She blinks at him, shaking her head slightly.

"I'm sorry? Did you say your…spaceship?"

Clark nods, watching her face closely, trying to read ever flicker of emotion that was scurrying across it. There was always a huge element of nervousness when he had to reveal this secret, and this time it seemed even more daunting considering the person he was telling was, in his mind and his heart, the person he wanted to spend his life with.

"I'm from a planet called Krypton. My parents, my biological parents, they sent me here. The planet was destroyed. They sent me here just before…"

"To save you," she interjects quietly.

He nods, giving her a moment to digest the revelation he had laid on her.

Leaning back against the sofa, she looks at him.

"Remember this moment, Smallville."

Slightly relieved to hear her call him by the nickname that at first, had annoyed him, but now he found affectionate, he gives her a questioning look.

"Why?"

" 'Cause I'm not speechless too often."

"Okay," he says, unable to help the small grin that appears on his lips. "I'm not exactly done yet, though."

"There's more?"

"There's more."

And, with the fear that she would run screaming from the room behind him, Clark begins to tell her about his abilities. He watches her eyes widen at the x-ray vision and his super hearing (prompting Lois to proclaim how jealous she is, because those were things any reporter would kill for – though Clark swore to her he never used them to get a story). Deciding to demonstrate his superspeed, he dashes out and brings her a coffee, just the way she likes it, in about 2 minutes flat. Seeing the faint glow of admiration in her eyes, he gently boasts that it would have been faster, but the barista at the Beanery was a little slow. He tells her about his super strength, relating the story of how shocked his parents had been when he'd lifted up a tractor like it was nothing more than a feather at the tender age of six.

"And, I'm supposed to have the ability to fly. Though I haven't quite perfected it yet. I can jump though. Actually, I guess leap is more like it. Pretty far, too."

With that, Lois sets her coffee down, a strange look passing over her features. She looks at him quizzically for a moment, almost like she was weighing her next words carefully.

"Are we talking like, leaping over buildings kind of leaping?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"It's just…I've had this dream, at least, I think it's a dream, a few times over the past couple of years. Ever since that Valentine's Day, remember, Lois gone wild? You and I are on the roof of the Daily Planet, and then suddenly we're flying through the air and we land on Oliver's terrace," she pauses, "Maybe it wasn't a dream."

Clark swallows hard, knowing another truth is about to come out, and not knowing if she'll take this one as well as she seems to have taken the whole 'your boyfriend is an alien from another planet' thing. Which, is ironic, considering the gravity of that secret as opposed to this one. However, this one may matter more to Lois, considering what had almost happened between them that night.

"It wasn't."

She looks at him strangely for a second, then her eyes widen with realization.

"You remember?"

Clearing his throat, she sees him reach up for his tie – still being dressed in his work clothes – tugging at it a bit uncomfortably.

"I remember. The lipstick you were wearing…it had some kind of aphrodisiac in it that effected you and your memory. But that's not what affected me."

Seeing her eyes narrow, he could tell he would have to do some fast talking.

"There were also meteor rocks in the lipstick."

"Red meteor rocks," Lois says absently, as she recalls what the woman who had made the lipstick told her.

"Right…it's also called kryptonite."

"Kryptonite…as in Krypton?"

"Yeah...they're actually pieces of my home planet. And there are different colors, they all affect me differently. The green ones, they make me sick, can actually kill me if I'm exposed to them long enough."

He notices a worried look pass over her face at that. "And the red?"

"They um…well I guess the best way to put it is they lower my inhibitions."

"So…Clark gone wild?"

"Basically."

"Why didn't you tell me you remembered?"

"It just seemed, at the time, that it would have made things more awkward for us…if I told you I remembered and you hadn't. Besides, I wasn't exactly proud of myself, especially with how I acted when we crashed Lana's party."

Lois nods, remembering what Chloe had told her about that. "There isn't anything else you failed to tell me about that night…is there?"

"Lois, we didn't. I didn't lie about that."

She nods slowly in response. "So…how did we end up leaping over buildings in a single bound?"

Clark is stunned for a moment, recalling her using the exact same words that night, but then a small groan escapes his lips. Remembering what, or more to the point, who had spurred on his showing off for her, he knew he'd never hear the end it.