Previously

"Um… Clark. Should there be smoke coming from the kitchen?"

"No there shouldn't."Clark turned; horrified as he noticed the black smoke that was coming from the oven.

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Chapter 2

"Lois, what did you do?" Clark practically jumped off the couch, pushing Lois to the side as he headed for the kitchen.

"What did I do? I put the turkey in the oven. It's supposed to be in there for ages, right?" Lois replied annoyed and uncertain, as she got up and followed him into the kitchen. Clark was quickly pulling the burned bird from the oven, making Lois cough slightly as even more smoke came out of the oven and continued to fill the kitchen and living room.

"Lois..." Clark shook his head at her, he knew she meant well but…

"I'm sorry Clark. I just wanted to prove I could do some good. Help out." Lois really did look sorry, but she had completely destroyed the turkey. Good intentions or not.

"Well in the future help out by not helping," Clark wasn't sure why he was so annoyed but the turkey was important. It was a Kent family thing. The turkey made the meal. Christmas and Thanks Giving - the turkey was…important.

"Well I'm going to start right now." Lois quickly headed for the kitchen door. For a second Clark considered letting her leave, but it was just a turkey after all… and this was Lois. He wasn't going to hurt her one more time. The turkey could be fixed, more mistake and Lois and Clark might not be able to be fixed as easily.

"I'm sorry Lois. It's just the turkey-" he quickly grabbed her wrist, stopping her. Besides there was no way he was letting her go outside in a snow storm. And a snow storm was what it was out there. They would be lucky if they could get out in the morning. He sighed softly as she turned to him.

"The turkey is important."She took the words straight from his mouth. "I know that. I just wanted to prove I could do something…well important. Show that you can trust me. Because sometimes it feels like you don't." Lois said honestly. Clark swallowed, he did trust her. He just needed her safe more...

"Lois…" He swallowed. He wanted to tell her he did trust her. More than anything. But somehow it felt like it would be a lie despite the fact that it was true.

"I just, forget it… "Lois eyes dropped to the floor."I'm sorry. I screwed up. Tomorrow I'll go and get a new turkey-" Lois began to ramble, Clark felt bad for her and the burned turkey.

"No Lois. We'll fix this one." Clark looked at the burned bird. There was probably some "unburned" meat inside of it. One could hope at least. Worst case scenario they could make turkey pie from it or something. Maybe turkey as stuffing instead of turkey stuffing? Lois looked like she was about to protest but he locked eyes with her and quickly added. "Together. Okay?"

"Yeah. Okay" Lois smiled. "Together." She let her hand slide into his and Clark felt like Christmas was back on track again.

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After carving away most off the burned meat and removing the stuffing (which Lois had made from a few unevenly cut carrots, two whole onions and the sliced apple Clark had hoped was for a pie and then to top it off a whole loaf of bread, how she had managed to fit it inside of the turkey was a mystery to Clark though.) Lois went to work on getting the smoke out off the kitchen while Clark somehow managed to fit (what was left of) the turkey into the very full fridge.

"We make a pretty good team." Lois declared as the kitchen once again looked like its normal did. The only sign of the "turkey burning" was a slightly smoke-smell lingering in the air.

"Yeah we do, but we kind of already knew that." Clark said, brushing his hands off his jeans.

"Well now we know we don't only work well together, but cook well together...um…" Lois blushed slightly as Clark looked at her as if to say we didn't actually make anything "Or well clean up after my cooking mistakes..."

"Yeah…" Clark agreed, Lois yawned widely and Clark looked over at the clock. A bit past 10. They had been sleeping on the couch for quite a while. Clark could usually do with just a few hours of sleep, spending most of the night running around saving people, he was use to only getting a few hours of half decent sleep before having to wake up, shower and head to work. But with Lois in the house, he guessed he would have to go to bed and sleep the entire night, or possibly sneak out – from his own house- to get some "saving time" in.

"How about we go to bed Lois?" Clark stretched out pretending to yawn too.

"But we haven't had dinner yet? I thought that was the reason we were cleaning the kitchen." Lois said looking at him like he was stupid for suggesting bed time before food time.

"Okay, um...how about we have some-" Clark opened the fridge, to look for something that would please her.

"Barbequed turkey?" Lois asked mockingly, while sitting down by the kitchen island.

"I was thinking PJ sandwiches, if that's okay with you." He held up the jam jar.

"What are we? Five?"Lois growled, she clearly very hungry. "It's fine." She then added, waving her hand dismissively in the air. Clark smiled to himself as he found the peanut butter behind a large piece of salmon. Lois was not the best organizer he realized as a package of frozen (or at least they were supposed to be) peas fell as he pulled the jar out. The entire fridge was some sort of oddly built balance system. Clark had just managed to get everything to lie still when there was a sudden scratching on the door. Lois suddenly looked like she was a girl in a bad horror movie about to be killed. Clark frowned. He had he had never though Lois scared easily. But maybe watching the snow man the week before a major snow storm was about to hit the town you were living in wasn't such a good idea? Or maybe it was the fact that not many people visited at 10 o clock at night, while a raging snow storm was well...storming... outside!

"Are we expecting company?" Lois asked, her face having returned to normal. Clark shrugged and moved to open the door, he was pretty sure he knew who or what it was that was outside the door. Just as Clark suspected, it was Shelby. The dog tumbled in, bringing with her a large amount of snow. Clark quickly shut the door preferring to keep the storm outside rather than inside of the house.

"Hey girl where have you been? You'd been out in the storm?" He patted his furry friend with great enthusiasm. Lois looked mildly annoyed. Maybe because Shelby was the one getting all the attention?

"Great work Clark, you nearly let the dog die in a snow storm." Lois said as Shelby began to splatter melting snow over the floor.

"Yeah because it's my fault we both forgot about her."Clark quickly reached for the dog's paw, to see just how long she had been out in the snow."She's not that cold, she was probably in the barn until now. Are you hungry, girl?" Shelby waged her tail at the mentioning of food and Clark quickly began to fix the dog some food. Shelby was soon consuming her food with extreme speed, making both the humans in the he room frown at her.

"Well I see you really trained your dog to be well mannered. At least she doesn't burp." Lois said looking amused as the dog sloshed with the food. "Ohh right. Dogs can't burp."

"As if you would have done any better. You would just have sneezed on her a whole lot." As if to prove Clark's point, Lois sneezed just as Shelby finished her food and headed over to Lois.

"Ohh No. Bad dogie. Ohh great...no don't come near me…Clark could you get me the allergy pills in my bag." Lois half patted and half pushed Shelby away while trying to stay as far away from the dog as possible, this was quite a hard task to accomplish and the only reason Lois was succeeding was by being extremely flexible and using the table for support. Clark quickly reached over to her bag, feeling quite privileged as Lois very rarely let anyone look inside her handbag. Clark dug around Lois bag, suddenly afraid something inside the bag would bite him, and then he finally found what he was looking for.

"These ones?" he asked holding them up for her to see.

"Yes. Now give me those, before I sneeze on your precious dog again." Lois glared at Shelby as she reached over for both the pills and her bag. Clark frowned, handed over her things, and turned back to the PJ sandwiches, shaking his head.

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Clark stretched out making both his coat and T- shirt fall off him in a burned pile on the floor. What would Christmas be without candles? A whole lot safer, Clark though while brushing some dust from his hair. He had for the past two hours been busy putting out all the fires in Metropolis, and now finally they were all out. He had also decided to be a bit proactive and use his heat vision to get the ice cleared away from all the main roads to minimize accidents in the morning. To top it off he had melted all the snow from the Kent's front porch. Clark felt pretty good about himself. He was briefly considering taking a shower, but both the fact that Lois, who was sleeping in his mom's room down the hall might wake up and the fact that there wouldn't be any hot water left in the morning held him back. He wasn't that dusty. He suddenly heard a creaking noise, and listen for Lois heart beat. It was no longer thudding slowly in her room like it had when he returned home a few minutes earlier, but instead throbbing a bit too fast for his liking in the hallway. What was going on? Suddenly his door swung open, and to his surprise Lois was standing in his doorway.

"Clark?" Lois looked doe-eyed at him, and he could swear there was a slight blush on her cheeks. She clearly wasn't expecting him to be awake. Or half naked. Clark quickly reached for a grey T-shirt that he had tossed there yesterday.

"What are you doing in here Lois?" He asked, while pulling the shirt on. Lois heart was still pounding loudly in his ears.

"Well the storm is driving me nuts. I need some normal noise to fall asleep. I thought your snores would do!" Lois said, and walked over to him. Clark was pretty sure this was a quickly made up lie since she had been sleeping peacefully just a little while ago.

"So you thought you would climb into bed with me while I was sleeping?" Clark asked, raising an eyebrow. They were both whispering, even though it was only them in the house.

"Well now you make it sound creepy. But most guys wouldn't complain if I came crawling into their bed." Lois said smiling, clearly amused, before standing on her tip toes to reach up to kiss him, making him forget anything important he might have had to say. Lois arms quickly warped her arms around Clark pulling them closer, and Clark let his fingers get slide through her hair. And before he knew it they were on the bed, tangeled up in each other, both of them panting. Lois was trying her best at getting his shirt off, while he was letting his hands rome freely under her pyjamas shirt.

This wasn't good, Clark managed to think. This needed to stop...but it was soo nice...

"Lois…" Clark grounded. "We can't..." He managed to get out between kisses. Lois frowned, and it was clear to Clark that she though he was insane. But there must have been something in his eyes that stopped her from continuing to kiss him.

"Okay. We'll stop. We can just sleep. We said to we'd take things slowly, and this is well, not slow!" Some times Clark was sure Lois could read his mind. Still panting slighlty she leaned back from him, and the moon lit up his face. Lois frowned again. "And why are you all dirty?" Clark quickly reaching to brush the sot from his face it took him a second to remember why it was there.

"Well I…got sooth all over myself when I put out the fire." He answered without thinking. She frowned and looked at him surprised.

"What fire?" She asked suspiciously getting off him to sit on the bed to get a better look at him.

"The fire in the fire place. Honestly Lois, don't you think you would have noticed if there was a fire?" He said while getting up to start puffing the pillows on the bed. He wasn't sure if he could lie straight to her face.

"I guess I would have." Lois said looking at him with a slightly odd expression in her eyes. He couldn't quite look her in the eyes. He knew there were too many things that didn't fit. Why would he gone to put out the fire in the middle of the night? And wouldn't the fire have died on its own by now? Clark was sure these were just a few of questions running through Lois head, but to his surprise she didn't ask anything more.

"Now can we get to bed? My toes are starting to get numb." She added, a smile on her face all of the sudden. Clark smiled too, if a bit uncertain. He wasn't sure sleeping in the same bed as Lois was a good plan...but just the thought of being able to hold her for a whole night made him throw any precaution he had to the wind. He would just have to trust that he wouldn't wake up floating...

"Okay." He said, feeling a bit disappointed in his own lack of self control.

"Great." Lois didn't wait a second before quickly getting in between the sheets. "Your bed is cozy Clark." She said with a smile. "Come on, Clarkie! Get in here." She patted the covers in a way that made Clark feel like a dog whitch was probably what Lois was going for. But he must have looked a bit stupid just standing there. He hesitated for a second before doing what he was told. To his surprise, as soon as he had slid beneath the blankest Lois curled closer to him. Of all the things he would have imaged Lois being in bed(and he had imagined quite a few things), a snuggler wasn't really one of them...

"WOW Lois your toes are really cold." Clark jumped a bit as her cold feet brushed against his legs.

"Oh shut up!" Lois scooted even closer to him, making sure her whole feet were connected with him. Probably to make sure he was suffering with her.

"Whatever you say, Cold One." He said with a mocking voice, before wrapping an arm around her, feeling a bit uncomfortable. It had been a while since he had shared a bed with anyone.

"Watch it Smallville or I will have to hurt you." She said looking up at him before letting her head rest against his chest.

"Yeah, Yeah. Go to sleep Lois." He softly stroke her hair and he felt her small hand rest next to her head on his chest. It felt nice. Easy. Like it was supposed to be like this.

"Hey, Lois." Clark noticed the clock. It was well past midnight. It was Christmas. "Merry Christmas." He whispered to her.

"Mmm…" Lois murmured, half asleep already. Clark shook his head slightly. Lois sure could fall asleep fast. For Clark on the other hand it took a long time before sleep finally found him, but he didn't mind. He was holding Lois in his arms and everything was wonderful.

So this chapter was supposed to be longer :P But I wanted to say Happy New Year to all of you! Hope you're still feeling a bit Christmassy! Sorry if it's a bit too fluffy for some of you and if you find misspelled words pretend they're spelled right, kay? :P In a way I sort of feel a bit like there is no plot. But there is one coming, I think. Also there are some different views on Shelly being a boy/girl dog, but I think Clark calls her a girl a few time and boy a few times...but in my story Shelby is a girl dog! Anyways! Happy New Year!