Chapter 6 - Revelations

Clark couldn't believe he was really here.

Come back to the scene of the crime, so to speak, stick another dagger in my heart. Ha, he realised, another ironic thought. He got a dagger in his side that night too, although that dagger had been real, not metaphorical.

Why had he come here? Maybe he needed to relive the moment before finally confronting Lois.

He stood across the street and stared at the alleyway. What ... what was that? Some figures in the shadows across the street. He tuned in his hearing.

"I'm the one who's been taking them," taking who? thought Clark.

One of the shadows leapt in the air and jumped on the other.

The other! It was Lois. How had he missed that?

He was so caught up in his musings about Lois that he hadn't even noticed ... Lois. He blurred across the street just a moment after the shadow landed on Lois and knocked her to the floor. He connected with the large body on top of her and dragged it to the wall. Ramming the attacker into the wall he pulled back his fist ready to take out his anger on this ... thing ... what is this?

Lois' attacker was covered in some kind of armour. Clark was then caught off guard when the attacker managed to kick him. He stumbled back a step and extended his fist over his shoulder once more, ready to hit. Suddenly there was a large boom and a bright flash. When Clark opened his eyes the attacker was gone. He spun round and round but there was no sign of the armoured ... thing. As he stood there, confused, he heard a groan from behind him.

"Oooohhhh," groaned Lois as she stood to her feet. "I knew my instincts were good. I should have trusted my feelings of mistrust back on the phone." She mumbled to herself. As she stood straight she noticed another figure in the shadows, not her attacker.

"It's you, you're here. You saved me ... again," she said. Oh gosh, she though, here goes. "I ... I need to speak to you but since you broke contact I haven't been able to tell you anything."

She took a deep breath.

"I'm so glad you are here. I ... I want you to know how special you are, how much I admire you." She took a step closer, she needed to be closer to him.

"I love you." There, I said it.

His posture changed, she couldn't say how she knew because he was in shadow and he also made very little movement, but she knew those words had affected him. He turned away from her. Lois' heart dropped.

"No!" she said, panicked, "don't go". He took a step away.

"Clark," she croaked desperately. His step faltered and he spun his head to look back at her suddenly.

"Don't go Clark," she paused. "I love you."

This time he seemed to take a step towards her and her heart soared. Then, suddenly her hair was blown about her face, she felt a wind drag her forwards a step and he was gone.

"Clark," she croaked again. "Don't you love me?" she whispered to the darkness.

Clark felt awful leaving Lois like that: the worst possible moment. He had been taking a step forwards, ready to reveal himself when he heard screams. A burning building five blocks away with a family trapped inside. He'd also heard Lois' choked whisper as he sped off and his heart dropped to his feet.

As he blew out the fire, the family safely away, he knew he needed to get back to her quickly but anther scream came to him across the quiet night. "No!" he growled in frustration and sped off in search of the source of the scream.

As he put out another fire and saved more people he thought back to the moment that Lois had said "I love you." His heart had shattered and he had turned away in grief. She did love the Blur. Then she had changed everything. She called him Clark and then, again, said "I love you". She knew, how did she know? Well, that didn't matter. All that mattered was getting back to her quickly but it was hours later before he found himself climbing the steps to the apartment above the Talon.

He mused over the frustration of the evening. Something, actually someone, had conspired to keep him from Lois all night. When he had caught up to the perpetrator of the fires he had been most annoyed to find his clothes get singed when the villain started casting fireballs at him. A little super-breath cooled him down quickly and he was deposited at super-speed at the feet of a nearby policeman. Clark did a quick check with his hearing and, determining that there were no more immediate dangers, he had sped to Lois.

Climbing the steps one at a time he knew that the most important moments of his life were about to come. He knocked on the door. After waiting what seemed like an eternity to someone who could live at Mach 4 he knocked again.

"Lois?" he queried through the door. When there was no answer he took a peek with his x-ray vision. He saw her curled up on the couch. She was staring at the door. She knew he was there.

"Lois, open the door. Let me in please," he asked. He watched as she stood up but walked past the door and into the bedroom area.

"Lois, I know you are in there. Answer me please," he pleaded. His heart was pounding now. He had to speak to her, get her to understand. She turned and looked at the door again. Then, after a moment, she turned away again still having made no actual sound of acknowledgment.

"Lois, I know you are there. I can see you. It's one of my abilities. I can see through things. Please let me in." She continued to walk away and into the bathroom.

Clark raised his voice, "I can see you Lois, you've just gone into the bathroom, I know you are there, you can't hide."

Lois continued to ignore him so he shut off his x-ray vision and leant forwards to rest his head on the door. After a couple of deep breaths he called through the door again.

"Lois, I need to talk to you. There is so much to say. I didn't want to leave you like that but there was a burning building. I'm sorry." His apology came out all earnest and quick. "Lois. I need to tell you so much. I need to tell you ... I do love you." He paused. "Lois, I love you." His voice faded on the last few words. Suddenly the door opened in front of him and there she was. Lois looked him up and down and then her eyes landed on the symbol on his chest.

"So," she said, "the truth finally comes out."

"Yes," he admitted and glanced down to his torso, "I am the Blur."

"No." Lois shook her head, "The truth that you love me." She smiled, lifted her arms to his shoulders then stepped closer. He felt his heart soar as he dipped his head and then their lips were touching. He skilfully manoeuvred her inside the apartment and closed the door behind while never stopping kissing her. The kiss began tenderly but soon intensified. He rested Lois against the wall and began to kiss down her neck.

"Oh, Clark, why did you wait so long?" Lois idly asked, not really expecting an answer, or wanting one as she was enjoying the embrace.

"I ... wasn't sure how you felt about me," he murmured between kisses. "Didn't know if it would change things." He swapped to the other side of her neck. "Maybe for the worse." He stopped kissing her and pulled away. Staring into her eyes intently he said, "You have no idea, Lois, how much I wanted you to know. You may not even believe me but I was going to tell you tonight. You are the only one I have ever chosen to tell. Everyone else who knows has found out by accident." He dipped his head forward and began kissing her again.

He chose me, Lois though. He chose me. And her heart soared.