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?
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Forged I.D.'s and I Do's
by Chinita92
Chapter Four:
SHIFT
shift:
–verb
1. to put (something) aside and replace it by another or others; change or exchange
Pain.
Sharp Pain.
Lois drew in a deep breath. What was that? Some unknown force seemed to somehow...crush her ribs into each other. She bit her lip fighting back tears. Her internal organs knew no where else to go. She heard a slashing noise. She panted, for it stopped briefly. She halted. There's was something else... a sound... No, a noise. She listened intently and yet again she found herself to be wrong. It was a voice.
"Ms. Lane, please suck in your stomach, this corset just wont do if you don't try." said a soft spoken voice.
'Corset? Why would I wear a corset?'
The pain came once again, only this time she knew of its origin. She swallowed hard hoping for another interlude to capacitate her to breathe easier.
"All done. Now, step into your dress carefully, we don't want to rip through the silk with your heel, now."
'Dress? WHY AM I WEARING A DRESS?!' She fought to speak but heard no sound. 'Hello?? Can anyone hear me??'
She felt a slight pull on the top of her head and unexpectedly lost her sight. She couldn't see a thing. All she saw was a bright light. Had she died?
"Finishing touch. Why don't you look at yourself." said the soft spoken voice. "Stunning." said another.
Against her will, Lois slowly turned around. She tried with all her strength to keep her eyes shut tightly. 'Keep 'em closed Lane. At a Girl..' All of a sudden her time seemed to be up, her eyes were opening whether she liked it or not.
'No. No. NO!'
"NO!!" A sweaty Lois called out, as she hastily sat up in bed, panting heavily.
"Lois, what's wrong? Are you okay?"
Lois' head snapped to her left, meeting a pair of concerned blue eyes. Clark. She swallowed hard and attempted to shake the nightmare out of her mind. She brushed her sweaty bangs to the side and gave the male before her a small smile.
"What are you doing here?" she asked dryly. Lois Lane never had the habit of letting her true feelings shine through.
"We are here for business." said Chloe, making her presence known. She handed Lois a glass of cool water, who in turn, greedily drank it down. Thus, feeling the color seep through her previously clammy and pale skin.
"What kind of business?" she asked, slightly out of breath.
Chloe took out a Nikon camera from her tote. "Borrowed it from Jimmy. He won't mind." she said through a toothy grin.
"...And we are using a camera for what exactly?"
"Fake I.D.'s." chimed in Clark, wiggling his eyebrows in phony excitement.
"Ermm... no thanks, I'll sleep in. I'll let Chloe work her questionably-legal magic, and we'll call it a day." said Lois, who secretly had no intentions to fall asleep again.
"Ah-ah-ah, not so fast..." said Chloe, while pulling back Lois' comforter from over her head. "I need pictures. I brought a camera, remember?"
"Use one of the many you plastered on the fridge. See? Problem solved!" she said enthusiastically.
"Old pictures won't do this time, Lo."
"Why the hell not?" Lois whined, her voice muffled against her fluffy pillow.
"Because I need pictures of Erin Wellance, the chocolate-haired fair maiden."
Lois propped herself up on the bed with her elbows, her back facing Chloe and Clark. She turned her head around, her eyes and nose peeking from behind her pajama-clad shoulder. "Are you trying to say what I think you're saying?" asked Lois who seemed to be a derivation of terrified.
Chloe simply smiled widely while dangling a silver bottle in Lois' face. The latter then retreated under her warm covers once again. All that was heard was a loud groan, and a subsequent laugh from the only testosterone-full body in the room
Lois Lane felt like a little kid getting a very unpleasant haircut. She sighed. She knew she looked plain stupid, and for some reason it really irked her that Clark was there to witness it. She tried to be oblivious of his presence and distracted herself by taking meaningless quizzes in a fashion magazine, but found that doing so felt useless, and frustratingly closed the flimsy book.
"Chloe are you done yet?" impatiently questioned Lois, feeling the familiar scalp itch that she couldn't scratch.
"Almost." she said, her glove-covered hands moving forwards and backwards in brushing strokes.
Aside from getting a new identity in paper as well as plastic, Lois Lane needed one physically. Thing is, she didn't expected it to be her morning wake-up call, in her pajamas, in the middle of her apartment and with a raven-haired alien looking on, containing his laughter. She rolled her eyes for what seemed to be the 32nd time.
"How do you know how to dye hair?" asked Clark, directing his question to Chloe.
She gave him an amused look. "Being this smart, do you really think I'm a natural blond?" she asked while dipping the flat brush in the round plastic bowl filled with a foul-smelling creamy substance.
Clark simply glanced at Chloe's golden mane, confused.
"She bleaches her hair, Einstein." Lois said, irritated.
"Oh." he stated softly. He looked around the familiar gold and turquoise room, lost in thought.
"Alright, I finished. Just sit tight and I'll rise you out in a bit." Chloe said, slapping off her clingy stain-covered gloves.
"Fine. I'll be in the bathroom." she said, getting up and walking to, the flimsy plastic cape protecting her upper body swaying with its movement.
Hearing the door close shut, Clark began to giggle, attempting not to be loud enough to get caught in Lois' ear range.
Chloe turned around, facing Clark, her expression agape."Clark, don't be mean! Ironically, getting your hair done is a very embarrassing situation. One really ends up looking look a Martian, well at least how a Martian looks in today's media...", noticing that Clark was uncertain with what she was trying to prove, she continued, "Can't you tell Lois feels some-what ashamed?" Chloe asked, defending her cousin from mockery.
"Lois? Embarrassed? Right... The day that happens is the day I'll grow a second head." Clark said disbelievingly.
"Okay." Chloe said, willing to bet against Clark's statement.
Minutes passed, and still Lois was locked in the apartment's restroom. Unexpectedly, the kitchen timer went off, signaling rinsing time had arrived.
"Lois, come out, time's up." Chloe called out, grabbing old towels for drying purposes.
"Sink in the bathroom is wider. You come here." Lois said from the other side of the sea-green door.
Chloe shot Clark a knowing glance, but the latter seemed to think nothing of it. Chloe sighed in frustration and walked over to the bathroom door.
She knocked. "Lois, it's me." Entrance was immediately granted, and just as quick as the door had opened, it closed.
"Why don't you want to come out?"
"Is that a serious question? I. Look. Re-tar-ded. I'm not stupid, I know it, and I also know that Krypton Kid over there is laughing his buns of steel off. I will not tolerate being made fun of. Therefore, bring all your half-empty shampoo bottles over here." she said determined. "Please?"
"Lois, don't worry... I'll send Clark off on an errand, okay?"
Lois nodded but spoke out, "I don't mean to be whiny, but I'm just not used to be on this end of the teasing spectrum." she said softly, "...and for the record... its not specifically because of Clark... I would be just the same if it were anyone else." Lois said, clearing up the non-blurry.
Chloe nodded understandingly and turned to leave. It was then that her smile grew large and she held a feeling in her gut that when the whole fake-marriage ordeal would be over, there wouldn't be enough cups of coffee in the world to chat over. Indeed, much would happen.
She walked out of the large crimson bathroom and closed the door behind her. Passing Lois' still undone bed, she saw Clark sitting on the blue couch as she approached the kitchen island. She unzipped her leather bag and handed him a piece of paper.
"What's this?" he asked looking down on the fragment of what used to be a sheet of lined paper.
"I told you I would get on this bright and early. So I did, I just need you to pick up the fake marriage license from a friend of mine at City Hall."
"Um.. Okay, sure." he said and smiled, making his way to the mirror-mounted door.
"Oh, and no super speed." she said in form of request.
A bit confused, "Um, sure. No problem." he said and smiled once more.
He opened the door to leave but was stopped short.
"Clark?"
"Yeah?" he turned around and asked.
"While you're there, start working on that second head of yours." Chloe said.
Clark looked at Chloe, and cocked his head to the side a bit confused. After realization had dawned on him, he pointed to the bathroom door and mouthed Lois' name. Chloe nodded a tad annoyed.
Feeling the negative energy in the room Clark smiled, a bit baffled himself, and turned to leave. Chloe then shut the door behind him and dusted her hands from imaginary particles.
"Job well done." she said to herself.
"Is he gone?" Lois asked, her dark plastered head sticking out from the slightly opened door.
"Yes. Now come here before you give Lex Luthor a run for his money."
The thought of going bald was enough to make Lois come to the kitchen sink faster, than well, a speeding bullet.
Clark stood in front of the large white building known as City Hall. He walked up the steps and through the front door. He glanced at the paper in his hands once more, and made his way into the hallway of many doors. He found the room number on the paper and when he reached it, knocked twice. Suddenly, the door flung open and a woman in her mid 20's briskly pulled him inside.
"Who are you?" she asked, whispering.
"Clark Kent. Chloe Sullivan told me to-" he began but the woman clasped her hand over his mouth, this causing the rest of his sentence to become muffled.
"Just Shhh, okay? I could lose my job over this. Our mutual friend said this was a matter of life or death, so I'm granting you with this." she said quietly and handed him a small leather binder with what he assumed was the marriage license. He reached for it but she pulled back
"Lay low, alright. Don't cause attention to yourself. Avoid anyone from checking these twice." she said and finally allowed him to grab the object of his trip.
"Thank You." he said and opened the binder and sure enough it read:
STATE OF KANSAS
GREETING:
YOUR ARE HEREBY AUTHORIZED TO CELEBRATE THE
RITES OF MATRIMONY
Between
TOD WELLANCE
and
ERIN DURLING
Reading the paper before him, he realized that his new identity would be that of Tod Wellance, and his 'wife-to-be' would would be Erin Durling Wellance. He looked up to the ash-haired woman and nodded in approval.
"Here, Tod, sign for you and your 'wife'." she said knowingly and handed him the important paper that would normally grant instant marriage, but since no legal documentation was made, and more importantly since Tod and Erin didn't exist, it really didn't matter if it was Lois' real signature or not, therefore he was to sign for her. He signed his name in his normal cursive style, a bit on the chicken scratch side, but for Lois- err, Erin's signature, he tried to be as neat and girly as possible. The woman looked at both the marriage license and the signed paper and nodded approvingly.
"Looks real." she said flatly, a bit of guilt in her voice.
"Look, thank you..."
"Olivia."
"Thank you, Olivia... This is very important and don't worry-"
"Don't need to excuse yourself...I know, we tend to do a lot things for people," she said studying his face and therefore seeing his determination, "especially those we love."
"-Love?"
She laughed a bit, seeing the situation at hand. "Well, Clark, Tod, whatever your name may be, Your Welcome. Now, OUT YOU GO before I get fired!" she said hissing and shooed him out of her office. He smiled and nodded thankfully and found himself once again in the carpeted hallway.
Clark slid the binder with the signed marriage document inside his jacket under his arm and walked out of the building and onto the street. True to his promise to Chloe, he got in his truck and drove back towards the Talon, no super speeding involved.
Chloe brushed Lois' now rinsed and dried locks, the heated flat iron on the table inches away. Usually, Lois would use a curling iron to style the familiar Lois waves and curls, but since the whole idea was to look nothing like herself, the flat iron was a must. She hadn't even seen the color of her hair, if anything she was dreading it. But she understood at this point in time that she had to put her desires in 2nd place, because when it came down to it, her life depended on a simple dye job.
Chloe brushed her bangs a bit to the side, revealing all of her beautiful face. She reached over to the iron and turned it off.
"There?" Lois asked, antsy.
"There." Chloe stated softly, a smile on her glossy lips.
Lois stood up and walked over to the door, where the full length mirror hung. She felt a flashback from her nightmare come to mind. She waited a few seconds and slowly opened up an eye, and then the other.
Then, she saw herself. At least, she thought it was herself. Same hazel eyes. Peculiar nose. Dark arched eyebrows. Same body type. Just not the same hair. She was going have to get used to it... It's not like she hated it, but she just didn't love it, at least not yet.
"Thanks, Chloe." was all that came from Lois.
Then both girls heard shuffling at the door, and immediately Lois ran to the bathroom, once again. There she heard Clark's distant voice.
"She's still in the bathroom?" Clark said feeling guilty that he had laughed at her earlier.
"No she just went in, I already finished."
"How does it look?" Clark asked, a bit more concerned than Chloe thought he would be.
"You'll just have to see for yourself." she said grinning suggestively.
Clark began to look at the door, focusing his vision. When Chloe saw this she slapped his arm.
"NO CHEATING!"
"Fine." he said, obliging. "Lois, come out... I promise I won't laugh." he said trying to sound convincing.
"You better not if you know what's good for you!"
"I swear."
"Fine. I'm coming out. Close your eyes though." she commanded and he did as he was told.
He could hear her turning the doorknob and closing the door behind her. He then heard her footsteps as she was walking to him, resounding closer and closer, and when she no longer walked, he knew she was directly in front of him.
"You can look now." she said, her voice loud and clear.
Clark opened his eyes and immediately felt the wind get knocked out of him. Lois was... stunning. Her slick straight brown hair looked shinier than her hair ever looked. The contrast from the dark color with her skin made her look creamier in complexion. And her eyes... he really saw the vibrant green in them.
Lois saw Clark's fixed stare, and felt uncomfortable under his gaze and not to mention the deafening silence.
"Okay, I'm allowing you to break your promise. You can laugh if you want.. just say something. Silence kills me." she said, unnerved.
He coughed, realizing he hadn't blinked or breathed. "I like it." he said, that being an understatement.
Lois smiled, "Of course you like it, you see my dark hair and you see Lana."
"Trust me, I could never see you as Lana." he said laughing a bit.
For reasons unknown, his comment felt like a blow in her gut. Clark noticed this.
"...I'm sorry, that came out wro-"
"No worries. If anything, I thank you... you just guaranteed me a good night's sleep." she said smiling brightly, not letting her previous feeling shine through.
"So Chloe, how about those pictures?" she said cheerfully as Clark still kept his gaze fixed on her.
"Not yet..You didn't think you were the only one getting a new look?." she said and then coughed slightly, gaining the dazed farm boy's attention.
"What, what? Repeat that?" Clark asked, not sure if Chloe was referring to him.
"Lois, hand me that tub of gel over there."
"Certainly." she said and grabbed the plastic container filled with clear green gel.
"Gel?" Clark asked confused.
Lois stuck her hand in the tub, her fingers coming out of it with the sticky substance. She inched closer to Clark's now seated frame. As she approached him he pulled his head back, glancing at the hair product and then back up at Lois.
"Don't worry Clark, just because its green doesn't mean its made with kryptonite."
He gulped.
Lois smiled sinisterly and Chloe joined her at her side with a comb.
Splat!
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay, so this chapter is kinda filler-ish, hope its bearable. Please ignore any spelling mistakes and such, I have the flu so I just kinda don't care right now... Another thing, I'm not sure how the marriage license marriage thing is, being a 15 year old girl I'm not really well-informed in that area, so just kind of ignore that as well. Can you guys guess where Tod Wellance and Erin Durling came from?
Note to Penny, your welcome, I don't mind posting this on kryptonsite dot com, just curious... are you a member there? Anyway, thank you all SO SO SO SO much for the reviews, you guys are awesome and are my very expensive unleaded gas in my inspirational car.
Anyway, time to post another Clois fan video link on my profile. "LOIS AND CLARK – NO AIR"/ Description: A video about Clark and Lois, and how being without each other is like living in a world with No Air- impossible... Song by Jordin Sparks ft. Chris Brown
(note: if you like comic book fan art, you can check out some of my artwork on my profile as well!)
UNTIL NEXT TIME!