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 Eight:
TRANSFER
trans·fer – (trans-fur)
-verb
1. to convey or remove from one place, person, etc., to another
"It looks weird." Chloe told her bluntly, making her grow frustrated.
"Must I ask why?" she whined.
"It's just that... Lois Lane... married?"
"I am NOT married." she said incredulously.
"Well your left hand says otherwise." Chloe said and before she could let her cousin finish, her instinct told her to club her with a pillow for speaking such crazy things- and Lois Lane always followed her instincts.
"Hey!" Chloe said, fixing her then messy hair.
"NOT MARRIED." Lois said through gritted teeth, and repositioned her pillow under her head again.
"Fine... Geez." Chloe said as she walked away and sat on the couch next to Jimmy.
"I swear, she's angrier than usual." she heard Chloe whisper to Jimmy.
"I think the thought of living with Clark is getting to her." 'Getting to her? Jimmy had no clue what he was saying! Why would living with Clark make her antsy and fidgety? -Not to mention irritable. That made no sense!' All of this was making her blood boil. She shut her eyes, blocking out the angry thoughts. And before she knew it... she was dreaming.
She walked. And Walked. And Walked. Some invisible force seemed to push her down an... aisle? 'Please let it be Aisle 12 in WalMart.'
Her vision shifted to her right, and then her left- flowers. Beautiful ornaments of fuchsia flowers hung on the side of mahogany pews.
'Oh no.'
She turned to look ahead, where she saw a pair of broad shoulders in a black suit. Everything about him seemed unfamiliar, like a big blur. Who was she being forced to marry? She looked down to her hands that clutched a bouquet of wild roses in a shade of deep pink.
'Hold on. Is this... real?' She shifted her bouquet on her right hand and brought her left up to eye-level. It wasn't as clear as she hoped, but for some reason she was 100 sure that it was her ring. No, not her mother's... Lucy owned it, and she wore it around her neck...
Lois had spent the most time with her mother while she was alive, and it always seemed enough reason for her to be the one who owned such an important heirloom, but not everything in life was how she wanted it. When she was little she always envisioned getting married with her mother's sparkly gold ring on her hand, her mom sitting in the front row of the church, dabbing her tears with a white handkerchief. But again, you can't always get what you want. Seemed Lois figured if she couldn't get married in in the way she always wanted, why get married at all? It's not like she could ever be happy if her mother wasn't there for her. It all affected the whole 'settling down clause'. She knew many people talked about Lois Lane having her way with many men, but in those fleshy moments that she spent in the high hours of the night, it seemed to her that she was never going to have more, and since she couldn't have it, she learned to not want it.
Lois kept staring at her ring, lost in it's cuts that reflected light back into her dilated pupils. Such an insignificant piece of junk. She had bought it on sale, because it simply 'matched her outfit', at least thats what the lady behind the counter told her. She blinked twice, looking down at her silky pointed heels.. and they weren't moving. When had she stopped walking? She looked up.
"Do you, Oliver Queen, take Lois Lane to be your lawfully wedded wife?" 'Oliver?'
"I do." Nodded the smiley blond that stood before her.
"And do you, Lois Lane, take Oliver Queen to be your lawfully wedded husband?" Of all people she had to marry, she should have been glad it was Ollie, seeing as she was still in love with him, break-up and all. So why did she have the urge to run down the aisle, and never look back?
"I.." 'Lois, don't say it. You don't want it.' She didn't? Did she not want Oliver anymore? "I.. do.." 'What?! That was not the plan! NO!! JUST SAY NO!' But she couldn't. She lost her train (not the lengthy fabric that dragged behind her). No, she lost her train of thought. Why? Because she was too busy staring mesmerized at the shadowed figured that had just ripped- yes, ripped open the church doors. It was then that she felt it. The urge to say no.
"..Not. I do NOT want to marry you Oliver." she said, breathless, never tearing her gaze off the figure that paced towards her. She didn't care about Ollie's reaction, all she wanted to see was the face of her hero, the man that saved her from being with one she didn't love... anymore. As her rescuer approached, she was overwhelmed with a feeling of.. familiarity. He wore- a red jacket. 'Red Jacket, Red jacket, Red- CLARK?!' Her suspicions were confirmed as Clark stood before her, and in one swift moment, held her in his strong arms. She blinked. The flowers, Ollie, the church, her wedding dress- it was all gone. She was herself again. But not just herself.. she was Lois and Clark.
As she felt his fingers trace the line of her jaw, she knew she was dreaming. Nothing was real. In any given moment she would wake up.
'I've got you.' he said, moistening his lips with his tongue.
She swallowed, her breath uneven.
As his face approached hers, she noticed his features darken and blur, until all she saw was dense obscurity.
She stared at the ceiling above her. 'Just a dream.' She looked at her surroundings- it was already dark out. How long had she been asleep? She rolled over on her side, now able to read the blinking red numbers on her digital alarm clock.
4:22 AM. 4:22 AM. 4:23 AM.
She repositioned herself onto her back again. She needed a drink of water, and she was determined to get it.
She gently peeled the covers off her body, now noticing that she was still dressed in her the clothes she had worn the day before. She tiptoed quietly to the kitchen island. Her vision finally accustoming to the darkness of the room. She spotted several boxes of pizza on the counter- some half-full, others completely empty.
She continued scanning the room, and finally caught sight of a clean glass on the shelf, and so, went to get it... except it was too high. She stealthily grabbed a stool, and when standing upon it, she found that she missed it by a hair. After much effort, she finally got a hold of the object of her desire- except shortly after acquiring it, it had slipped out of her grasp and crashed onto the floor below her.
"Damn it!" she cursed to herself quietly, as she scurried to hide behind the side of the counter, now sitting silently, waiting for someone to wake up and yell over the ruckus she had made.
She heard a groan. A male groan. She leaned her upper body to her left, enough for her to gain vision of the voice's possible source. She saw Jimmy in a sleeping bag on the floor, curled up into a ball, softly snoring. Why wasn't he on the couch like he always was when he slept over? And then she caught sight of foreign suitcases by the door.
Clark.
She shifted her gaze onto the couch, and sure enough a shirtless Clark laid on the couch, sleeping.
She quietly walked over to the blue piece of furniture, being the brave army brat that she was. She sat beside the couch, waiting for a confirmation that Clark hadn't woken up.
"Thank God you didn't wake up." she whispered in the dark. She felt her stomach flip-flop.
'I've got you.'
She shook her head, attempting to dissipate flashbacks from her dream.
As she stood by his dormant body, he unexpectedly shifted onto his side, now facing her. His closed eyelids burned holes in her cornea. She looked down to her feet, biting her lip nervously.
'Don't wake up, Don't wake up.' she chanted silently.
Having glanced at the floor, she found a warm heap of fabric piled by her toes. She leaned down to pick it up. It was the red blanket she had supplied Amnesiac Clark with upon their first meeting.
'Must have fell off him when turning over.' Lois reasoned and smiled. She smoothed the blanket in her hands, and gingerly laid it on Clark, covering his jaw down to the tip of his toes. She crossed her arms over her chest, satisfied with her work. It could've been her imagination, but she swore the corners of his mouth lifted subtly.
She sighed. She needed to go back to sleep. Forgetting about her thirst and the shards of glass on the kitchen floor, Lois changed into pajamas and crawled back into bed. She closed her eyes, waiting for sleep to consume her.
Little did she know, that her fears were spot on. Indeed, Clark had woken up with the sounds of broken glass.
He knew it was Lois, because for starters, her Damn It's were unmistakable, and her heartbeat singular. He didn't know when, how or why, but he could single out her heartbeat in a large crowd in a matter of seconds. Imagine his surprise when hearing that heartbeat resounding louder and louder in his eardrums as she approached the couch he rested on.
"Thank god you didn't wake up." he heard her say softly into the dead air.
He felt guilt pouring over him for pretending to sleep, but really, his plan was to fall back asleep after Lois did. No harm in that, right?
He subconsciously shifted on his side, getting comfortable, hoping this would send her scurrying back under her covers. Instead, he felt a warmness envelop his flesh, a scent of Lois' car still threaded in the blanket he suspected she had just laid on him. He never told anyone, but when he first met Lois, he had tossed the blanket aside, for he really never felt the cold and saw no use of it. But once he befriended her, and they grew closer, he couldn't leave it forgotten. It draped over the couch of his loft, to which he used at times when falling asleep while studying. It was there for Easy Access. But it was also there to remind him of her. Whether he wanted to or not, it always did. He never tossed it in the hamper, and his mother never offered to wash it. He didn't know why, but it was some unspoken agreement. Who knew a red blanket could mean so much?
He heard her heart skip a beat. Had he slipped a smile out when lost in his thoughts? It didn't matter anymore, because she had stood up and walked away from him.
The day began as any other day would have started- with a morning. Honestly, she didn't need anyone calling her, or nudging her, not even a bullet-proof yanking of the sheets. Yep, she was pretty awake at 8 AM, as weird as it was. She had to blame it on the early start of sleep she had gotten the day before, and the waking up at 4 AM part too. Suddenly, she remembered the broken glass she left on the floor from the night before. She hoped Jimmy and Chloe hadn't cut themselves when waking up, which she knew they already had once hearing Chloe sneeze, and Jimmy closing the front door behind him. Where he had gone to was not known to her yet. While she was thinking about the previously mentioned, she felt a gaze fixed on her. She waited for it to shift elsewhere, but it didn't. Who was watching her sleep? She feigned a stretch, this granting her a slit of temporary vision, but once her body relaxed again, her eyelids had to close too.
Honestly, she expected to get a glimpse of either a camera lens, a blond bob, or some fabric colored in a combination of red, yellow, blue and/or white, but she didn't. Instead, she saw what she could've sworn was a built- olive green- chest. For a second, she almost believed it was Ollie, but she didn't recall any signature blond spikes, much to her newly-acquired relief. But no, there wasn't any blond hair, so it wasn't Chloe, and Jimmy was sort of blond too, therefore not him either.
So, who was it?
She was extremely tempted to just pop open her hazel eyes, but getting up that early would've seriously cramped her style. She stopped thinking. ...She heard voices.
"Clark, it'll be over before you know it. Just.. take it a day at a time." she heard Chloe say. Why had she felt deep pain in her gut? Was she hungry? Because, she already knew Clark was being forced into everything.
"I don't know Chloe..."
"Clark, you're overreacting"
"-Overreacting?"
"Yeah, it's only a-"
"-You're right. Just... forget I said anything. I guess I just really want today to be over with." 'Hmph! Well so do I!'
"Fine." She then heard foot steps gliding across the hardwood floor, followed by a screech on the mattress beside her.
"Lois." A soft nudge.
"Mmm..." Fake-groaned Lois.
"Lois, come on, get up. Moving Day."
She growled. No pretending there. She definitely was not happy that today was the day she had to do the big apartment switch-a-roo with Jimmy-Boy.
The door opened. "Coffee!" chirped a high pitched voice.
Jimmy.
He hadn't directed himself to her yet, but she suddenly had the urge to strangle him. Perhaps something about moving into his apartment being his idea could have influenced the violent fantasy. Perhaps.
"Lois, get up... I'm going to drink your coffee if you don't..." blackmailed Chloe. It worked.
She opened her eyes, fully this time. So her suspicions about Ollie were right on, it wasn't him she had caught a glance of earlier. It was Smallville himself... Just one problem... there wasn't anything very 'Smallville' about him. He sported dark wash jeans, a little more snug than usual, a deep green shirt, which for some reason made her notice how green his eyes looked that morning, and the big shocker that might have made her cook up some sarcastic remark- that is, if she wasn't pretending to be half-asleep. Clark was.. wearing a pair of Black Converse. Besides muddy boots, she'd seen Clark in a leather pair (matching outfit complimentary) at the underground caged fighting arena, and he wore flip-flops once at the cheerleader's pool party, but never did she see Clark in sneakers, at least not in casual wear. To top it all off (literally), his hair was brushed wet with a loose curl hanging carelessly above his forehead, making her come to the conclusion that it had torn itself away from the rest of his dark mane, the reason being that water just wasn't enough to keep his hair sleek and put together.
She wasn't sure if it was the aroma of coffee or the warm sunlight ridding of her goosebumps, but at that moment she felt a moan forming in the back of her throat. It had to be the thought of caffeine or the feeling of warm light, because there was NO WAY that the sight of Clark was the cause of such sudden pleasure. Just wasn't possible. Or was it?
"Here." said Jimmy who, after noticing Lois' death glare, opted to leave the Styrofoam cup on her night table. Lois quickly got a hold of her warm drink and brought it up to her nose, taking in a long whiff of coffee beans. She smiled behind the flimsy plastic lid, her lips molding over the opening beside its rim. The steamy liquid really hit the spot, making her previous mood almost completely dissipate.
Almost.
As she drank, her eyes danced around the room, as everyone walked about, getting her and Clark's luggage situated at the door. Her eyes subconsciously darted straight ahead of her, aligning with Clark's. She coughed on her coffee. Why was he staring at her? She tucked her brown hair behind her ear as she stood up from the bed. She swayed over to the bathroom, closing the door behind her shut.
"I'm going to miss you Lois." Chloe said as she hugged her older cousin. She let her go and held her at arms length. Lois really didn't look like herself, but once Lois had opened her mouth to speak, she knew her cousin was very much alive in the body before her. Lois smiled a bit sadly. She was going to miss her little cous' too. She ran her fingers through dark chocolate strands, which were partially held back with pins on either side of her head. She sighed and looked herself over in the mirror that hung behind Chloe. She wore a pair of pinkflip-flops, a frilly white top, and denim Bermuda shorts. Her face felt very naked to her, seeing as she had only applied some moisturizer, cherry flavored chap-stick and black mascara. Even with little make-up, Lois still looked beautiful, just not in the way her peers were accustomed to... which was exactly what they all wanted.
She turned to look over at Clark, who spoke quietly to Jimmy.
"Ahem." she said while tapping Clark's shoulder. Both Clark and Jimmy stood in silence.
"So here are the keys to my Volvo." Jimmy spoke out of no where, a slight undertone of nervousness noted from Lois' part.
"Volvo? Why are you giving us keys to your car?" Lois asked while raising an eyebrow.
"We talked about this yesterday. Aside from apartments, we decided we should switch cars too. This Simon guy probably knows Clark's truck- and might keeps tabs on him too, I'm sure he thinks you and CK are dating-"
Lois' eyes grew wide. "WHAT?! Why on Earth would he think that?! I know the guy is demented, but... Dating? Seriously!!" Lois said while pointing a finger at Clark and back at her.
Jimmy chose his words wisely, and very cautiously. "...Well, it's just that-" he avoided Lois' piercing hazel eyes. "-you and Clark spend a lot of time together... The farm is like your second home. If Chloe hadn't told me how you two are always butting heads, I would've thought so too." he focused on a floor board while waiting for Lois' answer.
"I- you're- what?! That's crazy talk. We do not-" she stopped to look at Clark, who seemed to have bought Jimmy's explanation.
She was out-numbered.
"Well, whatever. If you and Smallville here want to switch cars over some remote, and not to mention IDIOTIC possibility that was brewed up as a result of sleep-deprivation, then be my guest. Clark's truck was starting to smell like old gym socks anyway- or maybe it wasn't so much the car as it was the driver.." she stopped to ponder.
"Oh well, I guess we'll find out today." Lois smiled, and swiftly snatched the keys out of Jimmy's grasp. Let's just say Jimmy's face faltered a bit at the sound of "old socks". Clark gave him an apologetic look and dug his own keys out of his pocket.
"I owe you." he said, smiling tight-lipped and then slapped the keys in his hand, this forming in a bit of a handshake.
"Yeah.. no more drive-in make-out sessions at Lone Pine." the strawberry blond mumbled while kicking up a heap of imaginary dirt.
"Well, I'll call you if I find out anything new, and to see how you guys are holding up." Chloe sighed awkwardly and slid her hands into her trouser's pockets. "I really wish I could stay longer, but Jimmy and I need to get to work, and we all know how the rush hour on the way over to Metropolis is."
"Yeah. Well..." Lois said while adjusting the thick strap of her luggage bag. "...I'll see you guys when I see you."
"Take Care."
"Bye Lois."
And with that, Clark and Lois were alone.
"C'mon Lois, let's go."
"Sure thing, hun."
He turned to look at her. "Lois, its enough I have to live with you, but don't actually make me feel like I'm married to you." he said, widening his eyes.
"Trust me, if we were married, it would be nothing like this." she said and snorted.
"Oh really?" he asked, not buying it.
"Let's just say... you wouldn't be complaining." she said, rolling her eyes over to Chloe's bed. She averted her gaze back at him, a sly smile forming on her lips.
He gulped.
"Shouldn't we be going?" she asked in a high pitched voice.
She had gotten to him, and she had enjoyed it.
Maybe a bit too much.
"I have to say, I think this is the best part of all this." Lois said while switching radio stations.
"There's a good part in this? Thanks for little me know- I had no idea." Clark spoke whole-heartedly.
"Ha. Ha. I'm serious!"
"Um.. so am I." he said and chuckled.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't know, I guess getting on the road- and not on my way to work, new car, new place, new us, I mean... new you and me." she said and childishly flicked her finger against the lens of his glasses, which he had put on right before leaving the apartment. "It just the sense of new." she said and shrugged.
"Were you not happy with your life before?" he asked, not taking his eyes off the road before him.
"Are you turning Dr. Phil on me?" she said and shook her head in amusement. He still waited for her answer.
She sighed, knowing he wasn't going to let it go. "It's not like I was sad, or depressed... but I wouldn't go as far to saying that there weren't things I wanted to change. I think that's life for you, you're constantly changing because we're never satisfied, whether we're aware of it or not.." she said, shrugging a bit sadly.
"And I'm the one going Dr. Phil?" he said smiling. She smacked his arm playfully.
He laughed, but soon his face turned a shade solemn. "For what it's worth..." he said, pausing, then facing her. "I know what you mean."
She nodded somewhat awkwardly. "Really? Because I thought you were happy living on the farm, doing chores, feeding the cattle, deciding what shirt to wear: the red or the blue one?" she stopped to take in his reaction. He simply stifled a laugh.
"...Along with watching the love of your life about to marry your ex-best friend." she said and winced. Had she gone too far? Was that the taboo subject? 'Those We Don't Speak Of'? She waited for a reprimand. Instead there was silence.
"My life is pretty pathetic, isn't it?" he said, breathing heavily through his nose. Oh no, another pity party.
She shut her eyes tight, not really wanting to deal with that at the moment. She looked out the window, but something tugged at her heart, making her feel really guilty. She sighed and turned to face him again. "Clark, you make your life what you want it to be. Maybe... you're just afraid of going after what you really want, because you know that you'll never get yesterday back- even if that yesterday wasn't as sunny as you wanted it to be, but at least there were no surprises." she said, giving him an extra-warm gaze, to which he took no notice from.
He tapped his fingers on the steering wheel. "Oddly enough, you're right. I always keep everything safe... I never do anything spontaneous."
"But that's just you Smallville! It's not like you can help it." she said and turned her head to read the billboard that just passed by. 25 miles to Metropolis.
He turned to look at her, his thoughts an enigma.
The car was filled with silence, so much, that he heard Lois' stomach growling, without super-hearing. "You hungry?" he asked. They had been driving for an hour and a half now.
"Well, now that you bring it up..." she said her eyes wandering girlishly. "..I did only have a muffin and coffee at the Talon..."
"Well, there's a Diner down the road. Sound good?"
She shrugged. "Sure." she said, agreeing to Clark's suggestion. Was that the first time they were going to eat lunch or any kind of meal... alone? Her stomach flip-flopped for the second time in a matter of hours- and she didn't like it. Mere seconds later, Clark was turning on Jimmy's blinker, getting ready to turn left into Dee's Diner's parking lot. After driving in and finding a parking space, both climbed out of their seats, closing the sedan's doors behind them.
"Man, I miss my jeans so much." she said, kicking up a goose bump-filled leg, high enough for her to attempt rubbing it warm with her hand's friction.
"Me too."
"What?" she asked, whipping her head in his direction, a crooked smile on her face.
He reached for the front door of the Diner, opening it. "I meant I miss my clothes too, specifically my jackets-"
She cocked her head to the side, "I thought you don't feel the cold?" she said, walking in before him.
"I don't... Doesn't mean I don't feel warmth though."
She stopped to think. Did that make any sense? She shook her head and focused her attention to the middle aged woman that walked their way.
"Good morning, how are you folks today?"
"Good, great, hungry- err, starving" Lois said honestly, a friendly grin on her face.
The woman let out a small chuckle. "Would you like to sit in a booth or up at the counter?" she said, her thumb pointing at the stools behind her.
Clark turned to look at Lois. She shrugged and tightened her mouth at one corner.
"Um.. a booth, thank you."
"Okay, there's an empty one in the corner back there, I'll be with you in a minute." She smiled and made a beeline to the kitchen.
They walked towards the very cozy corner. She hoped the waitress didn't think they were- um, you know, dating. Then it hit her: Of course she wouldn't, she'd think they're married! She glanced at her ring again. It was their first public appearance as Erin and Tod. She made a mental note to avoid appearing openly disgusted to Clark, they were supposed to be newlyweds after all.
She slid into the burgundy leather seat, warm from the recess lighting above her.
"So," he paused, "Do you have any cravings?" he said, eying the Menu before him.
Hearing that, she was genuinely confused. Cravings? What did he mean by cravings? She eyed him suspiciously. Could it be? Here eyes widened. She leaned in closer to Clark, about to whisper menacingly, when she caught sight of the waitress walking out the kitchen's doors. She plastered on a smile.
"I can't believe you and Jimmy also decided I should be pregnant too. Cars are one thing, and so are living arrangements, but a baby? I should-"
"What will you be drinking this fine morning?"
Lois smiled even broader than before. She retreated from her hunched-over-table position. Instead, she sat firmly against the cushioned seat behind her, far away from Clark.
"I'll have a glass of orange juice..." he trailed off, his expectant gaze floating over to Lois.
"And what will the lady be having?" she said, sloppily jotting down Clark's drink on her notepad.
"Um.. I'll have the same, thank you." Lois said sweetly. The waitress nodded, her vision still glued to the pad.
"Would you like to order your food now, or would you like some more time to decide?" She said looking up, bouncing her glances off the pair before her.
"We're not quite ready yet." Clark said, knowing they needed to finish they're conversation before any eating would be taking place.
"Alright, I'll be back in a few with your beverages, and ready to take your orders." And with that, the waitress left.
Now it was Clark that leaned in. "Pregnant? I never said you were supposed to be pregnant!" he spit through his teeth, continuing their conversation right where it left off.
Lois' eyes widened. "You look like you're angry at me, fake up a smile or a cheesy gaze, or something." she said, feeling antsy.
He furrowed his eyebrows, confused. She sighed looked to her right, a skinny old woman eyed her strangely while nudging her husband. 'Crap! Were they onto them?' She thought quickly, not wanting people to look at them suspiciously. 'Here it goes..'
Out of nowhere, sherested her left hand over his. His eyes were still glued to her, unfazed by her action. He wasn't getting it. She laced her fingers through his, suddenly feeling like she wanted to laugh and cry at the same time. She swallowed, hoping it would go away. She read his facial expression. Still confused. She faked him up a smile, getting ready to explain herself.
"You're not supposed to treat me like you would before in public. So say what you want to me, but you can't show your feelings through your face. Like this, see I'm saying what I want but I'm smiling like a love-struck idiot. We're 'married', remember?"
He took a second to take her words in. He then smiled, "Okay, one thing though... why are you holding my hand?"
She glanced down."What? Oh right! Don't look now, but there was this lady looking at us suspiciously, so I didn't know what to do. Grabbing your hand seemed the right thing to do at the time." she said, and looked away, her fingers leaving his, brushing against the table when finding her pocket.
Something in his eyes flickered. "So let me try this again. When I asked if you were craving something, I meant if there was something you wanted to eat that- I don't know, you haven't had in a long time, I wasn't teasing you asking if you wanted to eat something because you were feeding an imaginary fetus." he said, raising his eyebrows amused.
"Oh." she said, feeling very stupid. "Sorry."
"Besides, if I would have ever thought about an imaginary pregnancy, you would've been the one I talked to first, not Jimmy and Chloe." he said, softly looking over her facial features.
"Right."
"Just don't try jumping to conclusions... I wouldn't be surprised of that old lady was talking to her husband about something else... doubt she'd think we're.." he stopped briefly, "pretending to be married." he dramatically whispered.
"You think you're real funny, don't you?" she said, fighting a smile, but eventually let it float to the surface.
"I have my moments." he said, grinning boyishly.
Shortly after, the waitress came back, took their orders, and after a few minutes, came and laid their plates before them. After that, the only sounds that were heard were that of clinking cubes, forks and knives scratching over porcelain plates, and the change Clark laid beside the dollar bills on the table before leaving.
"Man.. I haven't been this full since I ate dinner at your mom's that last time." Lois said, reclining her car seat.
"What last time? Am I supposed to remember? Its not like you come over to eat exclusively on holidays."
She playfully glared at him. "Well if I'm not mistaken.. I think it was the day I found out that you could lift a tractor with your bare hands, AND set it on fire, with your eyes no less. A conversation like that can really work up an appetite, you know."
"I know. Imagine dealing with a life like that.. why do you think I eat so much pie?" he said, smiling. "That night was pretty vivid. I recall your dishes looking as they did before any kind of food was placed on it. But yeah, how could I forget? Your face was priceless when I sped down the barn stairs and I stood in front of you-"
"-after being up at the loft 2 seconds before." Lois said, rolling on her side, facing him. She noticed his surprised look when he went to face her, expecting her to be seated upright, and instead found her reclined in her seat, watching him speak.
Clark coughed. "You're sleepy?" he asked, his voice falling a bit flat.
"No, just want to be comfortable." she said, a yawn deceiving her.
"Right. I think you'll find that not true. Before you know it, you'll be waking up at Jimmy's apartment complex, getting ready to move your bags in the elevator. But before you conk out I just wanted to ask..."
He turned to look at her. He could tell she had already dozed off. He sighed.
"I wanted to ask you about your ring..." he said to no one. He adjusted his sitting position, knowing he wouldn't have anyone to talk to for the rest of the trip. If he would've been asked a week before if he wanted Lois to tag along with him on a long drive, he would have made his decline very clear, but now... he wasn't so sure he would answer quite the same.
She never heard the end of his sentence. He was right, morning sun shining down through the car window and everything, she had fallen asleep.
"Lois, we're here."
"Mmm?" She sat up, the thick gray seatbelt material crashing into her face, making wake her up entirely. "Ouch! What the?" She cried out, stroking her now pink cheek.
"Sorry, I unfastened your seatbelt right before you had lifted your head. I thought it would've taken you at least 5 seconds longer to register my voice."
She turned to sleepily stare at him. His eyes wandered up to her head, slightly widening a bit.
"What?" she asked, irritated. She followed his gaze. Her fingers slid up her neck and face, and finally over to her head.
"Here, let me help you." he said and leaned in closer to her, his cheek half an inch away from her own.
"Ow!" she said, feeling him pull a hair pin out of her brunette locks.
"Sorry." he said apologetically. She felt his breath on the back of her neck, making her swallow hard.
Annoyed by his close proximity, she inhaled and exhaled frustrated, only to smell his yummy musky scent by mistake.
"Are you done yet?" she asked, aggravated.
"Th..ere. Last One." He said, still leaning by her face. She waited for him to pull away, but instead, felt his hand stroke her soft hair.
"What're you doing?" she said, resting a hand over his chest, pushing him away from her.
"Your hair was rumpled." he said, a confused tone seeping through. He looked down at her hand, it fitting perfectly over the curve of his pecs.
"Oh.. Thanks." she said awkwardly, lifting her hand away from him, as if she had just set it on a scorching hot kitchen stove.
"Well, here." he said motioning for her to open her hand. Reluctantly, she did. He dropped the brown pins in her sweaty palm. What had she expected him to do?
"Well, we should get going." she said, looking away from him and onto the car door. She lifted the lock and handle, opening it.
She got out of the vehicle and lifted her white top away from her sweaty chest, thankful that on that day, the wind was a-blowin', for really it was starting to warm up in Jimmy's old Volvo. Although she swore the Air Conditioner was on its highest setting...
"I think you should come help me, unless you want people to catch onto my... 'strength.'" she heard Clark say behind her. She turned around to find him standing behind the car, trunk top popped open, lifting suitcases out and setting them on the gravel under his feet.
"Coming." she said monotonously, clacking her flip-flops over to him.
"I think we're going to have to do a second trip." he said, fists over his hips, examining the amount before him.
"Fine by me. After sitting for 3 hours, I don't mind the idea of walking so much" she said, hauling a bag over her shoulder.
"Here, let me get that one, its looks heavy." Clark offered, intentions at best.
"Smallville, I've survived carrying quite a large amount of grocery bags up the Talon stairs, all at once- alone, and I have no hernias 'til this day. I don't need your help." she said, patting his back afterwards, a forced grin on her face. She began to walk away from the car, towards their apartment building.
"Typical Lane." she heard him grunt.
"Did you say something?" she asked, spinning on her heel.
"Nope."
She smiled seductively. "Thought so." she said, and turned her back to him again, picking up her pace. "Come on. Last one there is a rotten egg!" she called out over her shoulder, beginning to pick up her feet faster, her power walk forming into a sprint.
"Are you serious?!" she heard him yell out behind her.
Before she knew it, he was biting her dust, and soon after- passing her. He hadn't even broken a sweat. Instead, he was in a fit of chuckles, running backwards, watching her face redden.
"Don't. Hold. Back." she said, pumping her leg muscles harder.
"Fine. If you say so." And just like that, Clark Kent disappeared before her eyes. She stopped mid-run, dropping her luggage bag on the floor beside her. Where had he gone? She spotted a figure from a distance. She squinted her eyes, making out his built frame standing by a potted plant at the lobby entrance. He waved at her.
She smiled mischievously while wiping the beads of sweat off her forehead..
"That will never get old."
"What floor is it on?"
"It's apartment number.." he glanced down at the scrap pf paper in his hand. "...200. Should be the 2nd floor."
"Only? What a waste of an elevator ride." she said, grimacing.
"Actually, I like that it's on the second floor. It's close to the ground." he said, acting out his point by crouching a bit.
"What? Clark- that is so lame." she said, pressing the bubble-like button with a bold imprint of the number 2 on its surface.
"Clark? You only call me Clark when you're serious, or when you find me sexy." he said, raising his eyebrows playfully.
She turned to him, looking somewhat disgusted. "Don't try to change the subject... I'm onto you, y'know."
Ping!
The doors opened before them, Clark scurrying out from the elevator, leaving Lois inside. He turned to her.
"Aren't you going to come out?" he said, perplexed.
Her jaw dropped. "Oh. my. god."
"What?" he asked, scanning the premises.
"You're afraid of heights!"
He furrowed his eyebrows dramatically. "I am not!"
"You're also a terrible liar, you know that?" Lois said, dragging suitcases behind her, getting them all out just as the doors were closing.
"Me?"
"No, not you! Pinocchio there behind you- yes, of course you!" she said, sarcastically. She shook her head. "In which direction are the numbers decreasing?" she asked, noticing apartment number 213 in front of her.
Clark looked in both directions of the lit hallway. "I think left."
"Then left it is... scaredy cat."
They walked down the hallway in silence. The only sound heard was that of wheels rolling on the thick carpet.
"I admit it." Clark spoke out once reaching their door.
"Admit what?" she asked, leaning against the wallpaper-clad wall.
"That I'm afraid of heights." he said solemnly, a shade of shame on his visage.
"Okay." she quickly said, shrugging.
"That's it?"
"Yep." She held out her hand, wanting Jimmy's apartment key.
"So you're not going to bug me about my fear of heights?" he asked, skeptical about her behavior.
"Hey, if you want me to, by all means, I will. NOW FORK OVER THE KEY!" she yelled out aggressively, her palm threatening to crash into his glasses.
"Okay, okay. Here." he said, cautiously laying them in her hand.
"Thank you." she said, straightening out her top. She held her breath.
Inserting the key was harder than she thought. She hopped up on the tip of her toes, cracking her neck. Okay. She held the key, her fingertips sweaty against its cold surface.
"Do you need help?"Clark offered, noticing Lois' hesitance.
"Do I ever?" Lois responded, thrusting the golden Schlage key in the corresponding keyhole.
"Took you long enough..." he mumbled, while cleaning the lens of his eyeglasses with his cotton Tee.
She turned the knob, readying herself to glimpse at her new living quarters, but stopped short.
"Lois stop teasing me here. Open the door!" Clark said, awaiting for Lois to take action. When he noticed her rooted to her spot, he smiled evilly.
"You're scared."
She whipped her head in his direction. If looks could kill (Kryptonians), Clark Kent would've been a goner.
"Wow. You're not denying it either." he said, his ego recuperating from Lois having found out about his fear of heights.
"Cla-" she started, but noticed someone knocking on a door down the hall "Tod..."
He snorted. "Yes, baby?" The hairs on her neck stood up when hearing that. She viciously scratched her neck, leaving a red mark behind. He was getting her back for the comment she made earlier.
Sh frowned. Two could play that game. She swayed over to him, biting her bottom lip while giving him a once-over. Pause at chest, Pause at.. southern regions.
She noticed him gulp, yet again.
"You're right. I am scared. Could you do me a favor and.." she trailed off, her breath caressing his neck.
"Yeah?" Clark said, his voice cracking.
"Could you.."
"Could I... what?" he said, his body tensing against hers.
"Oh nothing... just.."
"Tell me!"
She smiled shyly. "OPEN THE GOD DAMN DOOR!!"
"Huh? What? Oh... Right!"
"Thanks, you're the best!" she said, slapping his flat belly with the back of her hand.
"Yeah.."
So in stepped Clark and Lois into what would be their home until further notice. On their left, was a lounging area, a black couch with white cushions that faced away from the door, forming a closed area. Before the couches was of course, an entertainment area, flat screen TV included. On the right of the living room were double doors of frosted glass, framed in black coated wood. On their right, was a closet, which she immediately decided was Clark's. And right before them... was her bedroom.
She sprinted to the door, and when she reached it, found she wasn't too pleased to find out that it was, for the most part, made of frosted glass as well.
"I'll be putting up a sheet behind this, so don't go getting any ideas..." she said, pecking the glass with her fingernail. "Oh wait, that's right, you don't need a glass to see through things!" she said, turning the knob and entering her sleeping quarters.
She noticed the plainly decorated bedroom. A deep brown comforter covered the Queen-sized mattress. She noticed another door.
"Please tell me there's another bathroom out there!" Lois called out when opening the new door, finding a master bath behind it. Not that she minded, but if that was the only one, Clark would have to be coming in and out of her room to relieve himself.
"Uhh.. there's another pair of doors... I also see a fridge, stove, dishwasher and sink-"
"That's a kitchen, Einstein!" she called out, surprised by his descriptive answer. She swore she could almost hear his eyes rolling.
"Second double doors open up to a study. Bookshelves, Desk, Computer..."
"So... no bathroom?" she asked, hanging up a blouse in Jimmy's empty closet. Good thing he had taken all his clothes with him when moving in with Chloe at the Talon.
"Why don't you just come look for yourself?"
"Why don't you just come look for yourself?" Lois said quietly when mocking Clark, an unappealing expression on her face.
She stormed through the kitchen area, reaching the study, where she found Clark on the computer.
"What are you doing?" she asked, her eyes wide. "You should be using your X-Ray vision to find another bathroom in this apartment!"
He eyed her strangely. "Lois... why is the bathroom quota in Jimmy's apartment bugging you?"
She simply crossed her arms, her nose in the air.
"...I seem to recall you not having any problems sharing bathrooms. In fact, I seems to also recall, very vividly might I add, that you were the one who walked in on me taking a shower, and you stayed there, chatting up a storm! So, the fact that we have one bathroom, shouldn't keep us from sleeping at night. As long as we take turns using it, that is."
She thought his words over. "Gee Smallville, I wasn't aware that me walking in on your shower caused you sleepless nights. Good to know though." she said, putting on a wide smile.
"That's not... what I... meant." he said, stammering.
"Suuuure.." Lois said, strolling about the room. She stopped, standing in silence before a wall. "Hmmm..."
"What?" he asked, intrigued by Lois' contemplative mood.
"...Jimmy's pretty good at this photography thing." Lois said, looking at framed photos before her. Clark joined her by her side.
"Yeaaah..." he said, in an inside joke kind of way. He shoved his hand in his back pocket, and kept it there. She ignored it.
She walked over to the fridge. "Wow! Look at this one." she said, pointing at a picture of Chloe, Clark and herself at the beach. She could tell it was them because of their signature dark silhouettes against the sepia background. Her silhouette, being flowy, long wavy hair, not to mention being the tallest after Clark, who's broad shoulders screamed 'Kent'. And Chloe, her short hair flipping away from her petite frame. She smiled sadly. She missed her already. She guessed Clark saw that, because he lightly touched her elbow. She jumped, surprised by his action.
"Sorry, didn't mean to scare you." he said, shoving his hands deep within his pockets.
"It's okay.. just a bit jumpy with," she looked at her surroundings, "all this.."
"Yeah, I know the feeling."
"I'm sure you do."
An awkward silence filled the room, Clark having taken his seat at the desk again while eying an uncomfortable Lois. He began to finger through Jimmy's pencils.
"So what do we do now?" she asked, frowning a bit.
"I guess unpack.." he said, scratching his mane.
"Well, the closet by the entryway is yours.. I am NOT sharing a closet with you... god forbid you accidentally packed a plaid shirt, and I put it on in the morning, half-asleep." she stated and shuddered.
"Well, you didn't seem to mind when you 'supposedly' couldn't find anything else that was clean." he said, his fingers exaggeratedly acting out quotation marks.
Her eyes glazed over. "Well, it was pretty comfortable.." she said, reminiscing of Clark's soft, red, long-sleeved plaid shirt brushing against her bare thighs. "...it's great for wearing when you're completely naked..." she trailed off, walking away from a sweaty Clark.
"...and wet."
The pencil laced between his fingers snapped.
Oooooooooooooooh!! Who Lives in a Pineapple under the sea? Sponge-
flick.
-Heart Burn, Indigestion, Upset Stomach, Diarrhea-
flick.
-So you slice up the peppers like so, and then you just toss them in-
flick.
"Wait wait! Go back!" Lois said, leaning over Clark, trying to gain custody of the remote.
"To what? The Food Channel? Nu-uh. Its enough you burn the food you cook, but I'm not letting you cremate the TV too." Clark said, struggling to keep the control out of her reach.
"Cremate the TV?" she asked, temporarily halting her quest for 'channelhood'. "Because I'm watching people cook, instead of cooking myself?" Lois asked aloud, as if straightening out the question in her head.
He simply raises his eyebrows, nodding his head silently.
"Okay... That's just retarded. Although, it made me come to the realization that we need to eat dinner. Take out? Or should we try making it ourselves?"
Clark bellowed a laugh.
"Make it? Are you insane? I'm not letting you watch The Food Channel for a reason Lois. That reason being to keep you as far, faaaar, FAR away from the kitchen as possible."
She cocked her eyebrow. 'Fine, if that's the way you want it.'
"Okay." she said contently agreeing.
"Okay?" Clark asked, bewildered. He eyed her relaxed frame. "Oh no." he said and gulped "...You're not fighting back because... Did I just say something that-"
"-Benefits me?" she asked, wrapping up his question. She smiled. "Yes. Now... what is Clark Kent going to cook for me today?"
"Lois, can't we just order pizza or something?" he whined, tugging on his apron.
"Aww.. but these are the memories we need to make together! Just.. pretend I'm sick in bed and I can't cook, and you, being the swell husband that you are, whip something up for me." she said, fidgety with anticipation. He eyed her, displeased, to which she faked a raspy cough.
"I should get some cough drops for this." she said pointing at her esophagus.
"Yeah? And maybe some bed rest, that way, you'd get out of my sight!" he said, flipping heatedly through a cook book.
"Now, Now, Clarky, that is no way of speaking to your bed-ridden, sick, wife." she said and pouted.
He groaned.
"So, aren't you going to watch TV or go to your room or something?" he said, eying a giddy Lois who leaned against the fridge.
"What do you mean?" she asked, picking up a red magnet in the shape of an S.
"Well, if we're going to be literal about this, you should be sleeping with a thermometer in your mouth. You're 'sick', that being the reason you gave me as to why I'm cooking." he said, holding a spatula in his hand.
"No.. I meant simulate the feelings you would have when cooking your sick wife a meal. But, thanks to your awesome luck, I'm perfectly healthy, and perfectly content watching you cook." she said, hopping onto the counter.
"Awesome luck? Yeah.. It never fazed me that I was lucky..." he said, shaking his head. He looked up, ready to mumble something about how unlucky he was being stuck with her, when she unknowingly flashed him a carefree mega-watt smile. Wow... She looked so... pretty...
"What?" she asked, averting her Olive eyes elsewhere. She tugged on the hem of her blouse.
"Huh?" he looked around. Was he staring? 'Great.' He felt a massive wave of heat creep up his neck and cheeks. He sprinted to the pantry, taking refuge of its isolated layout.
"Umm.. if you want I could run real quick down to the grocery store if there's something you need for the recipe..." she suggested, hoping he'd take her up on the offer.
"Yeah, let me write you up a list."
She sighed, relieved and happy that she'd be able to get out of the stuffy apartment, even if it was for a minute.
"Here." he said, handing her a lined yellow sheet of paper.
"Alright, be back in a few." she said, grabbing her keys and jacket while unlocking the door.
Clark took a breath and turned around. "Lois!" He stopped- she had left already. He sighed. "Be careful..."
Lois looked inside her plastic red basket, going over the ingredients Clark had listed for the "Chicken Fettuccine" recipe.
-Olive oil spray
-8 ounces of Fettuccine
-Chicken stock
-Non-fat half-and-half
She looked up at the shelves before her.
"Cooking Oil, Tomato Soup... Chicken Stock!" she spoke aloud, grabbing the large can, then dropped it in her basket. For some reason, she was trying to speed up her shopping. A vivid picture of a lonely Clark sitting on the kitchen floor, hugging an empty pot came to mind. She suddenly felt like holding him.
"Woah. Not a Teddy Bear!" she reasoned while walking down the Dairy aisle. She eyed all the yummy coffee creamers in their several nutty flavors, but stopped herself from getting any.
"Half-and-half.. where are you?" Lois asked to herself quietly. She opened the glass door, feeling a gush of cold air envelop her. She shuddered.
"Cold huh?" came a male voice from beside her.
She turned to face the man awkwardly, nodding silently.
"Looking for something? I know this place like the back of my hand." he said, his stone-colored eyes lighting up.
She paused, should she ask him? He seemed nice enough. "Actually, yes I am. Is the half-and-half stocked here?" she asked, tapping the glass door with her fingertips, wiping away its fogginess with her touch.
He smiled. "Yes, it is... should be right..." he crouched down, looking at the empty shelf below the 2 milk. "It's always here... I guess they haven't restocked." he said apologetically. He ran his eyes down her figure, and she didn't like it.
"Well, I guess dinner will do without it, I guess I'm lucky that my husband isn't picky." she said, suddenly wishing Clark had come with her. He might have slung his arm around her neck at that moment... which would do more of a convincing job, because the stranger that stood before her didn't seem convinced at all.
"Married? You don't look like you would be married. Do you use that line often?" She was growing more annoyed by the second. Was he calling her a liar?
"No line, I'm married." she said, forcing a smile. "We we're high school sweet hearts, still going strong." 'Like super-strength strong...'
He stared at her hair. "Well, listen, a friend of mine used to work here, I know where the back storage room is..." he said, raking a hand through his raven black hair. The guy wasn't ugly, and maybe at another time she would have had some harmless flirting, but not today. For one, this guy gave her the creeps, and two, she felt like she was cheating on her boyfriend. A weird sensation seeing as she wasn't dating anyone... but the reality was, she wanted to leave.
"No thanks, I've got everything else I need here. I'll just substitute the half-and-half with something else. Thanks anyway." she said, and spun on her heel, her back facing him as she walked away.
"Wait!" he called out behind her. She turned around, her expression bored and frustrated. "What?"
"What's your name?" he asked, smiling widely.
"Lo-" she stopped herself. "Look, I'm not comfortable giving out my name to strangers." she said, tilting her head.
"Strangers? Just see me as a friend that helped you out at the grocery store. C'mon," he said, searching her face for a sign of leniency. "What's your name?"
She breathed heavily through her nose. "Erin. Now, I have to go, they're waiting for me back home."
"Erin?" thought aloud the dark haired man as she walked out of the grocery store. "Well, Erin, you remind me of somebody I know..."
"So he was all like, You're not married, and I'm thinking who the hell are you to tell me if I'm married or not. What an idiot." Lois vented while cutting up the garlic cloves. She decided to help Clark after all.
"Really?" he didn't seem surprised. "How did he look?" he asked, stirring the pasta in boiling water.
"Um, I don't know... dark hair, tall. Chop. Whatever, doesn't matter. Chop. He was such a pervert. Chop. I can't stand men like- Chop. ARRGH! Crap!"
"What happened?" Clark asked her once rushing to her side. She held out her finger, drenched in blood.
"Lois, you and the kitchen aren't meant for each other." he said, leading her to the sink, where he washed her fingertips with warm water.
"Yeah, I should know that by now."
"Where's the box of band-aids?" he asked opening and closing the cabinets desperately.
"It's okay... I could just use paper towel-" she said, but clearly realized Clark was using his X-Ray vision to find her a box. She smiled.
"Here we go..." he said, tearing away the plastic that covered the sticky beige material. He wrapped the band-aid snuggly around her fingertip, careful to not put it on too tight, for he didn't want to cut off her circulation either.
"Thanks." she said, watching the blood slightly seep through.
"How about I do the cutting and you do the stirring? That is, if you promise to be careful and not burn yourself." he said, looking down to her.
She looked up at him, smiling, a warm feeling brewing in the pit of her stomach. "I can handle it."
"I think we make a pretty good team." Lois said, her mouth full of food. She grabbed a napkin, wiping the corners of her mouth. "This is pretty damn good." she said, pointing at the creamy noodles on her plate.
"Yeah, it is." he said, sipping on a cup of water. He eyed her, worried. "So how's your finger?"
"What? Oh! My finger, its fine I guess." she said, shrugging.
"Lois,"
She waited expectantly.
"How did the man at the store look?" he asked, crossing his arms on the table.
She sighed. "I don't know, black hair, fair complexion,"
"Grey eyes?" he asked.
She dropped her fork. "How did you- Wait... was that..?"
"Maybe. Lois, I know you're all for the independence thing, but I can't let you go to places alone anymore. I've done all this for you- to protect you, I can't and I won't throw it all away now." he said, sadness setting in his eyes.
"Clark, I completely understand." she said nodding.
"Although I can't believe that you told him you were married and he refused to believe it." he stopped to think. "We have to convince him, and everyone." he sighed, surrendering. "Once we walk through that door," he said, pointing at the entryway. "We're not Clark Kent and Lois Lane. We're Tod and Erin, married, and in love. ...It's going to be weird and hard, but its just going to have to be." he said, rubbing his temple.
She sighed. "You're right..." she said, the idea secretly scaring her. "Well, I'm going to take a shower, I am so tired." she said, finishing her sentence with a yawn.
"Okay." he said, watching her stand up from the table and soon after entering her room. When he heard the shower head come on, he reached into his back pocket.
He watched Lois and Chloe saying goodbye when Jimmy called him over.
"Psst! CK!" he called out in a hush tone.
Clark turned around, and walked to the nervous young man.
"What?"
"Here. Give this to Lois," he said, his hands shaking."I can't do it, man. She's scary." Jimmy said, handing him what looked like a small sheet of paper. He held it in his hands. Once getting a better look at it, he saw it wasn't paper after all, It was a picture. To be exact, the picture that Jimmy took when he and Chloe walked in on Lois and himself playing Strip Poker. He didn't have much time to contemplate it because he noticed Jimmy eyes open wide when Lois began to walk towards them. He shoved the picture in his back pocket, waiting for her to speak up.
"Ahem." Lois said, tapping his shoulder. He and Jimmy stood there in silence.
"Here are the keys to my Volvo." Jimmy said, quickly changing the subject onto something less possible to receive strangulation from Lois Lane.
He was a smart kid.
He wouldn't admit it to Jimmy, but he was scared of Lois too. Just, not in the same way. He wasn't afraid of her beating him up to a pulp, or her yelling.. but when he was around her he felt scared, nervous, a bit fidgety. And when she would teasingly flirt with him, it was like a blow in the stomach. He couldn't explain it. He sighed, and looked down the picture in his hands.
When he saw Jimmy at the door, camera in hand, he thought the picture he snapped would be somewhat funny. But it wasn't. It actually looked like a professional Ad for a magazine. He looked at himself. He was so calm and controlled, laying on his back on the bed, his toned upper body exposed. And Lois. Lois looked beautiful and graceful in her black underwear set, sitting on him, her arms on either side of his head. Her dark chocolate hair looked soft and shiny, the way that it was. He remembered smoothed out her hair in the car. It felt like butter, an smelled good too. Like an indescribable sweet sensual scent. Intoxicating.
He couldn't give her the picture either. Maybe he didn't want to... He slid the photo under the couch cushions, hiding it from curious hazel eyes.
He sat on the couch, waiting for Lois to finish her shower. But, as the minutes passed, his eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and eventually, they closed shut.
To be continued...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: Okay here's a new chapter, let me know what you think. Again, if there are things you want to see, or that you read in previous chapters that you want to make sure I don't forget to bring back up -takes a breath- then tell me. -smile- Oh yeah, thanks again for all the reviews- I wuv you all!