AN: OK, I know I said this would be short, but I have come to the sad conclusion that I just can't do 'short'. So there goes my dream of ever doing a one shot. Anyway there's only two acts to this part 4, and then Finally! (For Me) on to chap 9, the official first day of the cruise. I'm gonna try to do one"short" (as short as I can do) chap for each day the gang is on the cruise (Seven) and I promise no more parts/acts. Believe me they are more frustrating for me then they are for you.
Shout Out/Thanks: First to Mysterious-Vixen who provided the "big nose" ideal and provided a couple lines for it and also some lines for the "mix up" ideal which is in act II. Thanks so much, M-V!
To Liza (thanks again, for the dedication!) not only does she make great Clois vids, she's a great friend! So, thanks so much for the encouragement and for just being a great person to chat with.
To Everyone who been with this story since the beginning and those who just joined. Thanks Big time, you guys will never truly know how much your reviews help with making this fic. Thanks!
Chapter 8 Part 4/ Act I : Lois is no one's B!
Clark and Chloe searched around for hours, even showing people Lois' picture, to see if they might have seen her anywhere. They stopped and rested on a nearby bench, Clark's hand tightly grasped on his cell phone waiting to be "chirped", about any news of her.
"Err! Where can she be?" Clark saids frustrated, on the verge of panicking. "We been searching for two hours now!"
"Clark, you will find that Lois has a way of disappearing when she doesn't want to be found, even by you."
He runs his hands through his hair. "God, does she hate me this much?"
Chloe places her hand on his arm. "Clark, Lois doesn't hate you."
"Then why is she acting like this towards me?"he sighs, his head lowered down." She pulls away, every time we get close. Every time I try to tell her, how I feel."
Chloe sees the sadness in his eyes. "You really love her, don't you?"
He looks hesitantly at her, and she knowing why. "Look, Clark I told myself a long time ago that we were never meant. Whatever feelings I harbored for you are of pure friendship now." Chloe saids, smiling widely, her eyes reassuring him.
Clark smiles back. "I need her Chloe, more then anyone I ever did." he lowers his head again."I want her so much that it hurts, and I know she wants to be with me too. I see it in her eyes... I feel it in her touch."
She lets out a deep breath. The first time Clark ever came out with his true feelings about Lois with her, and decides not to pry at the moment seeing as how worried he is.
"Clark...Lois is just going through allot at the moment...don't give up on her." Chloe wraps her arms around herself, knowing more truth to that matter. "She's really going to need you, more then ever now."
Clark went to question her about that comment, hearing something disturbing in her voice. "Chlo..."
His phone begins to beep, both of them jumping at the sound, making Clark nearly drop it to the floor. He pushes the button and quickly raises it to his mouth.
"Bart?"
The phone chirps and Bart's voice comes on. "Yeah, it's me..."
Clark and Chloe stare at the phone intently, waiting for him to say more. After a few seconds go by Clark impatiently pushes the button again.
"Well!..."
The phone chirps again. "What?" Bart asks not getting what he meant, his mind busy elsewhere.
"Bart! Did you find Lois?" Clark all but yells.
The chirp sounds. "Oh, Yeah we did..." Bart saids, then nothing else.
"And?"
"And...Dude! You have got to see the rack on this girl...their HUGE!"
"Bart!" both Chloe and Clark shouts.
The chirp sounds, and AC's voice is heard, Bart complaining as the phone is snatched from him. "Hey!..."
"Don't worry Bro, we found her. She's in "The Oasis" bar, Section B...3rd floor."
"We're on our way. Don't let her out of your sight."
Clark and Chloe walks into the bar, the place looking more like a strip club. A stage for the performers was set with dark blue curtains, a catwalk running down in front, bearing a pole in the middle. The dance floor wrapped around the front of the stage, people busily danced with their partners to the bangin club music consuming the atmosphere.
"Talk about Deja vu." Chloe quips, seeing the skimpy dressed waitresses delivering drinks to tables, reminding her of a certain club back in Metropolis.
Clark's face flushes red, remembering the same night in question, as Chloe. He pulls on the top of his shirt, feeling the same awkwardness and "out of place" as he did then.
A waitress in a pink "Playboy" bunny suit, stops and winks at Clark before taking drinks over to a table. His cheeks tints more, his face baring a goofy grin. Chloe rolls her eyes, shaking her head at him, he just shrugs.
They look around the bar trying to locate their friends amongst the vast group of people sitting at tables and occupying the floor. The deafening music and blinding flashing lights, makes the search near impossible.
Chloe then notices a hand waving in the air at them, the limb belonging to Bart. "Clark, over there."
They make their way through the crowd and tightly spaced chairs, reaching their friends' table. They standing to greet them as Clark and Chloe make their way over.
"Bart. AC." Chloe saids, a wide smile displayed on her face, giving each guy a hug. Not having time for proper greetings earlier. Plus the fact none knew each other was aboard.
"Clark." Lana whispers, giving him a quick hug. He nods as she smiles at him, he displaying his own grin. He takes her a strand of her hair baring the hot pink highlights, they laugh at the fact she went through with it. Glad that things could remain as friends between them, realizing that they were just never suppose to be anything more. He too blind and selfish at those times to realize or accept it.
"So, where is she?" Chloe breaks through.
Lana turns, pointing to the far side of the club, where a long bar resided. "At the bar-stand." Turning back around to face them. "She's had quite a bit to drink, but I wouldn't advise going over there. We already tried talking some sense into her, but she liked to bit our heads off."
"Uh! I'm going to kill her." Chloe mummer, storming over to that direction, Clark following behind.
"Yo, barque another shot over here." Lois banged the shot glass on the counter.
"Don't you think you had enough?" the barque asked, rubbing a towel through a glass.
"Nope!...and neither does this twenty." Lois quirks, stretching the bill out in front of him.
He looks around, checking if anyone is looking, knowing he should be denying her of anything else to drink. Seeing as how she's on the brink of being wasted. He sighs, snatching the bill from her hand and leaving her with the whole bottle.
"It musta been someday for you to get piss drunk, the way you're headed."
She lifts a shot up to him, starring him in the eyes. "You have no ideal." She downs it in one gulp, feeling the burn of the tequila on her throat as it makes it's way to her stomach.
"Ahh!" she breaths out, slamming it against the counter.
The barque just shakes his head and walks away to serve others. A guy in his late thirties, comes over and sits down next to her. Leaning in a little closer then what she was comfortable to.
"So, Doll..." his musty breath blowing in her face, ranking of cheap beer. "...need any help, drinking that bottle? Little thing like you can't handle the whole thing."
She waves the air in front of her face, at the stench protruding from him. "Need a tick-tack?" Lois sneers. "Or is that how fresh breath smell, now-a-days?"
"HAH! Fiesty..." he laughs. "...I like my woman like that."
Lois turned to glare at him but started to bust out giggling, not able to help herself with feeling all tipsy from the shots. She grabbed her stomach, tears forming in the corner of her eyes, laughing hysterically at the guy's nose which was as big, if not bigger then his head.
She continue to double-over from the sight, causing people to turn and stare at her strangely. He thinking that he's succeeding in "picking" her up. "How about we take this to my room, and I could really show you a good time."
He leans in closer, resting his hand on her leg. Lois' smile quickly fades and her eyes glare up, looking from his hand to his smugged face. "Look, I appreciate the laugh and everything, but I advise you to remove your hand from off my leg. Especially, if you still want the thing around for those lonely nights." starring him down. "Seeing as how you suck at picking up women."
"Well, maybe you can show me how?...Pretty Thing." he runs his hand up her thigh, not getting the hint. Lois grabs his fingers bending his wrist back in a painful position.
"OWE!...OWE!...OOOOWE!" he yelps.
"I said, No!" she quips, tightening her grip and twisting his wrist further. "...did you not, just get that?" She pushes him away, making him stumble off the stool.
Lois turned back around to the counter, finishing off a shot she just poured. The guy burns with anger not about to let some girl show him out. He rushes toward her, grabbing her arm in a death grip
"You, B!" He yells, yanking her from the seat, raising his hand in the air to strike her face.
She spins around the other way out of his hold, ramming her fist into his face, a loud "Crunch" is made as she makes impact. He drops to the floor screaming obscurities, his hands cupped over his nose. Blood pouring down his cheeks, and seeping through his fingers.
"Damn it!" Lois shakes her hand, pain surging through it from the hard punch.
She weaves back to the counter grabbing another shot, swallowing it down fast. "Ahh." breathing out the sting.
"Who's the B, now." she smirks, staring at the grown man that she just turned into a baby, weeping on the floor. Her face lit up with satisfaction, even with a few 20 or so shots, she still could kick some major ass, in her worst of days.
"You broke his nose!" a waitress saids, bended down beside him after seeing the nasty hit he took.
Lois shrugs, not showing one ounce of sympathy. "Well , at least he won't be mistaken for Fog Horn now...he should thank me." she saids then starts giggling at her own joke.
She sits down on the stool, a couple guys next to her quickly leaves to a different seat. Lois looks behind her, heads quickly turn away as she scan around. People not wanting her to know they were staring and snickering at her.
The barque walks in front of her, handing her a small bag filled with ice, a smirk gracing his lips. "Here ya go."
"Thanks." she groans, taking the bag and placing it on her right hand, red and swollen. She winces as the coldness stings the small cuts on her skin.
The guy is helped to his feet, but he pushes away from the waitress, his face smeared and shirt covered in blood. Looking to even the score as he charges back to Lois. "Fing, Whore!" he growls. "Someone needs to teach you some manners!"
Lois turns around to his shout, coming into the path of his fist being swung at her. Before she could react, a hand shoots out in front of her face, blocking his punch.
"OWE!" he screams, his fist coming full force in contact with a steel wall.
"Funny, the only one I see needing to be taught is you." he squeezes his hand, the guy yelping in pain as he is forced to his knees.
"Smallville! What the hell do you think you're doing?" Lois scolded, her arms folded across her chest.
"It's called helping. Lois!" he sneers back.
"And, who gave you permission to?"
Clark looks at her, arms folded, face rearing her usual smugged look, he not believing she just asked him that. "I'm sorry!" he shouts, sarcastically. "But I didn't think there was time, seeing as how he almost bashed you in the face!"
"HAH! He wouldn't even had touched me!"
"Right! Coz you're so invincible!" he mocked.
"I'm sure as hell ain't fragile!"
"You're unbelievable!" Clark saids, shaking his head. "I try to help and this is the Thanks I get."
"I can take care of myself, Smallville. I don't need a hero!"
Lois leans over a little too far, slipping off the stool. Clark catches her with his free arm, starring into her eyes as she looks up into his. Time pausing for a moment, Clark's blues trying to break behind whatever barriers left that she still held strongly to. Lois not giving him the chance to succeed in his attempts.
"Get off." she mumbles, pushing away from him, standing to her own feet.
"Err!" Clark groans. "You are so stubborn!"
"And, you're such a BoyScout!" Lois barks back.
"Look!" the guy shouts, snapping them from their bickering. "I'm sorry, Ok!...I didn't know she had a boyfriend." his hand still being crushed by Clark's on top.
"HAH!" Lois snorts. "Please give me a little more credit then that. I would like to believe I have better taste in men."
"Like, AC?" Clark concedes, hurt sounding in his voice, his blues drilling into her hazels.
Lois glares at him. "Like, Lana?" she retorted back.
They stood there challenging each other with their eyes. "Don't bring Lana into this, she has nothing to do with us."
"Well, don't bring AC into this." Lois quips, cocking her head to the side in the Lane way. "...and for your info, Smallville. There is no us!" She spins on her heals, flicking her hair behind her with the twist of her neck and marches back to her seat.
"Can I go now?" the guy pleads, sweat streaming down his face.
Clark lets go of his hand, grabbing him up by his collar. "If you ever touch her again, I swear I will make you regret it!" his face scrunched up in anger, eyes burning red into his.
Clark places him back to the floor, releasing his hands from his shirt, the guy takes off running out of the club tripping over his feet along the way.
Lois sits herself back on the stool, sighing heavily as she pours herself a shot. She pulls it too her lips letting it linger there a bit, then knocks it back without a second thought. She coughs, choking on the liquid at the feeling of sudden wails on her arm, by a pissed off Chloe.
"You're an Ass!"
"What the hell was that for?" Lois asks, rubbing her, already sore limb.
Chloe gestures to the bottle of tequila, half way gone. "This! Are you trying to kill yourself faster?"
Lois looks away, the hard truth smacking her in the face. "No, there's other ways of doing that."
Chloe not finding her humorous, snatches the shot from her hand, she was about to drink. "I'm not going to stand here and watch you do this to yourself."
"Then leave, and you won't have to see a thing." Lois grabs it back from Chloe, downing it before she could protest.
"Lois it's alright to be scared, but there's better ways of dealing with it then this."
"Who said anything about being scared. Just because I might be dea-not here in a half a year or whatever doesn't mean I can't live, and that's what I'm doing...living."
"So this is how you're going to live, by drinking it away?" Chloe asks, angry at how she's acting.
"Geesh! Can't I just forget about things for one night, and have a drink?"
"You had more then a drink...half a bottle of tequila Lo." Chloe saids holding it up.
"Sew I hata..." Lois shakes her head the alcohol beginning to take effect. "So I hada few drinks, sue me."
"Lois you're drunk."
"I'm fine!" she shouts.
Chloe huffs storming away from her, seeing she's getting nowheres. "I give up!"
She passes Clark on the way to join the others. "Maybe you can get through to her, good luck with that."
more coming soon...
AN: Act II is almost finished so don't Worry it won't be a long wait. (definitely will put all ur fears to rest)
WARNING: ACT II...best yet to come!