It's five years after the end of season 7. Lana left Clark and than he left Smallville and Lois behind.

Lois decided it was an evening suitable for yellow drinks. This was the third bar she visited this evening or maybe already night? She was drinking margaritas and sipping tequila and making every effort to squeeze every penny out of Lex's credit card. And maybe it's an evening of pink drinks? Nooo, one pink note was enough for her.

Lex fired her from the Daily Planet.

The thought sobered her at once and she poured herself another shot of tequila. This bar, Lois just couldn't remember the name of it, was also a dance club. The music changed to something rhythmic and fast, the low bass shaking Lois inside. To hell with the planet, to hell with Lex, to hell with... Chloe. She will enjoy this evening! Lois suddenly really liked the place. It was her favourite place in the whole metropolis. She took off her shirt, leaving only her blue satin bra and tight jeans. She left the bottle of tequila on the table and went dancing.

Clark arrived at the Atlantis Club in search of Lois Lane and found her. She was in the center of the dance floor, dancing with some big men in total intoxication and provocatively looking for trouble.

He took off the black jacket he was wearing and threw it in one of the corners. He also lost his tie. He tousled his hair and undid a button or two on his shirt. Within moments, the buttoned-up guy, the little dorky, was gone and in his place stood a devastatingly handsome man with a dangerous look. Clark took a deep breath, gathering his courage. He had a plan and if Lois was in her normal state, she would have beaten him to death for just thinking about it. He lifted Cal's mask, something he hadn't done in years, and his whole body-language changed.

He moved towards the tight circle around Lois like a shark in a school of tuna. The attention of all the girls in the place was drawn to him but Clark ignored them all. He walked past the guys surrounding Lois as if they weren't there. She had her back to him, dancing like there was no tomorrow, trying to drown her feelings in wild (and totally sexy, Clark admitted to himself) dancing and booze.

Clark clings to her, encircling her waist from behind with one hand, dancing, matching his movements to hers. Lois felt a warm and strong body behind her, fitting her perfectly. The hand around her waist held her a bit possessively but Lois didn't really care now. She leaned back against that warm body that supported her. She moved slowly, sensually and felt the man behind her harden in exactly the right places. She smiled triumphantly. She didn't lose it. She was still beautiful and feminine and sexy. Men still found her attractive and didn't disappear to God knows where indefinitely. All these men who promised her...

"Hello, brunette." A warm, low, masculine voice whispered in her ear. Lois melted inside like butter. "This place is getting a little stuffy, don't you think? How about we go outside for some air?"

"You're very cheeky for someone I've only just met." she smiled. "I don't even know your name."

"Oh, women have called me many names..."

"I'm sure."

"But you can call me Smallville." He whispered so that under the noise of the music only she could hear him and then lightly bit her ear.

It took Lois's alcohol-soaked mind a moment or two to absorb what he had said.

"Smallville?" she whispered back. Her eyes looked in all directions, her mind suddenly grasping her situation, the men around her and the hungry looks they fixed on her.

"Exactly. So, what do you say, chocolate fudge? Give me a chance?"

She turned slowly in his hand, trying to make it look natural. She placed a hand on his broad chest, just above his strong heart. Only then did she dare look into his eyes.

"Clark?" He smiled and his eyes sparkled.

He continued to dance sensually, his eyes encouraging her to cooperate and then he turned her around so that his back was to the pack of wolves in male clothing that had surrounded her a moment ago. Clark found himself enjoying dancing with Lois. The men glared at him.

"Get me out of here, please?"

"Where are your things?" Without turning her head in the direction, she whispered back.

"At the end of the bar, near the cash register?" Clark sent a quick glance in the direction and nodded slightly. If she hadn't been looking for it, she wouldn't have seen it.

He started moving faster, closer to the rhythm of the loud music, Lois cooperating with him, maybe a little too much.

"Lois..."

"What?" She looked at him with feigned innocence. He looked at her and his eyes flickered. Making trouble with every breath, that girl. Two can play this game. He leaned towards her and whispered in her ear.

"If this is what you're looking for, you need to know something..." They slowly approached the bar.

"Oh?"

"I don't like crowds."

"it's a shame."

"I'm much more successful when people aren't looking at me." He slowly ran his fingers over her waist. Electric currents passed through Lois. She closed her eyes, surrendering to the feeling, to the touch of his hands.

"We need to get us some privacy than." She smiled; her eyes still closed.

One hand still on her waist, Clark grabbed her shirt and bag. He looked at her and could not resist the temptation of her pink lips. He still remembered their taste from that Valentine's Day. He kissed her. Lois sighed. She grabbed the back of his neck, not allowing him to stop the kiss.

"Hey, Casanova!" said a gruff voice behind Clark. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Clark looked down at Lois.

"Shall I take care of him or leave him to you, Fudge?" His words warmed her.

"I might break a nail. Do you know how much a manicure costs today?" He smiled at her and then turned back.

The four men surrounding Lois stood there. They were big, strong men, stockbrokers who saw themselves as the top of the food chain. They were competing for Lois when Clark showed up and just grabbed her from under their noses. They were not going to give up easily.

"It's pretty obvious, isn't it?" The smile on his face did not bode well for the four. He looked at them, clearly indifferent to the amounts of testosterone they were spreading in every direction. "Who are you supposed to be? The hall monitors?" The guy closest to him stuck his finger in his chest in what must have been an intimidating move to any other man.

"We saw her first." Clark looked him up and down and smirked.

"None of you can handle her even on a good day. And it's clearly not a good day for you."

"And why is that?" said one of the horny guys in the back.

"Because you chose to mess with me."

Clark only took half a step forward. The four moved back. The new guy suddenly seemed taller, bigger, more menacing. But he was only one, they were four. Before the alcohol could make them even more stupid and they could pounce on Clark the security guard showed up. He was a veteran of the scene and noticed the melee about to take place. As he got closer, he recognized the four as regular troublemakers, the fifth guy surprised him.

"Cal?" Clark looked at him sharply. He recognized him from his youth. He smiled slowly.

"Hey, Gibbons."

"Where have you been, man?"

"Here and there." Lois glanced behind Clark curiously and Gibbons raised an eyebrow in appreciation.

"Your taste has definitely improved." Clark decided to take advantage of the opportunity. He wrapped his arms around Lois' waist, pulling her to his side.

"But my patience is wearing thin. Me and Fudge want to spend some quality time together and the natives seem to have a problem with that." Gibbons looked at the four.

"They? They're just weekend warriors. Their egos are bigger than their dicks. Or their wallets." Lois stifled a giggle at the sight of the four's faces. "I will accompany you to the exit."

Lois managed to contain herself until they reached her apartment building and got out of the taxi.

"Okay, Smallville, explanation time!"

"I think I'd rather pick up where we left off so rudely." He leaned toward her, his lips ever so slightly from hers.

Lois licked her lips nervously. On the one hand, she really wanted to satisfy her curiosity but on the other hand her whole body longed to kiss him again. He looked at the struggle going on behind her eyes and smiled patiently.

"Ugh, damn it!" Lois said and kissed him.

Her hands encircled his neck while her tongue explored his mouth. He was all sweet and electrifying and God! He knew how to kiss! Smiling triumphantly into the kiss, Clark gathered her in his arms, lifting her off the ground. Lois barely noticed. He carefully made his way into the building, refusing to stop kissing this oh-so-sweet, oh-so-sexy woman in his arms. Four years in the Fortress and no matter how much he tried to keep her out of his mind she always resurfaced. In the most difficult moments when he was about to give up, she stood there and spurred him on, mocking him if he dared to feel sorry for himself. And in the moments of great achievement, she stood there with a knowing look and smiled like the cat that swallowed the cream.

They reached the door of her apartment and Clark gently took his mouth off hers and looked in her face. Lois opened her eyes slowly and then looked up at him.

"You understand there's no going back from a night like this. You won't be able to get up in the morning and act like it never happened." She swallowed apprehensively.

"Nothing's going to happen tonight, Lois."

"Oh." she said disappointedly.

"I don't take advantage of girls with blood alcohol levels above the legal limit. No matter how hot and sexy and mind-blowing they are." Lois giggled. He smiled and moved strands of hair from her face.

"Are you going to put me down at some point, Atlas?"

"I must?" She bit her bottom lip and shook her head. "Good, because I didn't mean to do that." She looked at the door of her apartment and then back at him.

"If I let you in will you answer all my questions? No evasions? The truth, the whole truth and nothing but the truth?" He tilted his head to the side and thought about it for a moment.

"Hmmm... how much of this will you remember tomorrow?"

"Oh, why don't you ruin the whole party, Mr. Buzzkill?"

"Lois, if I'm going to tell you the truth the whole truth and nothing but the truth with no evasions I'd rather you remember it the next day."

"Okay, fair enough. I'll tell you what. I'll let you sleep on my couch on the condition..."

"Yes?"

"That you don't disappear anymore."

"Hmmm, that's a bit overreaching." Lois shrugged. "How about, you'll let me sleep on your couch and I'll make you breakfast?"

"Not attractive enough." He smiled.

"At breakfast we can continue the negotiations and you won't be so drunk." She thought about it for a moment.

"I need a little more, Smallville. You've being gone for five years after all. I deserve compensation." He kissed her again. Something in her voice made him think that she would not have spoken so soberly, and if she had, her eyes would probably have been filled with tears. He hugged her closer.

"That's a separate deal, Fudge. I was going to try to make it up to you in the next ten or twenty years but if you're willing to settle for…" she hurried and put her hand on his mouth. He smiled.

"The next ten-twenty years?"

"We already came to the conclusion five years ago that I am your private property."

"Okay, fine, you can stay but it has to be one hell of breakfast! And I expect full and detailed explanations tomorrow!"

"Promise." He said seriously. She pulled the key out of her purse and gave it to him then rested her head on his shoulder.

"You may open the door."

"Yes Madam."

Clark opened the door and ushered them into the apartment.

Lois woke up in the morning to the smell of coffee and a headache. She moaned slightly and did not open her eyes yet. She turned on her side and tried to relive last night. Suddenly a warning light went on in her mind. Who makes coffee in her apartment? Oh, God, she wasn't that drunk that she invited a guy over to her apartment, was she? Right? She half opened her eyes and looked at herself. She was wearing a small Daily Planet T-shirt and shorts. She breathed a sigh of relief. But she remembered that she had danced with Clark yesterday and that he had brought her home and that they had kissed and that couldn't be because Clark had disappeared, and no one had heard from him or seen him in the last five years. Why would he suddenly appear just in time to get her out of trouble? It couldn't be him and she needs to get up and kick the Clark impersonator out of her apartment before he decides to become a tenant. The parasite!

She got out of bed and put on a Clark's flannel shirt that she st... borrowed from him a long time ago. It was one of her favourite blue and grey plaid shirt went well with what she was wearing now. She put on the doggie slippers Chloe had bought her last Christmas and walked down the hall without ever lifting her feet off the floor. She stood at the entrance of the corridor and covered her eyes. The imposter must have opened all the curtains and her apartment was bathed in blinding sunlight. She looked in the kitchenette and froze.

The radio played rock music at low volume. Lois's small dining table was laden with food and drink. The coffee machine had never smelled so wonderful, and the smell of food filled her mouth with saliva. She hasn't eaten anything since yesterday morning. Dressed only in a white tank top and black jeans, Clark worked in the kitchen and looked perfect and real and alive. He was just walking around with two empty plates in his hands, probably for him and her, and noticed her. A big smile appeared on his face. Lois thought about her matted and wild hair, the old clothes she was wearing, the makeup she had applied and her whole behaviour last night. She did a back turn and fled to the bathroom locking the door behind her.

Oh god! Oh god! Oh god! What the hell was I thinking? Oh god! Oh god!

She looked at herself in the mirror and then washed her face with ice cold water. She must wake up!

"Lois?" A sob escaped her, and she covered her mouth with both hands. "Are you okay there?" She struggled to bring herself under control.