.056 Breakfast
"It's two in the morning," Clark calls out, from where Lois had parked him on the couch a few seconds after they walked through the door of her apartment. "What are you doing in there?"
"I'm making breakfast," comes the reply from the kitchen.
"You can't cook," Clark points out, rather sensibly, he thinks, as he hears a loud crash from the other room.
"Oh, this I can," Lois shoots back. "Even Lucy wants seconds of these."
"Going to give me a hint?" Clark asks, figuring that he should prepare himself for whatever is about to come out of that kitchen.
"Live dangerously, Smallville!" Lois says, and he can hear the laughter in her voice.
"That's what I'm afraid of," Clark mutters, a hastily-muffled snort from the kitchen telling him that he wasn't as quiet as he'd hoped.
"So, how'd you know where to find me?" he asks, finally, after they'd lapsed into silence for a few minutes.
"I don't – I don't really know," Lois admits, a few seconds later. "I just knew that something was wrong, and that I had to find you. So I started running, and there you were."
"Well, I'm glad you did," Clark tells her. "I'd probably be dead right now if it wasn't for you."
There's a silence from the kitchen, one that stretches for far too long before Clark starts to get suspicious. He's about to get up off the couch and investigate when he hears the clattering of pots and pans start up, again.
"I thought I was going to lose you, out there."
Lois's voice is so quiet, he can barely hear her over the sounds coming from the kitchen. He turns his head and peers through the wall, his x-ray vision showing him Lois standing in front of the stove, staring off into space as she absently stirred something in a bowl.
"Lois?" he prompts, gently, and she jerks, startled, at the sound of his voice.
"You were just lying there, and you were bleeding," she goes on, and Clark can see her blinking back tears. "And, god knows, I can't just call an ambulance to pick you up-"
"They'd probably look at you funny if you told them that your friendly, neighborhood alien needed medical attention," Clark interjects, and he can see the beginnings of a smile blossom on Lois's face.
"Exactly," she says. "And, speaking of, I don't suppose you know some sort of doctor, or coroner, or someone with any sort of medical training? Someone I can call next time this sort of thing happens?"
"Well, it's not like I was planning on there being a this time," Clark points out.
"Humor me," Lois says, coming to the doorway and giving him a quick, tight smile.
She disappears, again, and Clark has to resist the urge to follow her. Lois had threatened to hurt him if he moved from the couch, and Clark doesn't doubt that she won't hesitate to carry out her threat.
"There are a couple of people who can help," he tells her.
"I want names and phone numbers," Lois says, as the noise in the kitchen starts up, again. "I felt helpless, you know," she continues, a few seconds later. "You were dying, and I couldn't do anything about it. I hate that feeling."
"You saved my life," Clark reminds her. "That's hardly what I'd call helpless."
"Still," Lois goes on, "I don't ever want to be in that kind of situation, ever again, got it?"
"Got it," Clark reassures her, but Lois isn't done.
"I mean it," she insists. "You don't get to leave me. Not like that."
"Not ever," Clark says, quietly.
Lois appears in the doorway, then, a plate in her hands. Clark can see tear tracks on her face as she walks over, but he just scoots over on the couch, making room for her as she sits down beside him.
"Those actually look edible," he comments, looking at the chocolate-chip pancakes she's got piled high on the plate.
"Keep making fun and you're not going to get any," Lois threatens, but her smile takes any sting out of the words as she holds the plate out to him.
Clark takes a pancake and rolls it up, taking a tentative bite out of it. His next bite is bigger, accompanied by Lois's knowing smirk as she takes a pancake for herself.
"Told you they were good," she says, and in answer, Clark drapes an arm around her shoulders, pulling her against his chest as she snuggles up to him.