Summary: Lois has an obsessed meteor freak stalking her and putting her life at risk. In order to protect her, Clark reveals to her his secret and proposes. Proposes to pose as a married couple that is! Do new identities also come with new feelings? Or are these fake too?

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Forged I.D.'s and I Do's

by Chinita92

Chapter One:

CONVENE

con·vene - kuh n-veen :

–verb.

1. to come together or assemble, usually for some public purpose.

"Simon Henkell." she stated and sighed. "A 33.1 escapee." Chloe said dryly, a worried look on her face.

Clark studied the picture that was paper-clipped on the top left corner of the opened file in his hands. Male. Tanned skin. Early 30's. Piercing gray eyes. Thick black hair. Strong jaw... and psycho written all over him.

"Okay.. so...?" Clark asked, not sure as to what the danger this man posed, specifically to him.

"Lex is making a super army, remember? Not just planting one ability, but many, combined in one super-sized G.I. Joe. This just isn't some guy that Lex was testing from, this is the super soldier Lex has been continuously overacessorizing in meteor-rock based abilities. With the history that you have, if it deals with super strength, they can hurt you just like you can hurt them, not to mention not knowing what other powers he may have..." Chloe blurted out at once, feeling out of breath. She was genuinely concerned for her best friend.

"How do you know he's going to come after me, let alone to Smallville?" Clark inquired.

"He has a chemical imbalance in his head. He's sick and will hurt someone. I checked some old newspaper articles and found that there was a spree of missing women here in Central Kansas. I couldn't really find out about any of them because they just disappeared, any record of them was mysteriously vanished. But the last woman reported missing was 2 days before Simon mysteriously disappeared, until now that he's resurfaced. Knowing you, you'll get caught in the crossfire, trying to save someone else. Smallville, being the Hotel California of tormented minds, that it is, will probably drag him here, or nearby, at least. I just thought I'd be precautioned and give you a head's up."

His eyes read over the files again. He looked up to Chloe and gave her a small nod. "Thanks Chloe. I'll keep these just to see if I ID him around here. If you find something, keep me posted, and I'll do the same."

"Got it. Well, I've got to get to work. Clark... be careful." she said softly and half-smiled.

"You too Chloe. I'll see you later." he said giving her a small nod. Chloe walked out of the Talon and once again, Clark found himself alone.

Lois Lane ran a frustrated hand through her multi-faceted locks. She was currently typing up her latest article, 'Big Foot spotted in Idaho'. She reread her unfinished piece and noticed way too many red zigzags under way too many words. Perhaps she was channeling her irritation on her bad penmanship, but in reality working for The Inquisitor was getting to her. It wasn't that it was bad, but it wasn't that great either. She sighed, realizing that Yeti's, Sasquatches and Big Foot's... She stopped.

'Big Foot's or Big Feet?' she debated for a minute or so, but defeated, mentally took note to later ask Chloe what was the correct term. Either way, the point was that writing those kind of pieces weren't exactly her cup of chilled green tea, but... she reluctantly reasoned that at least she was getting her thoughts- well, more like her words, read by the public. She hoped that one day she'd get a job as a real reporter in a better paper. For the moment, she'd have to tough it out here. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice a man dressed in short khaki's and a blue shirt with the name "Edna's Flowers" embroidered on one side of his chest.

"Ahem." fake-coughed the stubby man, attempting to get her attention.

"Yeah, can I help you?" Lois asked, half-annoyed.

"I have an arrangement to deliver to a Ms..."

"She's over there." she said, interrupting the humble man. She pointed to another reporter from the bullpen, who Lois cynically swore had Turret's Syndrome... seeing as there really was no conversation that she didn't bring up her 'Beloved Pooki Bear'. She had a theory that if possibly left up to the love drunk bimbo, she'd write about him in the paper. Thank god for editors...

"Well, according to your name plate," he stopped to read his clipboard again, "...Ms. Lane, these are for you. Could you sign here please?" he said, trying to be as polite as possible.

Lois, with pen in hand, snorted, followed by a good eyebrow raising. Who in the right mind would send her flowers? It wasn't even past 12:30 yet! It must have been someone she didn't know. She finished signing her name in a large loop and the man was out of sight. Sitting reclined in her chair, she slowly turned in her seat in slow strides. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Left. Right. Stop. She crossed her arms and stared at the flowers, like they were a contagious disease. She looked back to the monitor, but could not concentrate. She once again glanced at the bouqet situated on the far right of her desk. She bit the inside of her lip and clasped her hands together, tapping her back patent pumps on the carpeted floor. She sighed deeply and surrendered to her innate curiousity. Leaning in closer, she took a large whiff of the pretty arrangement. It was then she noticed a card. Making sure no one watched her give in, she read:

...To a very beautiful woman

'Wow, so original...'she thought bitterly. She read and reread the card, looking for a name, a hint, or some familiarity of sorts but found none. She scanned the premises in suspicion. Was it someone she worked with? She then noticed a sandy haired man with a cheesy smile and.. oh god he had just winked at her. She covered the left side of her face wih her hand in a very conspicuos manner. 'Okaaay...' Lois thought to herself, trying to be as obvious as possible, that way, perhaps, he'd take a hint. It was plausable it could've been him, but there was really no telling. In reality the whole situation kind caught her off guard, but deep down inside she was flattered. The last time that had happened o her was well... when she was with Ollie. Shaking her thoughts away, she regained her composure and rested her finger tips on ASDF JKL; and attempted to type without looking at the keys. After 5 minutes of failure, she resorted to her comfort zone and looked at anything but the screen. Subconsciously smiling for reasons unknown, she continued to write.

Chloe was working as well, only she was doing so at The Daily Planet, where Lois had recently began to fantasize as her next shot, after she would finish her stint at the tabloid paper, of course. Chloe sipped on her coffee, and with her hand, smoothed the back of her blonde bob. She was reaching the end of her article and was almost ready to print out her finished results. She opened her internet browser and typed in a website address. Before having a chance to press 'Go', something caught her eye. She scrolled down to her homepage and read a headline.

Smallville Citizens play Missing Person's Prank

'Have you seen me?'

Name: Lisa Leanigh

Sex: Female

DOB: 12/24/1984

Last Seen: 2/5/08

Though, one line stuck out to her from the story:

"Police Officers searched for records on Sara L. but found no records of her existence. Prank? Or not? So-called friends urge to take action, but officials are stumped on what to do. When a decision is made, media will be notified."

Chloe's eyes widened. 'Could it be Simon, once again?' Just then Clark sped in. "Chloe, any news?"

"Actually... yeah. Another missing female. According to the authorities, it was a prank. Seems to me that Simon may be behind this. Who would play a prank about a missing person? First thing they do is check for records, and knowing they wouldn't find anything would be a waste of time."

"You could be right..."

"Do you have the file that I gave you this morning?" she asked urgently.

"Yeah," he answered, taking out a rolled up folder from his back pocket

Chloe scanned the papers. "No records of owning or renting any houses or apartments. But, it says here he worked in a warehouse by The Narrows at one point." she read and looked up at Clark.

"He could be hiding out there." he said thoughtfully.

"Let me drop my article off at my editor's office and we'll go check this out. I won't leave you alone on this one." she said.

By the time Chloe came back Lois was there.

"Guess what happened to me today, Chlo?" asked the older cousin to her younger relative, retelling the story yet again.

"You didn't mispell a word in your article?" Chloe guessed excitedly.

"Um... ahem. No. ...But I got flowers..." she said and handed Chloe the card. "I figured they were too big to bring in here, so a card should be enough to convince you." she said and smiled her natural flirtatious smile.

"Don't worry Lois, I believe you... so who's the secret admirer?"

She clicked her tongue and smiled, "I don't know for sure, but I have a theory that it's some guy blonde guy on my floor. He was checking me out and winked, in a desperate kind of way, kind of how Smallville here deals with the ladies." she said and shuddered.

Clark simply rolled his eyes, and shot Lois a fake smile. The gesture was returned.

"Well, Clark and I have to go visit a friend... who's... um... sick! Right Clark?." Chloe said trying to sound as convincing as possible, followed by an over-enthusiastic nod from the cerulean-eyed farmboy.

"Cous'... are you trying to get rid of me?" Lois asked in mock hurt.

"No, Lois of course not." Chloe said half disbelievingly and half guilty.

"Speak for yourself," Clark answered rather loudly, while shoving his hands in his jacket's pocket; a sign of impatience.

Lois shot a glare at Clark, but continued to speak anyway, "You've got a tip don't you? Don't worry cous', just because we're in the same business now, doesn't mean I'm going to steal your story. After all, you're family, I couldn't do that, to you." she said whole-heartedly, and batted her long eyelashes dramatically, for comedic relief.

Chloe sighed once more, and looked up at Clark in defeat. He grunted, knowing Lois bad habit of not letting things go. "Fine, the lost puppy can come too."

Clark, Lois and Chloe were sandwiched in the first and only row of Clark's red truck. Lois bringing out her inner nag, would not stop asking if they were there yet. Not to mention, kept complaining that Clark was taking up too much leg room, and then she'd say something suggestive about 'Clark Jr.', cueing Clark (the person), to redden in the face. These events followed up with laughter from the sister-like relatives.

After the long drive, they had finally reached the warehouse. They all got off and slammed the doors behind them, feeling the humidity that hung in the alley-like feel of all that was Gotham. Everyone exchanged looks, and Clark made began to walk ahead, but Lois took it upon herself to make in the front of the group. Finally reaching the door, she was the first to gloomily annouce that the large garage-esque door was locked.

"Smallville, do you have anything helpful in the back of your tru-" asked Lois, her trailing off in thought. She walked to the truck bed and began to rummag through Clark's tools.

"Hey guys, it's open!" Clark announced. "Rusty Lock." he smiled and laughed nervously.

"How does he-?" rhetorically asked Lois as they walked inside. "...and, Smallville, FYI, we're not guys, you'd think boobs would help tell the difference." she said, her high-pitched voice resounding over again. She walked past him, punching his rock-solid biceps, still being able to reach her target in the dark.

Clark, in amusement, shook his head. Remembering their purpose there, he began to look for the large electrical switch. Having succeded, he trigerred on the lights.

"Wow.. totally empty.. They must've had a lot of storage here in the past." said Chloe as her voice echoed in the large empty space.

Clark then squinted his eyes, making his x-ray vision kick in. He searched for any secret rooms and found exactly what he was looking for.

"What about those shelves?" he suggested, trying to sound as trivial as ever, although he already knew the outcome.

"What about them?" Lois asked and sniggered.

"Is there anything behind there? ...I just have a hunch, that's all."

"Yeah right Smallville, like there's going to be a..."

"..hidden room." revealed Chloe after sprinting to where Clark had directed, it was there that she squinted in the small gap between the shelves and the wall. There, she saw a door.

"Clark, give me a hand here." voiced Chloe. He jogged over and slightly crouched, pressing the side of his body against the metal. He 'apparently' had a tough time. Seemed so much so, that even Lois joined his mission to push, when in reality he had done so with no effort whatsoever.

Chloe then leaned in closer to Clark, and asked him, "Anyone in there?"

"Nope." he whispered back.

So, Lois removing a bobby pin form her hair, crouched on her knees, attempting to pick the lock. After prevailing, and strutting her army brat skills, they turned the knob and stepped into what seemed to be Simon's latest living arrangement. There they found a sofa or perhaps a futon, a desk with a computer, a half open closet, and another door leading to what at the moment, was unknown to them. Clark, wandered to the newly found door, being as quiet as possible when opening the locked entry.

Chloe found the computer, thanks to the soft blue glow and opted for the latter, it being her forte.. Lois was at the time, trying to find the light switch in the obscure room, and after achieving so, joined Chloe at what seemed to be Simon's desk.

"So why are we here, exactly?" asked Lois to Chloe.

"This guy is bad news, and we're trying to avoid anything from happening." Chloe answered, her mind elsewhere.

"...and the Award for Most Vague Answer ever goes to...", taunted Lois.

Chloe in reality was too busy trying to find any personal information in the the file cabinets by the desk, that could serve as a password that would grant admission to his PC files.

Just then, Clark called out, "You guys... you better come over here."

"Clark, how many times do I have to tell you we're not guys, can't you te-" But once reaching Clark, she found herself too shaken up to speak.

Chloe's face turned pale and after a couple of minutes of complete silence, she found the voice that she forgot she had. Speaking up, she said, "Lois... I have a feeling, you don't need to worry about that desperate blonde anymore..."

To be continued...

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

Hey guys! Sorry for the wait, and probably not that great of a chapter, but I promise things will get going soon. Just so you know, this is a CLOIS fanfic. I know you're probably like, huh? But we'll get to my summary's plot, I PROMISE!. Thank you for the reviews! Keep 'em coming! Btw, if you'd like, you could go to my profile, and check some fanart I've drawn for Comic book characters, as well as a Clois fanvid I did (you can find it in my updates on my profile).