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A/N: Okay, not entirely sure where i'm going with this, i have an idea but that doesn't really mean much. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 1: Lois, curiosity, dead cat. Look into it.

She was having trouble sleeping and that was pissing her off. She never had trouble sleeping in Clark's bed but tonight she was restless. True she hadn't slept here in a while, bonus of living in town, but that had never been a problem before. Clark's bed usually had the same effect as a few shots of whisky. But not tonight, tonight she was restless. She kicked off the covers and walked down the stairs and in to the kitchen. She could just make out Clark's dark form sprawled face down on the couch. She poured herself a glass of water and sat at the kitchen table just watching Clark sleep.

Today had been another of those days. The ones she refused to acknowledge had actually happened the way they did. Today was another day on a long list where she had gotten herself in trouble and Clark had come and saved the day. She had to hand it to him, for a farm boy he certainly was good at getting her out of dangerous situations. Sometimes she wondered how he did it, how he managed to be in the right place at the right time but then she realized it was best not to question a good thing.

She was scoffing at her own thoughts when she noticed something funny. She'd been staring at Clark but lost in her thoughts she hadn't really been looking. He seemed to be moving but not as one might in their sleep. He wasn't moving around or shifting position he seemed to be rising. Almost choking on her water, Lois placed the glass on the table and crept toward Clark. She rounded the couch and her mouth fell open. Her eyes struggled to take in what she was seeing. Clark was floating!

Careful not to wake him she stepped forward and gingerly waved a hand beneath him checking for any hidden wires or any sign that this was some sort of a joke. No wires. Her mind struggled to find an explanation even as she sat back on the coffee table and stared.

'Huh.'

That simple word had a rather interesting affect. It seemed to wake Clark up. He groaned, opened his eyes took one look at the couch a foot below him and his eyes widened and he fell back down with a rather surprised thud. Lois snorted. Far from being alarmed she found the whole thing amusing.

'Haven't quite got a hang of that trick, hey Smallville.'

Clark jumped in surprise and turned to face Lois with wide eyes.

'Lois!' he yelped, scrambling to his feet to put some much needed space between him and the offending couch. 'It's not what you think!'

'So you didn't start to float in your sleep?'

Clark didn't have an answer for that one and watching him closely Lois could see that there was barely disguised fear in his eyes. He was afraid. She frowned and rested back on her hands so that she could look him in the eye.

'You don't do that very often do you?'

'What?' Clark asked nervously.

Lois arched a brow in amusement she liked having power over Clark, he was all fidgety. He frowned suddenly seeing her amusement and suddenly they were back in familiar territory. Well, almost familiar territory.

'This isn't funny, Lois,' he snapped.

Lois sighed. 'Look, Smallville, so you're just another meteor freak, big deal. I don't think a little floating ever hurt anyone.'

She sat there and just looked at him waiting for him to talk. She took in the fact that he was only wearing a pair of boxers and that his hair was ruffled. She took a moment to appreciate his nicely defined muscles, got a little sidetracked thinking about what it would feel to touch those muscles and snapped back to reality when she realized just how sad her life had become if she was drooling over Smallville.

Pulling her eyes further north and trying not to remember what he looked like naked she realized that he seemed to be fighting with himself. The fear she had seen earlier had given way to annoyance and something she thought looked strangely like relief. It was another few minutes before she realized that he was watching her just as curiously as she was him. Seeing that she was going to remain her stubborn self and not break the silence Clark gave a resigned sigh.

'I'm not a meteor freak.'

'Okay.'

Clark seemed to be expecting more from her but what else was she supposed to say? With an impatient roll of her eyes she gestured with her hand that she was in fact just waiting for him to continue with the explanations.

'I'm an alien.'

'Well that explains your sense of fashion.'

'Lois, I'm serious.'

'So am I. Seriously what's with all the plaid?'

And just like that Clark laughed. He'd been terrified when telling Pete his secret, scared when Chloe informed him she knew and here he was telling Lois he was an alien and she was acting like it wasn't a big deal, that far from that it, it explained his inability to properly coordinate his wardrobe. For the first time in his life Clark felt like he could really be himself. He'd come clean and Lois was still looking at him like the same old farm boy she loved to torment.

'So, Smallville, tell me about being an alien.'