body eagerly took what was giving. Juices from him, from her, slicking the way for cock to glide deeper in all the right places.

"God, yes!" Lois panted, barely able to catch a breath as her body rode a building flame and taking Clark along for the blaze. Nirvana. Heaven. Fireworks on the 4th of July- Sweet, Sweet release as the blinding white light burst behind her eyes and her nails dug into his skin riding the ripples of climax ravaging through her body.

"Lois, I-I can't stop..." His body shook, he was so close to spilling inside and it hurt so good holding back the way he was.

Basking in the afterglow of amazing orgasm and not quite thinking of why it would even be a bad thing, Lois bared down squeezing him hard inside and giving him the answer he wanted...needed... as she took his bottom lip in her mouth and suckled, smiling as she felt him come strong inside.

Flooding her slicked, squirming channel with his seed and causing mini quakes to add to her glorious climax. Lois sighed contently as their lips and tongue played lazily with kisses. Neither could stop the cloud-nine smiles on their dopey faces as they revealed in the glow of amazing sex.

"I think you turned my legs to Jell-O." Lois joked and chuckled lightly arms still clutched around his neck.

He playfully nipped and kissed her lips. "That's ok, I'm kind of liking you in this position anyway."

Lois moaned eyes rolling to the back of her head at the grind Clark gave his groin into her sopping center. Dick already semi-hard and hitting overly sensitive parts of her pussy. She drove him crazy? He must not realize the affect he was having on her, but she was pretty damn sure he knew.

"Smallville." Lois groaned, as he continued to grind, making her whimper. "Clark."

Damn did he miss how sexy she could make his name sound when coming from lips experiencing sensual gratification like he knew she was. "Yea, Lo?"

His husky whisper, the steady pump he began was causing her breath to become labored. "Stop...we're going to get caught."

"Didn't stop us or should I say you, the first time." Reeling still on his Kal high, as a sexy grin lopsided on his face.

"Hey!" Lois thrilled, smile on face as she pulled his hair roughly, bringing his head back at an angle and he let her.

Her mouth slanted down over his in another heated tangle of tongue and moans until soon both were breathless, heated and wanting a round two despite the very risk of being caught this time around. With quick sharp pumps of his hips. "Say it again."

"Mmm." Lois mouthed out breathlessly as she took his thrust pinned by his steel chest between brick wall and him as it was.

"Again Lois." Clark demanded quietly with soft flicks over her clit when she wouldn't readily comply. She knew what he wanted to hear and turned her head away against the wall at her back as the cool, gritty bricks scratched at her cheek.

Her words soft and barely heard even with his super hearing, causing him to plow hard into her needy sex that flowed freely with her heady honey that only her body could produce. "Louder!"

"I love you!" Lois screamed and clung to him bouncing up and down fast as his relentless plunges inside had them both going undone and falling over into that warm-liquid, white-light of bliss.

Lois rested her forehead down on his, satiated, breathing hard, as he looked up, eyes studying her face sighing in orgasmic glow. "Dinner tonight."

It wasn't a question, and it wasn't him asking her approval. It was a statement bold and knowing what the answer already would be. Too doped up to think of an objection and with his sureness brought out an easy, eager-willingness from her. Lois nodded affirmatively and smiled brightly.

She was so done for, stampeded through mind. And was the bucket of ice cold water that brought the horse-sized pill of reality rushing through the blissed-out haze she found herself in twice in a row. It was definitely an opportunity she asked for to tell him about their son, but it was going to be that much more painful of a reveal now that feelings were involved.

Lois Joanne Lane hated herself at that moment more then she had since knowingly keeping the truth of their son away. He looked so happy and at peace then she could ever remember him being, even more so then he ever was with Lana.

The brunette reporter's face dropped inside with defeat and pain, unfortunately for her, she was the bitch who was going to bring all his joy to its knees. She just prayed their newly found love could withstand the upcoming trial in their relationship. Even with something as unforgivable as she had done.

Daily Planet, Tiny Tikes DayCare…

"Hi Miss La-" Cassey was about to greet but came to an abrupt halt at the hand raised in air toward her.

"No time for greetings now. Can I just please get my son, I really need to get home." Lana curtly interrupted, she was really feeling short tempered at the moment with Lex having cancelled all her credit cards out of spite. He laughed at her Isis foundation dream, wanting to help those who were meteor infected. He riled that the money on those pathetic people were a waste. It wasn't to her, she felt through them, by helping, she was redeeming herself a little with tarnishing her name with the Luthor legacy.

Cassey cringed at the cut in Lana's words and with slightly shaky hands held out the clip board with sign-out form attached. "If you could...just check out, please."

Lana snatched the clipboard and tossed it aside with heat, it clattered loudly to the desk top. "I don't have time for damn procedures, get my son, now!"

"Ye-Yes, Miss Lang." Cassey looked on the verge of tears, deciding it better for herself if she just called the woman by her birth name, and quickly left to retrieve the Luthor baby.

"Manners much, Lana? She's only trying to do her job. Or should I call you Mrs Luthor now? Since you know, you married Clark's ex-best friend." Lois stood by open glass door propped open against her shoulder as she crossed her arms. A slit in her eyes toward the raven-haired woman she didn't expect to see picking up offspring here of all places. Or having a child to begin with so early into a marriage with Satan himself. Lex must really be obsessed like his father with laying out his heirs quickly on this unprepared earth.

With an annoyed huff, recognizing the irritating familiar voice, Lana spun on her heels and faced one of the Daily Planet's newly hire when her husband let the paper go and sold it. "Lois Lane, you must be confused the basement is a few more floors down. In that direction." Lana snippily replied and proceeded to show the direction by pointing down with her forefinger and speaking as if to a child.

"A direction you must be all too familiar with." Lois smirked with fake wide grin claiming her lips. "Since you know, being married to Belazupud himself."

Lana's face dropped, a scalding remark on tongue and about to unleash when Cassey returned with son in arms, handing him over. "Here you, Connor had some trouble keeping down food today."

"Why wasn't I notified of this?" Lana raged as she cradled son to her chest, hand feeling his head for fever as if he was a delicate porcelain doll.

Cassey jumped from the tone of her voice and didn't make eye contact in fear. "Your nurse said she had everything under control and to not bother you."

"She's his nurse, not his mother, I am and next time I want you to call me. Are you competent enough to understand that?" Lana's word biting toward the young girl who sniffed in a deep breath and meekly nodded.

"Lana, layoff she's just a kid." Lois' stern voice spoke from behind and Cassey looked up giving a small gracious smile before scampering away.

"Who are you again?" Lana exasperated in frustration as she spun around on the reporter. "What was it my husband called you? Muffin-peddling, dropout?"

Lois ice-slit eyes dropped to the bald baby in Lana's arms and a low whistled escaped between lips. "I feel sorry for the kid, not only because of the parents he was unfortunately born to, but no escaping who his daddy is, bald head and all. Wow!"

Lana scoffed out in indignation but Lois went right on not letting her get a word in edge wise. "I use to think you were an ok person, just a little misunderstood and perhaps sad being orphaned and all with loosing your parents the way you did. Now, I guess rolling in all that Luthor dough and warming Lex's bed will turn any sugar sweet girl to the dark side, literally."

"How dare you?" Lana snapped, her own brown eyes slit in anger. "You can't find anything worthy to put your name on for one of your so called front page stories, so you come up here to harass me and my son?"

Lois shook her head, a little smirk on the corner of her lip as she stepped around the raven-haired psycho married to Lex. "Lana, you were always good at playing the victim Card. It's what kept Clark in your back pocket as long as you did and your son is the only innocent one in that sad little family of yours...innocent for now anyway."

Lana seethed as she watched Lois step up to the main desk to sign name on sign-out clipboard. "As fun as it is to 'harass' you, no I'm not, I'm here to pick up son. Thank you very much."

"Yo-You have a child?" The other darker haired woman replied in shock before giving a rude snort of laughter. "What guy was unlucky enough to fertilize your egg?"

"Not that it's any of your damn business..." Lois slammed the pen down on the clipboard, baby in her hands or no this spoiled twerp was going to meet every knuckle of her four fingers to her right hand. To her fortunate save, Cassey showed up at that moment with baby John-John, happy and gurgling as ever.

The features on Lana's fair, pale face dropped, jaw slacked open as she did a double take on the babe Cassey was handing over to the feisty reporter. Her dark brown eyes following the scene as Lois took her baby boy, placing him on her hip and went back to staring daggers at the doe-eyed woman.

Beautiful blue eyes and bounding black curls met her dark eyes as he gummed at chubby little fingers and pointed toward something that caught his inquisitive sight. And her heart dropped to the lower depths of her stomach.

"It's been 'fun' catching up, but I need to g-" Lois went to turn around and storm away from the pathetic excuse for a woman but a thin fingered hand clutched tightly at her elbow, stopping her from leaving.

"It's Clark Kent, isn't it?" Lana muttered in awe, her eyes wet with malice and greedily reading everything Lois' face was slipping at being caught. "He-He doesn't know...Does he?"

Lois cooled her features and yanked her arm free from her tightening hand. She didn't have to explain anything to this pretentious wannabe saint. "Stay away from me and my son."

"You bitch, how could you keep such a secret away from Clark? How could you keep his son away?" Lana continued, digging herself in a giant hole as she let her mouth run without thinking. "I can't believe he even slept with you, obviously he was at a loss over me..."

"Enough!" Lois snapped, her free hand striking out and grabbing the doe-eyed princess around her delicate fingers and twisting back in a defensive manner. Lana shrilled in pained and clamped her mouth shut as Lois would only apply more pressure which caused even more severe pain to shoot through her limb. "If Clark finds out anything about his son before it comes out of my mouth. All that I am will rain down Holly Hell upon you. Got it?"

Lois jerked her hand one more time to send her message across once more loud and clear and then pushed her away before storming off to leave out of her presence before she did something she'd really regret. It was bad enough she had to act in such manner in front of her son, she was sure Luthor's kid had seen his fair share of crap being the son of Lex.

"Sorry mommy had to get upset in front of you." She whispered to her son, soothing his curly hair and kissing his chubby cheeks as she walked away.

Lana flexed her sore hand and fingers from the inflicted pain, her stormy eyes glaring at Lois' retreating form before disgustingly dropping down to son with bald head. Her hatred of child coming up short, to a stop, as she looked in Connor's blue eyes.

Blue orbs that reminded her so much of another baby's...

To Be Continued.

A/N: Dun! Dun! Dun! lol Anyway hoped you guys enjoyed, please review! Next Time: Chloe, Oliver and Lois Talk. Dinner Date between Lois and Clark. Chloe, Oliver and Martha push Clark to join the JLA. And Finally the Reveal everyone is waiting for and much, much more!

Until next time, Cya!