"Feeling any better?" Clark asked, very concerned. It had taken awhile to get Lois settled down. Bad things always seemed to happen to people that Clark cared for. It made him sick to his stomach to see her this way.
"Y-yea, I'm ok." she replied shakily.
Lana returned from the kitchen with a tray with three coffee mugs. "Here's some tea" Lana offered each of them, and then took her place beside Clark.
"Thank you"
"Tell us what happened" Lana said, sitting the tray on a nearby table.
"Well I was coming back from dropping off Chloe at the Daily Planet, when I got a call from MPD. They said my cell phone number was in her wallet so that's why they called me first." Lois began, taking a sip of her hot tea before continuing. "She called me a few weeks ago telling me she might come here soon, to apologize to everyone for the way she acted before, and to give Lex back his car." she sniffled then wiped her nose "The cops said it was a stab wound..." she forced herself the choke back the tears that were threatening to spill "right through the heart"
"I'm so sorry" Clark and Lana almost said in unison.
Lois looked back and forth between them curiously "... yea. Anyway its okay, I just want to find out who did this"
"Is there any-" They both stopped before they could finish the same sentence. Lana blushed while Clark smiled and restarted what they were going to say "Is there anything we can do to help?"
She shook her head "No, not really. Chloe's already looking into this and because she's one of the General's daughters, you might as well say there's a whole branch of the military after the killer too."
"Oh okay" he said but then a thought occurred to him "Don't take this the wrong way Lois, but what made you come looking for me?"
She grinned at this, a bit of her old self coming back to life "Not everything's about you, Skippy" Lana chuckled at that, knowing how much Clark hated that name. "I came here to see your mom" she said a matter a factly. "Speaking of... where is Ms. Kent anyway?"
"She had to go into town. Something about the my dad seat in the Senate"
"Okay. So what were you Siamese twins doing before I got here anyway?"
"Nothing" They both said a little too fast.
At the Daily Planet
"I need to see that autopsy report" Chloe commanded some geek over the phone. "I don't care what kind of security clearance the military doctors have on her body, she's family, damnit!" she screamed nearly crushing the phone to its cradle.
"Chloe" a familiar voice said from behind her.
"Clark!" she jumped. "I didn't see you there"
"Are you okay?" he asked, very concerned.
"Yea, I'm about as happy as a bride when Elton John pops out of her bachleor-ette cake" she smiled weakly, wiping her eyes with an over used wad of tissue.
"Is there anything I can do to help?" putting his hands on her shoulders, giving them a supportive squeeze.
"Not unless you have more tissues" her voice cracked as she quickly pulled Clark to her, burying her face into chest, sobbing.
"Everything will be okay, I promise" He tightened the embrace hoping it would take away the pain. After a few minutes the crying stopped but she stayed latched to him. It didn't bother Clark in the least. She needed the comfort and so did he, even if he didn't want to admit it to himself.
She released him from the hug but kept her face away from his eyes, so that he couldn't see the blush that had crept upon it. She had long since come to terms with the fact that Clark and her weren't going to happened, but it wasn't surprising that he still could affect her this way.
"So..." she cleared her throat, trying to break the uncomfortable silence.
"Chloe, I want to be involved. It doesn't matter how I help as long as we can find who did this to Lucy" he said, his fist balled up tightly.
Chloe noticed "There's not a lot we can do right now. The cops think it was a mugging but the strange thing is her money and jewelry were still on her when they found the body." she said and sat back at her desk and begin typing. "All we can do is wait for a lead to turn up something."
"Hmm... Well I'm about to go to the Dean of Met U to see about getting transferred. Let me know if anything comes up"
"Wait, you're going to be going to my school?" she gasped, very excited.
"Hopefully."
"Lois transferred too, last week. I think the movers are moving her tomorrow"
"Yeah, that's what she told me and Lana a little while ago, saying the big city needed her"
Chloe snorted at that comment. "Yeah right, but why are you moving?"
"My mom called me and told me she might become Senator in my dad's place, so that would mean she'd be in the city a lot more offend. So we figured if I can transfer to Met U, we'd still be around each other pretty often."
"Ok momma's boy, so your mom is moving here too?"
"Not really but Lionel gave her a huge executive-style apartment to stay at while she's here on business. And he hired a few farmhands to up keep the farm"
"Wow, talk about 'thinking of everything'" Chloe said sarcastically.
"Yeah, I don't know what he's up to but I'm gonna find out"
"Oh so that's why your transferring. To keep an eye on things"
"That and it lessen the stress on Lana and my relationship"
"Still having on the 'ins and outs'?" she asked very concerned with her two best friends' relationship. She was afraid that if Clark didn't do something fast he might lose his last chance with Lana. She knew keeping the secret from a loved one must be tearing him up inside. And to think she had to live with Lana. She hated lying to her, but it had to be Clark to tell her the truth, not 'Ms. FrontPage News', no matter how much she wanted to.
"Nope, the opposite" he said, grinning a toothy smile. "I told her everything a few days ago."
"Oh Okay-wait a minute... YOU WHAT!"
At the Talon
"I hope you don't mind if I change the subject" Lois said, then took another sip of her coffee, but found it empty.
"Sure, I know we don't talk much but we should. You're not anywhere near as bad as Clark says" Lana grinned down at her Latte.
"So Smallville talks about me behind my back?" she asked sarcastically.
"Yeah, but I know how you two are, you love fighting each other. Maybe it'll become sport one day" she laughed.
"I wouldn't want to publicly damage flannel king's ego, like that." she chuckle. She would defiantly need to have a talk with Clark about his 'conversations' he was having about her when she wasn't there. "But since we're on the subject, what's up with you and Clarkie?"
"What do you mean?"
"I'm not sure. You guys just look like all that stress between you two has been lifted or something. It just doesn't seem as forced as it did a few days ago."
"Things are different now, better." the word better seemed to be the understatement of the year. "He told me everything I waited so long to know." she smiled, mentally hugging herself at the thought of just how good if felt to be with a secret less Clark.
"How'd you do it?" she asked in a, surprisingly, surprised tone. "I mean don't get me wrong, but the mystery of Clark Kent is one of the wonders of the world, and he just up and told you the whole nine yards?"
"I know right? As unbelievable as it sounds that's pretty much what happened." Lana said, only telling her half the truth. She couldn't tell her everything. "Lois, we were at the end of our rope. I love him to death but I just couldn't take the lies or secrets anymore. I guess he finally realize that something's are too important to let walk out of his life"
"Amen to that" she said, standing to get a refill on her coffee "Well, I'm happy for you both" she started toward the coffee maker but turned back to Lana. "You're really lucky to have him" she pause then smiled "Now that you have him, don't ever let him go. I know I wouldn't" she complimented.
Lana stared at Lois' back while she refilled her cup. Something about the way she said that didn't feel quite right.
'I think she likes Clark'
'You're being stupid'
'But the way-'
'We're talking about Lois here'
'chuckle yeah your right, I almost forgot'
'Lois and Clark! That doesn't even sound right'
End of Chapter 6 (Sorry I took so long with the update) (Feed back)
Later message: I need three names for the farmhands.