Clark zipped passed security cameras into 'Luthor Wing'. Unconscious guards littered the floor of the main hallway. Whether the world would be better off without Lionel in it, wasn't his decision, Lana had just helped him realize that. He just hoped he could relay a similar message to this hurt girl after Lionel's life. He walked up to the two large steel and glass doors of Lionel's office. He started to feel uneasy as he reached for the handle. The sick feeling became pain in a matter of seconds, causing Clark to lose his balance and fall against the cold marble floor with a groan. He managed to open an eye. There was a guard slumped in front of him with a necklace in hand. The center piece of that necklace was a pendant... filled with green meteor rock.
10minutes Later
"I hope Smallville's okay" Lois whispered to herself as she walked down the Luthorcorp executive hallway. Signs of a struggle didn't describe what she had seen once she'd made it to the main corridor. There was even a body stuck in the ceiling.
'Now how he get up there?'
'Do you really wanna know?'
'No, guess not'
'I don't think following Clark here was such a good idea'
'You can't let him do this alone'
'Why not? He's been doing this mock superhero thing pretty good by himself'
'Look around you! That's a highly trained security with his head through the wall over there. This girl might kill him!'
'Wait a sec, is that Clark over there!'
'He's hurt!'
"Clark!" she ran to his side and pulled him away from the door "Are you okay? Where does it hurt? Is anything broken? I can't believe you came here by yourself!" She was almost hysterical, touching all over, checking him for damage. She never realized how much Clark meant to her until then. She'd never seen him really hurt like this and it scared her more than anything.
"Lois" he exhaled heavily "Their still in there... Help Lionel... He doesn't deserve to die." She nodded, getting up and slowly opening the office door "Wish me luck" she winked and closed the door behind her.
Unfortunately, Lois hadn't pulled him far enough from the Kryptonite necklace. The proximity was no longer fatal, but Clark was still having serious trouble breathing. It seemed to take the deepest of breathes to get adequate oxygen into his lungs.
He eavesdropped on the negotiations going on. Well tried, kryptonite seemed to turn Clark into a busted radio; Lois's voice seemed to break in and out. He didn't know how long he'd been laying there but he hoped Lois was alright in there.
"WAIT! DON'T...huff...HOLD ON! CLARK!"
He didn't need super hearing, that came through loud and clear. He had to get in there!
"Clark!" His head snapped to the open elevator doors, seeing Chloe rush from them. "Clark, are you okay?"
"It's the necklace, meteor rocks... Lois is in trouble..." Clark managed.
Chloe threw the pendent down the hallway then she ran to Lionel's office door, and with a tug, "Damn it's locked!"
"Don't worry, Chloe," she turned to see Clark struggling back to his feet. "Just watch the hallway," she nodded. Clark blurred from sight and the next thing she knew Lionel's door exploded into small shards of glass and twisted metal.
In the Office
"Lois!" Clark yelled as soon as he entered Lionel's executive haven. His eyes fixed on the curves of Lois's rear as half of her body hung out the large office window. That half went to a forth as more of her body started to side out. "Lois!" he zipped over to her and grabbed her leg.
"Clark? Clark! Help us, please!" Lionel begged hysterically, clawing at Lois's arms.
"Hurry up before he rips my arm off!" Lois screamed.
Clark smirked and gently pulled them up by Lois's legs. Almost as soon as Lionel was safely back in the office Lois jumped Clark, wrapping her long legs around his waist and burying her face in his wide chest, which took Clark completely off guard. "Uh... Lois, what are you...?"
"Just say your welcome and shut up," she whispered into his shirt. To be honest, she didn't know why she was all over Mr. Flannel, she was just glad she was still alive, and once again, it was Clark to the rescue. But it wasn't just that, he was just-just... she didn't quite know what it was, but she loved having him around, not that she'd ever let him know it.
She had just had a near-death experience, hopefully that was the reason for this reaction. "Oh-okay, your welcome?" he replied akwardly, Lois finally deciding to descend the Mount Clark. "Where's Vengeance?"
"She escaped out the window right before she decided to see if I could fly. Thank you doesn't seem to fit your heroics, son" Lionel entered the conversation patting Clark on the shoulder before leaving.
"Yeah, she said something like you'd never let her escape, like you could stop her," Lois rolled her eyes, "Anyway she wanted me to tell you goodbye. You two good friends or something, I mean I wouldn't put it pass you since you both have a hero complex."
Clark smirked, shaking his head, and ignoring Lois's babbling just glad she's alive. "Well at least no one got hurt."
"Yeah" she sighed, staring up at him for a moment, then smiling, "We make a pretty good team, don't we?"
Luthor Mansion
"Mister Luthor," the Agent formally addressed Lex with a salute.
It had been nearly a month since Lex had started his search for the mysterious Doctor Milton Fine and it had all been frustratingly fruitless. Maybe it was time to go to Plan B. "At ease, Chief Agent Smith," Lex ordered, falling back into his soft leather executive chair. The Agent relaxed. "Status reports."
"Sir, reports have shown very little evidence of subject, Milton Fine, though we assess that he is very much alive." Agent Smith stated.
"And what are you basing those assumptions on?" Lex inquired.
"Someone who resembles Fine has been seen in Hondous and Moscow. In addition, while on recon, many of our agents have disappeared without a trace... Given the number of agents, foul play is a defiant suspicion, sir." Smith concluded, turning to the next page, showing Lex the number or unaccounted for Agents, which seemed to be over a quarter of the agents deployed.
"We might have to use Luthorcorp's cybernetics project to help locate and retrieve Doctor Fine." Lex said mostly to himself.
"Yes sir, sending the prototype cyborg out my give us the necessary reinforcements we need. Plus data could be collected to show how well the cyborg can handle live field conditions." Smith gave a thick smirk, "You're a genius Mister Luthor."
"Well, thanks for the flattery, but about your other reports?"
"Oh right, the Kent's have shown no abnormal behavior. Clark Kent in particular, has only shown that he has a bit more strength and stamina than the average person, considering the work load he takes on at the farm, but it's nothing to really draw speculation," Agent Smith said, continuing to flip through his folder. "Also, Miss Lang and Clark Kent's relationship seems to have improved considerably."
Lex visibly cringed at that. 'Clark and Lana doing well? Something had to be up.' He remembered Lana saying that she had always had the keys to Clark. Did that mean that Clark had told her all his secrets? 'No, Lana may have always had a way of making you happily spill your guts, but it had never worked on Clark,' he thought, which made all this more confusing.
Oh well, if they weren't going to fall apart on their own, then he'd help them. "Smith, contact Simone. I have a job for her."
"Yes sir," Smith saluted and exited.
Beep-Beep
Lex pulled his Nextel from its clip at his side, Beep "Yes?"
Beep "Just a reminder Mister Luthor, the Lane's funeral is coming up in a two days" his secretary informed him.
Later at the Farm
Rummaging through the last items in the barn he thought he might need, Clark thought back to memories held in his Fortress of Solitude. So many good times, like when his dad first left bring the tractor out in the snow when he was nine, or when his dad gave him the telescope, still his favorite toy, or when he and Lana first kissed! So many memories...
"Clark," Martha called out, walking toward him, Lana following close behind. "Lana and Lois told me what happened. I'm glad everything came out okay." She glanced nervously at Lana, "You didn't get hurt did you?"
Lana looked at him knowing. She had told Martha everything that had happened but left out any unusual parts. Mrs. Kent still didn't know Lana knew everything, because that was for Clark to tell her. She really hoped he would today night.
"Its okay mom, Lana knows I can't get hurt," he replied, as if he knew exactly what Lana had been thinking, which wouldn't have been that much of a stretch. "As a matter of fact she knows everything."
"What..." this wasn't really a bad thing but still. Breathe, Breathe, "When did this happen?"
"Election Night. I'm sorry, I really wanted to tell you sooner but it never seemed to be a good time."
"Oh Clark, I'm not mad, just surprised," Martha said, but was still pretty wide-eyed.
"Well it was that or lose her," he said, taking Lana's hand in his, and turning to look in her eyes, "And I knew I couldn't lose her again." The last part of that was speaking more to Lana than Martha.
"I know how much you wanted someone to share your secret with, I was always hoping it would be Lana," she smiled, seeing the blush on Lana's face.
"Thank you, Mrs. Kent."
"Now I know I've told you before, that you can call me Martha," she reiterated, snatching Lana away from her son and pulling her into a hug. "Welcome to the family."
"Thank you...Martha"
"Oh mom, I know this is going to sound strange, but when I took Lana to the Fortress, something happened. Now she can feel what I'm feeling and vise versa."
"You mean like telepathy?"
"More like empathy, but Jor el says we will have telepathy someday."
"Jor el?" Martha didn't know if she liked the sound of that, "Are you kids okay? What did he want in return?"
"I think Jor el meant it to be a tool to help Clark. It kinda seemed like he was giving us his 'blessing', so to speak," Lana explained.
Beep-Beep-Buzz
Martha looked down at her pager, "A day in being Senator doesn't seem to end when you leave the office. If it doesn't seem to be problem, then maybe it is his way of saying its okay for you two to be with each other." Beep-Beep-Buzz 'Darn Pager, 'she groaned to herself. "Oh I almost forgot what we came in here for, Lana."
"Oh yeah, me too." Lana smiled softly and turned to boyfriend, "Clark have you been up in the Loft yet"
"No, I was just about to head up there, before you two came in."
"Why don't you go check you desk. I got you something" Lana hugged him tightly and gave him a quick peck before releasing him.
He shook his head and smiled, "You know you didn't have to do that."
"What a cliché response, just go look," she joked.
Clark climbed the stairs to the upper level, when he saw it. His father's watch lay right on his desk. He quickly grabbed it, touching it gently to make sure it was real. 'But how?' he thought to himself, a tear sliding down his face.
"I search every pawnshop in Metropolis for it, and seeing you smile like you are now is more than enough gratitude for me" Lana smiled.
"Put it on, Clark", Martha said, seeing that her son had moved since he picked up the watch. She couldn't blame him thought, she, herself, was having a terribly hard time holding back her tears. "It looks... great on you," she said absently touching his wrist where the family air loom now resided.
"I miss him so much." So many memories... So many feelings... Unable to hold back anymore Clark pulled both of the people that loved him most to him, crying openly. Letting out all the pent up emotion, all the pain he had been holding in since his father's death. Martha and Lana gladly adsorbed it for him, hugging him back tightly, hoping that their presence and love would be enough.
Neither of them knew how long they had been standing like that, and didn't really care. Martha had waited till Clark had settled down before leaving to see who had been paging her. So Lana and Clark were left to each. Clark breathing slowed while Lana traced her nails up and down his spine. "Clark?"
"Thank you," Clark whispered.
"Clark, I'd do anything for you, you know that," she responded, letting him know he didn't have to thank her for anything. "You feeling better?" she asked, already knowing the answer to that question.
"I know, but you have no idea how much this means to me" he smiled, gently cupping her face.
"I bet I could guess," she said staring into his eyes, seeming something more than gratitude in them. Passion, maybe.
"How about I show you instead?" he inquired, pressing his body tightly against hers.
She gasped shakily at the sound of his voice. Husky, almost raspy, but definitly sexy. "I like the way you say thank you."
Sometime Later Outside
Lois red Ford Fusion pulled up into the gravel driveway. She noticed Lana SUV there as well. Lois walked up the porch steps and cracked the door, but before she could open it enough to step inside, a light flickering out at the barn caught her attention. She could hear Martha in the kitchen, she seemed to be busy, talking to somebody in the house, probably Lana seeing as how she could make out Mrs. Kent saying The Talon a few times in her conversation. She wanted to talk to Clark anyway, so she closed the door back and head for the barn.
So many things had run through her head on the way here. Clark seemed to be the main topic. She wanted to thank him for not only tonight's rescue, but every time he had been there for her. She smiled, at the fact that most people would never have someone like Clark in their lives. He was so caring, funny and honorable, and as much as she didn't want to admit it, handsome, beautiful in some ways. Now if she could only get that flannel away from him for five seconds then he'd be... Okay, where did that come from? Not that she needed a boyfriend, but it was so hard to find a decent hottie that didn't have something homicidally wrong with them around here. The only nearly normal one was already taking, gold figure. Not that she wanted Skippy ANYWAY! GAWD! Lois quietly open the barn doors and light-footed her way in. When she lived with the Kent's, she and Clark had always tried to sneak up on each other... Okay well she tried and failed, while Smallville seemed to get her every single time.
It was a game that was fun and easy to get addicted to, so she figured she'd try to sneak up on him for old time sakes.
When she got to the steps leading to the loft she heard a rather large thud, followed a muffle chuckle. What the hell was he doing? Back flips? She continued up the step until got the top. Deep breath, "I-" Choke!
Lois's vision was filled with a very disturbing sight. Directly in front of her, not twenty feet away, lay Clark, out stretched away from the stairs with his head towards it. On top of him, Lana, slowly rocking her hips and moaning, her cheek pressed against Clark's chest. Sweat glistened on their skin.
Desperately, Lois tried to make her legs move and carry her away, but they refused to bend, and almost gave way beneath her, and she didn't know why.
Clark's hands, which had been moving up and down Lana's back and thighs, stopped to squeeze her rear, then clasped around her waist. "Lana... I-I'm... I'm almost... Don't stop..." he gasped, hugging her tight as she continued thrusting.
"Me, too..." panted Lana in reply. "Ooooh GAWDDD!... Clark... mmmmm..."
Lois's mind shrieked at her to leave, but she still couldn't force her body into motion. All of her awareness focused on Clark making love with Lana, her only thoughts were of what he was doing right before her eyes, and questions: 'Why are they doing that here? Why do I care? Why am I pissed?'
Suddenly, Clark squeezed Lana even tighter and thrust his pelvis up against her, groaning. Moments later, Lana's cries quickened and increased in volume, and she lay still on top of him, uttering rapid moans of obvious delight.
Lois watched, still unable to move, her heart wanting to burst at the agonizing sight of Clark giving passionate rapture to someone other than... she dare not finish that thought, she had no idea these feelings even existed, but they had to stop. Stop Right Now! The warnings vanished amidst incoherent pain take took her body.
Clark's breathing ebbed to shallow gasps and Lana's utterances gave way to soft, pleasurable cooing sounds as their bodies gradually relaxed. Lana smiled contentedly, her head resting on Clark's shoulder and his arms wrapped around her, holding her wonderfully close.
'The longer you wait, the sweeter it makes, I always say,' thought to blissfully herself.
"I love you, Clark Kent," Lana sighed softly, lifting her head to give him a kiss. As she did, her eyes saw the bottom of someone's jeans and shoes at the head of the stairs distance away. Slowly she brought her eyes up, recognition growing as her vision traveled up the height of the garment. By the time Lana's gaze reached the figure's waist, she had a good idea of how it could be, but she kept on looking further and further up until her eyes locked with Lois's horrified ones.
Lois stared back, wanting to scream or run but still too paralyzed with shock to do either. Her face felt like it would be wet with tears, and she still couldn't fathom why, but luckily she gathered the strength to quickly back away before that happened. Lois tried to hold her outside expression as emotionless as possible while her insides spoke of terrible hurt.
Clark, unable to see Lois from where he lay, pulled Lana's face to his and kissed her. "I love you, too, Lana Lang," he said. "I really liked that. All of it," He squeezed Lana tightly against him.
End of Chapter 7
Thanks to Happosai for giving me permission, inspiration, context, and help with Clark and Lana's Love scene.