Lois knew that this was a bad idea the moment she walked in the door.
"Do you want a shower?"
Lois' head snapped to face Clark.
"What?!" she half-accused, half-asked.
"I just wondered if you wanted a shower. I'm going to take one and, if you want one, I was going to let you go first." Clark gulped, he'd seen Lois' anger unleashed before and really didn't want to be on the receiving end anytime soon.
"Oh. Right. Okay." Lois rubbed her temples. She really couldn't deal with this today, or any day for that matter. She secretly hoped that her feelings for the farm-boy, whatever they were, would just disappear if she ignored them for long enough.
No chance.
Lois trekked upstairs, grabbing some towels along the way, and went into the bathroom. Pulling the curtain back, she set the water to a temperature just below scalding and entered underneath the force, letting the flow of water run down her back, washing away any anxieties she may have had. In an attempt to relax herself further, she washed her hair. Rubbing her fingers against her scalp in a circular motion, she felt her body gradually ease out of its previous tension.
Wrapping her hair up safely in some towels, she exited the bathroom, closely followed by a cloud of steam.
Lois actually felt herself unwind, she had successfully managed to calm herself down, and all it took was an hour in the shower. Much Better.
Funny, isn't it, how something you worked so hard to achieve can be undone in a single, effortless moment. Like, for example, someone finally composing themselves after what seemed like an endless struggle,being made to feel completely stressed-out again by merely catching a glimpse of a certain farm-boy heading towards the bathroom wearing nothing but a towel wrapped around his waist.
Well, that's just great, isn't it.
Pulling on one of her favorite shirts, she headed towards the stairs, hoping that a cup of coffee would soothe her nerves.
"Aaah! Smallville?!"
Lois, not paying attention to her surroundings, had crashed, headfirst, into Clark, bouncing off of his muscled chest. She began to fall backwards, when a pair of strong arms caught her. Unfortunately, the owner of those arms had failed to recognise that, although his intentions were noble, there was one major flaw in his plan. In the process of catching Lois, Clark's hands had to release the object that they had previously been holding and that object happened to be the only thing covering up Clark Kent's nude body. So let's just say that once gravity had had its way, Lois had a pretty good view of Clark Junior.
"Clark!" Lois yelled partially out of surprise that she was actually enjoying the view.
Of course you're enjoying it! What's not to enjoy?
Clark pulled Lois to her feet and hastily picked up his towel, hiding himself from Lois' hungry gaze, growing steadily redder.
"You should watch where you're going!" she screamed, equally embarrassed.
"I should watch where I'm going? You walked into me!" Clark defended.
"Yeah, well... you should be more careful! And what are you made of Smallville, steel or something?" Lois added, rubbing her throbbing forehead.
Clark hesitated and Lois, seeing it as a sign of weakness, stormed off, wanting coffee more than oxygen.
"By the way, if you hate plaid so much why do you practically live in my shirts?"
Lois, while thinking of a clever but equally sarcastic remark, felt an overwhelming sense of dizziness.
I guess I hit my head harder than I thought.
She fell to the floor, dropping her mug which smashed on the floor.
Hearing this, Clark super-sped to his room, shoved on some clothes, then found Lois in the kitchen unconscious.
Laying her on the sofa, Clark repeated "Lois?" over and over, getting progressively louder until she began to stir.
After a reel of inaudible noises, Lois' eyes fluttered open to meet two sparkling sapphire orbs, concern burning deep within them.
"Lois, are you okay?"
"Hmm... Yeah I'm great Clarkie, just fabulous." she giggled in an almost flirtatious way.
"I'm taking you to the hospital."
"Why? I'm fi- Aah!" Clark, refusing to listen to the crap currently spurting from Lois' mouth, scooped her up causing her to squeal uncontrollably. He grabbed some jeans for Lois and struggled to put them on her.
Thank God for my super-strength. He probably would have dropped Lois without it.
Proceeding towards his truck, ignoring Lois' car, Clark buckled them in and drove off.
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After the longest twenty minutes of his life, Clark sat in the hospital with a whacked-out Lois and a wary doctor.
"Right, so she hit her head?" the doctor confirmed.
"Yeah. Hard." Clark was preoccupied with Lois who, after treating him like a jungle-gym, sat quite happily in his lap, completely in her own world.
"You're so pretty." She turned to the doctor. "Isn't Clarkie pretty?"
"He most certainly is." he replied, then muttered to Clark, "I'll give you a sedative, that'll sort her out. She'll be out for a few hours and should wake up back to normal, save for a huge headache."
Clark gave a quick nod of thanks to the doctor and, after receiving the pills, made a bid escape. He'd had enough of hospitals for one day.
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At the farm, Clark had managed to convince Lois that the sedatives were peppermint humbugs for her to have before she went to sleep.
Clark did have a little trouble getting Lois to bed...
"You can sleep here Lois." he said indicating to his bed.
Clinging to him like a child would their parents, she pouted, "Where are you going to sleep gorgeous?"
He chuckled nervously, he was missing his Lois more and more.
"I'm on the couch tonight."
"Why?" though she stretched the word, making it have two syllables.
Lois grabbed his hand and tugged him towards the bed, causing his already-weak knees to give-way.
Lois giggled and quickly repositioned so that she was using Clark's chest as a pillow.
"Okay, Lois. I'll stay."
Lois fell asleep instantly after having her 'humbugs', leaving Clark to ponder on why he wasn't finding the current situation weird.
Actually, he kinda liked it.