Ever since the day I shall never again talk or think about (with will be thought of as a bad acid trip filled with gray sand, rivers of blood and aliens) the almost doctor that likes to play games with my cousin's huge heart, but of course has his eyes on her but now strangely on me also.

"Visiting Clo in a total friends way, Davis? (if that could ever freaking happen)"

"Of course, Lois, what else would it be (why is it that she is the only one that sees through it?)?"

It was easier to see through his lies (and when it comes to Chloe they stick to him like fly paper) then even the king of plaid Clark Kent himself.

"Likely story, Bloom, and if I catch you staring at me again I'll be taking your head with me when I go."

-weirded

But even threating words (which I thought were pretty damn good but maybe I was wrong) couldn't stop him from placing those eyes, that seemed to be darker then they were yesterday, on me when ever he had the chance.

(getting a little weired out here big time, even more then Lex Luther and that in itself is something)

-

The whole Davis Bloom thing was anything but a large part of my life at this time and place, it didn't even take up a third of brain but you know what and who did, Clark Kent.

(and it can't even be because of, you can guess who, Lana Lang, the queen of the Mary-Sues)

The moment her face came into view (one that everyone thought they wouldn't ever see again and some could only hope) it was like everything clicked into place for Clark and sadly it didn't involve me in any single part of it.

(but I'm only glad the cloverfield monster came crashing in before they started making out in front of everyone, most of all me)

"Oliver you know what this is?"

"What, Lois? I don't think this is the right time to be chatting because we might be dying verysoon."

"The prefect ending to a goddamn perfect night."

-

(but sadly that wasn't the end of the night that was filled to the brim with so much crap it wasn't even funny anymore)

"Run, Lois, Run!"

Every single part of me screamed out, all but the one that mattered the most, my mouth, as the thing crushed people in to bone dust and made a path of bodies all the way to where I was.

And for the very first time (ever, EVER) Lois freaking Lane was mute.

"Lois."

In the single moment I knew today was just not my day but now I had another reason beside Clark Kent.

No I had a huge frickn' reason breathing deeply in front of me with nonhuman kidnapper written all over his made of bones forehead.

"Holy shit."

-

Bonus crack:

Clark: Maybe I should have kissed her?

THE WHOLE CLOIS FANBASE: No duh!

Brainiac: He got the wrong one? WHAT!!!!!!!! %#$%$#%#%&!#KAL-EL WILL DIE MARK MY WORDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Lex Luther: hugs I'm there with you.

Lana: *iz dead*

THE WHOLE CLOIS FANBASE: FINALLY!

Me: Yes, I'm evil. :)