Disclaimer: DC Comics and WB Entertainment own everything. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement.

Author's Notes: Before we begin, I'll explain a few things concerning the previous chapter. If you recall, in the first scene, Clark was doing things that he shouldn't have (lying, keeping secrets and stalking), exactly what Clark did in SR. So the crossover was to prove a point because that type of behavior could lead to problems, so they fight. Ok, so, in this next chapter, as the dream-sharing continues, questions will be answered, and they seem to realize that there may be other Clois couples in other dimensions or universes and that their experiences may be similar, but not necessarily the same. And please try and remember this is all a dream. Their wants, fears, and wishes are what you see here. I'm not rewriting SR, not at all. Warning: bring tissues. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you.

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Chapter 3: Not Waiting for Tomorrow

Minutes later, Lois & Clark's office:

Clark held her tight for a few more minutes then he pulled away. "Are you Ok?" No answer. "Look, since this was our first day back from …. Ummm … our … honeymoon, I'm going to talk to Perry and see if we can leave the office early today."

Lois raised her eyes to his face. "You do understand what you said … 'our first day' as if we were them? Clark, we're not them. We can't be; we can't."

She was getting even more upset. They had a small sofa in the office. He guided her there and helped her to relax a bit. "That was a slip of the tongue. But honestly, for all intents and purposes, we are them. I know it doesn't make any sense." He sighed. "We need to leave here so we can talk about this. I'll be right back."

"Alright," Lois said, still in a daze about all of this.

"Just relax. Here," he said and wrapped a sofa-throw around her shoulders.

"Thank you, Clark." He squeezed her hand then went to see Perry.

Clark was beginning to think that it was true. That was the only answer. There may be other Lois and Clarks out there, in other worlds, or dimensions or whatever they were going through. It does make a crazy kind of sense. It was true that they were 'them' but they were different, very different from the couple who had just gotten married, who had lost a child, and had been separated by years of pain and grief.

His mind was clear about that, and everything began to take shape. He knocked on Perry's door. "Chief, do you have a few minutes to talk? It's important."

"Sure, Kent, what can I do for you?" Perry asked, as he leaned back in his chair. He turned off the television. He glanced at his watch. "You know the staff meeting is in half an hour."

"I know that, Chief, but Lois and I can't make the meeting. She's not feeling well."

Perry understood. "I had a feeling … too much sun?"

"That's part of it yes." He sat down and looked him in the eye. "This is hard to talk about." He paused for a moment. "I don't know where to start, Chief."

Perry frowned then he sat up straighter. "This sounds serious."

"It is serious. You see, Lois and I were fine in Hawaii, it was beautiful and relaxing, but after a few days, she became closed off and she wouldn't talk to me, and it may have something to do with … Jason."

"Oh, I see, that's not surprising. Lois went through hell while you were gone."

He couldn't imagine how much she had suffered because of him. "I know, but I'm still trying to piece together those five years. Can you help me fill in the blanks? I don't want to cause her any more pain." He paused. "I know it's a lot to ask, but I would truly appreciate it."

"If you're sure, because those days were hard on all of us. We watched her go through it and it was difficult for her." He stood up and went and stood by the window. "After you left her, she was pretty devastated, and then she found out she was pregnant, but she found no joy in it. She was all alone."

Clark shook his head and tried not to be angry at the other Clark. Circumstances must have been desperate to make that kind of harsh decision. "Go on."

He turned back to him. "Well, Jason was premature. He came at seven months, and he never fully recovered from it. His health declined in the hospital but he survived after a few months of constant care. Lois brought him home and various medications were prescribed plus there were visits to the doctor every other week it seemed." He paused to gather his composure. "He was such a cute little boy, a delight to everyone. He was three years old when he passed quietly in his sleep, and Lois found him of course."

Clark stood up, crossed his arms and put his hand over his mouth to hold back the sobs that threatened to burst forth. "And Lois?" He turned to him.

"She was never the same until … until you came back. Oh, she was all tough as nails and most of the time she refused to even talk to you, but you wouldn't give up on her. It was pretty obvious that you both still cared deeply for each other. It took a few years, but she forgave you and … your wedding was beautiful."

Clark shook his head, amazed at her. "She accepted my proposal." It was a statement.

"She loves you and she's very happy. I never thought I would say that again. She's happy, Clark."

Clark shook his head at the power of their love. "I'm a very lucky man."

"I'll say you are." Perry watched him for a moment. "Are you Ok?"

"I'm alright. Thanks, Chief. I'll call you in the morning. Lois should be fine by then."

"If you need anything, let me know."

"I will, and thanks, Perry."

Clark closed Perry's door, took several deep breaths to gather his composure then headed back to Lois. He found her on the couch curled up in a ball. Tears blinded then he went to her, sat down and pulled her into his lap. She clung to him tightly.

"Can we go now?" She whispered.

"In a minute." He closed his eyes and stroked her hair.

They sat that way for several long minutes. "Clark?"

"Uh, huh?"

"His name was … Jason." Lois was on the verge of tears and so was Clark.

"I know."

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A little while later, high over the skies of Metropolis:

"Can we stay up here for a while?" Lois was beginning to feel a little better. Up above the clouds in Clark's arms gave her peace and security, something she didn't experience while on the ground and in that other world.

"A few minutes couldn't hurt," he replied. He loved having her in his arms like this. He flew higher above the clouds, then pulled his cape around her shoulders. "Warm enough?"

"Yes," she replied and held him close around the waist, her head under his chin.

A little while later, it was time to head back. He drifted down slowly from the sky, and Clark realized that she was almost asleep. Her head on his shoulder, he drifted down and landed on the rooftop of their apartment building. He carefully and discretely managed to open the front door, and ignoring the photos of a beautiful baby boy on the fireplace mantel, he went into their bedroom and laid her down.

Lois snuggled onto the pillow without opening her eyes. After removing her shoes, he lifted the comforter and covered her and soon enough she was asleep. He pulled up a chair and watched her sleep for a few minutes. He told himself that they weren't the same couple from this dimension, but the circumstances of Jason's death were jarring and very painful.

Sighing to himself, he went into the living room and against his better judgment, picked up a picture of Jason. He was sitting in his mother's lap. Clark was staring at himself, a dark-haired little boy, the image of his Father, and the joy of his Mother's heart. He couldn't take anymore, then the sobs he had held back in Perry's office burst forth. He wondered how they even survived the loss of a child.

Lois slowly opened her eyes and realized that Clark wasn't there but she could hear him clearly. He was crying. She quickly left the bed and found him on his knees, still in the suit, and a photograph of Jason still in his hands.

"Oh, Clark," she whispered and took the photo from him and put it back on the mantel. Then she kneeled down beside him and stroked his hair. "Please don't cry."

He raised his tear-filled eyes to her face. "Lois, I … I'm so sorry."

Lois frowned. "Sorry about what?"

Clark frowned and realized he was apologizing for the other Clark, not himself. "Nothing, I'm sorry."

"Stop saying that. You haven't done anything wrong, it was the other one." She helped him to stand. "Look, it's been a terrible day, but we will get through this, learn from it and move on."

"You're right of course," he said and wiped at his eyes. He almost said it again, but looked at the photographs. "He was beautiful."

"I know, but truthfully, he wasn't ours Clark."

"I understand that, but it still hurts to think about what happened to them." He paused as he turned to her. He touched her shoulder. "Lois, I realized when I talked to Perry about Jason that what happened to them could happen to us." Lois stiffened. "Let me finish. I think the reason we were brought here is to learn from their mistakes. We are the same, all of us, in looks and appearance, but we are different. There is one thing though that binds us together."

"And what's that?" She asked, but inside, she knew what he was going to say.

"We deeply love each other, and no matter what happens, no matter what life throws at us, we pull through because we're together, and that's the only thing that saves us."

"I see," Lois said. She wasn't prepared to deal with that. She walked away.

He frowned. "Lois?" He found her in the bedroom apparently looking for something to sleep in.

"I'm taking a shower."

"Ok." He watched her for a minute. "Lois, what's wrong?"

"Nothing," she replied and tried to smile. Lois entered the bathroom and closed the door.

Still frowning, he twirled out of the suit and he also searched for a pair of sleeping trousers and found them in a dresser drawer.

Fifteen minutes later, Lois came out of the bathroom toweling her hair, wearing a low-neck night gown with spaghetti straps, her skin glistened from her shower. Clark tried not to stare at her stunning beauty, but he was only a man after all. He watched as she brushed her hair in front of the mirror. Her reddish-brown hair flowed down her back and over her shoulders. He cleared his throat. "Do you want to talk about what happened a little while ago?"

"There's nothing to talk about," she stiffly replied still brushing her hair.

He stood up and came to stand behind her. She dared to look at his reflection in the mirror. He said that we love each other, but how is that even possible after only a few weeks.

"Lois," he whispered and dared to touch her shoulder. "Everything's going to be alright."

Lois desperately wanted to believe him. She closed her eyes at his warm touch. She put the brush down and leaned into him. He was so warm and comforting and she needed him so much.

He smoothed and stroked her hair. He moved her hair aside and kissed her ear, down her throat and then her shoulder, then back up to her throat. His hands wouldn't be still as they moved down her arms and then back up again. He turned her around and then he kissed her.

Lois wanted to resist him but she couldn't do it. Melting into his arms she put her arms around his broad shoulders and kissed him back. Clark groaned and pulled her closer, his mouth slanted, tongues clashed each battling for supremacy, but they were both the victors. He pulled away after a minute or two and rested his forehead against hers. Both breathing heavily, he whispered, "Are we … ready for this?"

Lois slowly opened her eyes and tried to be honest. "I think so."

"But you're not sure?"

"I want to."

He stroked her shoulder. "I know you do. We can stop, honey, it's Ok." He stroked her hair again. "I love your hair."

She grinned and leaned into him, her head on his chest. Grinning, she asked, 'Honey'?"

He didn't know where that had come from, so he tried to hide his slip. "It's late." He picked her up, walked over to the bed and laid her down. She was so beautiful, he couldn't resist her and then he kissed her again. Lois responded. Then he pulled back. "Goodnight, Lois." He turned to go.

"But aren't you going to sleep here with me?"

"That's not a good idea." He shook his head at her. He went to the door and turned off the light, but left the door ajar as if she needed a night-light to soothe her.

Frowning, she understood why he felt this way. She pulled the covers up, pounded her pillow and tried to get comfortable. "Damn him," she muttered.

Chuckling to himself, Clark watched her through the door, took several deep breaths and went into the den. There was no real bed, only a pullout sleep sofa. The couch in the living room was a sectional, a much better fit for him. Bracing himself, he went into the living room, ignored the photos, and laid down his arms behind his head. He couldn't relax then drifted off into a restless sleep. He woke up a few hours later and it was still the same day. He picked up his watch and it was after midnight. He decided to take a shower to soothe him. After his shower, he walked over to the master bedroom. He actually didn't want to wake her. He reached for the door, but then it opened and Lois was there in a bathrobe. He, however, had a towel wrapped around his hips and his hair was still a little damp.

Lois was frozen in place. She stared at his huge hairy chest and forgot how to breathe. Her eyes drifted down and she tried not to gasp at his long legs, strong calves and large feet. Blinking to clear her head, her eyes shifted up to his face and he was grinning at her. Damn the man, she thought.

Clark liked what he could see. She was pretty, even with her hair all over her head as if she had just awakened from a restless sleep, and all he could do was stare and his eyes of their own accord roamed over her body. Like the man he was, he refused to use his x-ray vision, although he was tempted. "We hadn't eaten all night. Are you hungry?" He raised an eyebrow.

Lois narrowed her eyes. "Very, and you?"

"Ravenous." He chuckled at her glare. "After we eat, we should talk about how we're going to handle working at the office today and the ceremony tonight."

Lois groaned. "I can't handle this. What if we're still here in the morning? I hate this."

Clark may have an idea how they could fix this. "Take a seat Lois. I'll be right back." After changing into a robe, he went into the kitchen, made coffee, toast and brought her some fruit. He returned a few minutes later covered up in a robe. He sat down a little too close, Lois thought. "Coffee?"

"Thanks," she replied and took a sip. "Well, what are you thinking?"

"Since we're stuck here for the time being, I thought we could relax a bit and enjoy it. It may help in the long run."

Lois stiffened. "Are you talking about sex because I'm not ready for that?"

"Well, now that you mention it, it could help," he began which got a glare from her. "Or we could delve deeper into their lives here, you know, try and see what makes them tick and maybe figure out why this happened, then the door may open for us to return. It's definitely worth a shot." Lois was still glaring at him. He was getting tired of her attitude. "Well, do you have any ideas on how to fix this? If you do, please tell me."

She stood up to put some distance between them, then she paced back and forth back and forth.

"Well?" Clark asked again, tired of her pacing.

"Give me a minute. I'm thinking."

Clark rolled his eyes. He stood up and walked over to her then took her by the shoulders. "This will fix it. There is no other way."

"You don't know if that's the key. You just want to sleep with me. Well, we can't. It's too soon."

"Too soon, but why is it too soon? We're adults and we have feelings for each other. Don't deny it. I can see it in your eyes."

"It's lust, that's all it is. You're an handsome man and I … I …." She hesitated, unsure how to finish her sentence.

She was so cute when she was flustered. He touched her cheek. "You what? You want me? I want you too, so very much."

She shook her head. "We shouldn't do this. It will change everything; nothing will be the same." There it was.

"Oh, Lois." He sighed and pulled her to him. In spite of herself, she closed her eyes enjoying their closeness. "Life is like that, we either change with it or we may as well curl up into a ball and die." He pulled back and smoothed her hair away from her face. "We'll take our time Ok?"

She leaned into his hand. Clark saw that as an invitation. He leaned over and kissed her, but instead of coaxing her, he waited for her to respond and after a few moments, she did. Pulling him closer, her hands in his hair, she opened her mouth inviting him in. Clark groaned as his mouth slanted to gain access and then his hands roamed over her body.

He pulled away after a moment of sweet kisses. He reached for the belt on her robe it fell to the floor. She did the same for him. The straps on her night shift were slipped off her shoulders and it also fell to the floor. She helped him with his boxers. He picked her up and walked into the bedroom. Lois couldn't get close enough to him. Now that they were going to do this, her heart had never felt so free as if anything were possible. "Oh, Clark," she whispered, kissing his cheek, his ear and his lips.

Clark stopped at the side of the bed and whispered to her, "Say it."

She knew what he wanted to hear. "I want you, Clark."

Satisfied with her answer, he kissed her hard and without removing his lips from hers, they fell onto the bed. His open mouth kisses were everywhere and Lois could not catch her breath. His lips rained down her throat until they reached her beautiful breasts. He reached out and touched the nipple and it puckered waiting for his lips. Her back arched in invitation and he happily obliged.

"God, you're beautiful," he murmured. Making love was a completely new experience for him, but with her, he knew it wouldn't be difficult or embarrassing. Everything with her just felt right. Clark immediately latched onto the nipple and swirled his tongue around it, then pulled it gently into his mouth and sucked to his heart's content. His lips moved to the other breast and Lois wanted to scream, it felt so good. His lips returned to hers, his tongue demanding an answer, his body pushed her down into the soft mattress as Lois wrapped her legs around him. Her arms curled around his shoulders and then they were in his hair to pull him closer. When he moaned deeply and pushed his hips against hers, she broke their kiss on a sigh and tried to pull air into her lungs.

Lois gasped at the sensation, her chest lifted up off the bed, the pleasure so sweet she moaned loudly as the heat pooled between her legs. His tongue shot back into her mouth, inflaming her. Lois squirmed and opened her legs wider, an invitation he couldn't ignore. His hand slipped beneath her and then penetrated her body with his finger sliding over her silky folds. Lois gasped again her head thrown back, her mouth open on a low moan. "Oh Clark," she panted.

Clark slid another finger inside her and moved them slowly in and out of her wet sheath. She was so hot and the little sounds she was making were driving him crazy. He couldn't wait another minute. Lois cried out as he filled her clinging to his shoulders. It felt so good, he was incredibly hard inside, and the position she was in caused him to sink so deeply inside her that he pressed against her cervix with each stroke.

Lois was on fire and moved with him matching his rhythm stroke for stroke, and then her orgasm broke over her as she trembled in his arms and she could feel his hot semen shoot inside her womb, but then she didn't know anything else as they made that climb high into the heavens where only lovers met and then fell back down to land safe and secure in each other's arms.

After he could gather enough air into his lungs to breathe, he kissed her temple and snuggled close.

"Clark?" Lois whispered pulling him closer.

"Yeah?"

"I'm afraid to go asleep." Lois didn't know what would happen in the morning.

Clark sighed and pulled her closer. "If this doesn't work, I just thought of another way. It may be our only hope."

Lois closed her eyes and let sleep take her, hoping that their only hope wouldn't be needed.

TBC!

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Song Inspiration: I Wanna Be (Your Baby), Toni Braxton.

A/N: Lois and Clark will learn from the mistakes that were made in this strange world. I still think removing Jason made sense because the kid was just too fast. Look at his parents. Well, I hope having sex worked. Making love can work miracles, if you know what I mean. Find out if it worked in the next chapter! Comment, please? Thank you so much.