First of all, let me say that the review have been overwhelming which has made me get behind in answering them. I hope no one hates me now. Anyway, here's the next chapter and I hope everyone likes it.

"How do you like your new accommodations?"

Lois stood in the middle of what used to be Lex's bedroom. It was the largest of all the rooms and Zod naturally had acquired it for himself. Silver and black had replaced whatever colors Lex had favored. She eyed the one king-sized bed with distaste and turned around to look at him.

"Not that it really matters but I hate them," she said with an irritatingly fake smile.

Zod merely returned her smile and began slowly pacing around her. "Oh? What about this room offends you?"

"Your presence in it."

He looked at her knowingly. "If I could be sure that I could trust you, then you might be given quarters elsewhere. As it is, I know that, despite having given me your word, you will seize any opportunity to escape." He drew closer to her and dropped his tone. "Even though there is nowhere left for you to run."

She narrowed her eyes. "Thanks to you."

She was completely on edge today. Just last night she had made some ridiculous agreement to bear Zod's children and right now she was really regretting it. Lucy was a bad sister anyway. Let her do it.

Alright, she wasn't really going to do that. She bit her lip and chanted her new personal mantra. Sleep with Zod, get the ring, save humanity. Sleep with Zod, get the ring, and save humanity.

Once she was back, it would be like none of this ever happened. Everyone would be alive and she and Clark would be together. She narrowed her eyes contemptuously at him. Clark was going to kick his ass once she told him who Zod really was.

Suddenly, he was very close and she jumped, scowling. She was never going to be able to relax if he kept doing that. His all-knowing smile was also annoying and she slapped his hand away that had started tracing her collarbone. It was like slapping a brick and she winced.

"You said you'd be willingly," he reminded her, "If you're going to break your promise…"

She kept her scowl on. "This is as willing as I get. You killed my family and friends. Do you expect me to suddenly forget about that and just fall at your feet with gratitude? Not gonna happen."

"I expect you to do what is necessary to survive, Lois. Your friends are dead. You are alive. You're foolish if you think that martyring yourself will bring them back." His words were callous and harsh but he spoke the truth. To any Kryptonian, this bit of wisdom would be a reminder to always do what is necessary to survive.

However, humans usually had a very different outlook. Lois by nature could never simply cast off what she had seen in the last few weeks simply to survive. It was extremely hard for her to remember that she was the only one left who could go back and save everyone and that if she died in this time it was over. No redos.

That was the only reason she had agreed to this. If so much hadn't been at stake she would have never surrendered. She would've rather died.

Lois looked at him coldly. "I'm not martyring myself. I just don't like you. Let's get one thing straight. When I said 'willing' I meant that I'd sleep with you and you wouldn't have to feel like a rapist—which you should. Never think for one second that I wouldn't kill you if I had the chance."

There was something exciting about bedding a woman who harbored homicidal thoughts about you while in the midst of coital bliss. His blood ran just a little hotter right then and this time when he touched her he made damn sure that he put some aggression into it. He'd been nice for too long. The blackness inside him hammered to get out.

"I don't believe you," he whispered slightly taunting, and wound his hand through her long dark hair, yanking her head back roughly and exposing her throat. It hurt but she would die before letting him know that.

His mouth was hot against her skin. He'd thought about how he was going to approach their first time together and was torn between slow and gentle or long and hard. A compliant Lois was a more manageable one and even though there was not much damage she could do here, he knew that she would cause trouble for him if she could find a way. And there was always a way.

Sex was a great way to keep women under control. He just had to figure her out first. But, he also wanted her to know that he was her master now. Should he surprise her with tenderness and win her over? He smiled inwardly as he trailed kisses over her neck and shoulders.

Or should he force her into submission with dominance? Lois wouldn't be easy but that was what made it so tempting. How long would she last? He shook himself and raised his head to peer down at her uncomfortable angle. So defiant. He had best save the dominance plan for a time when she overly defied him. If he started now he would tire himself out.

Tenderness and passion it was. Like everything else in his life, he had a battle plan for this situation and had Lois been aware of the details, even she would've been impressed. And pissed off.

He relaxed his posture and released her hair, gently massaging her neck where it had been wrenched back. She stared stiffly across the room at some dark corner and he sighed, dropping his hand away from her.

"I am truly very sorry, Lois," he said, in the most genuine tone she'd ever heard out of him. She looked over sharply. "We simply do not think as you humans do. I know that you would rather be dead than abide my touch."

Got that right, mister.

"I know that you think I'm singling you out for my own twisted amusement."

"Aren't you?" she asked bitterly, surprised at his sudden change in demeanor.

He shook his head. "I owe you a life debt, Lois."

She blinked. What?

"You might not remember me lying in a pool of my own blood, but I do. Had you not fought as valiantly as you did I would be dead right now."

Her face signaled that she didn't think that was a terrible thought and he smiled, running a hand through his hair.

"Yes, I know that you hate me, but to let me die in cold-blood? That's not you. You showed me a side of humanity that I had not previously seen." He was being honest. He had been amazed that she had jeopardized her own escape to help him. "That was why I chose you to help rebuild my people. They would've demanded your blood and that, my dear Lois, I could not do."

She was totally confused now. "You've killed millions of people. Why would me helping you a year ago make that much of a difference? I only did what anyone would've done."

He looked at her somberly and raised a finger to trace her bottom lip lightly. She was wary but didn't pull away. "No, Lois. I saw what humanity was capable of and it wasn't self-sacrificing. Maybe isolated cases, sure, but as a whole humanity is rotten to the core."

She opened her mouth once again but he silenced her. "I'm not going to say that I'm sorry for anything I've done, except that it's caused you pain. I am entrusted with the survival of my people and that is what I must do, Lois. Nothing has changed between us. I still need offspring. I just wanted you to know that I'm not a complete monster."

Tears glittered in her eyes and she looked away. "You can save your words for someone else, Zod, because I don't care. If, God forbid, I do get pregnant with your child, I feel nothing but sorrow for it. Because it has you for a father."

Those words sounded horrible to her, surreal almost. Father… and she would be the mother. She wanted to faint. "What kind of father murders helpless women and children all for a handful of people who destroyed their own world? And now you want to destroy mine. Excuse me for not giving a shit about your motives."

What kind of father…? He had been an excellent father to his son before he'd been killed. His wife, his son, and he had been happy. He still remembered their faces as if he'd only just left them. His wife had been young and beautiful and loving, not a soldier at all like Faora. His son had been like an angel. And they'd both died. Been murdered.

And while Jor-El had refused to bring Zod's son back, he had made damn sure that his own had escaped their planet's destruction.

The pain he'd felt as he'd picked up the tiny body and held it tightly against his chest came flooding back for just a moment and he breathed in deeply to reign his emotions. That life was over. Dwelling in the past was not helpful for the present.

Lois had been shocked to see the pain in his eyes and for one ridiculous moment she'd felt sorry that she'd said that. It was strange to see that sort of emotion on someone like him. Very disconcerting. She wondered what had happened to make him that sad.

And then she straightened up and reminded herself that he'd basically wiped out her planet. Whoever had hurt him in the past, she only wished she could congratulate him or her on a job well done. But, why did she still feel guilty then?

His gaze was icy and he tightened his lips. "Very well then Lois. Have it your way." He took her arm and led her to the bed where he promptly released it and began unbuttoning his shirt.

She sucked in a breath when she saw the first hint of pale skin. She'd pissed him off and now he was going to take all his anger out on her.

"Undress," he ordered coldly, standing in front of her half naked. She was frozen, unable to move. "Undress or I'll undress you."

She couldn't comply, she just couldn't. He moved with lightning speed, positioning himself directly in front of her with a knife. She lost the ability to breathe as the blade came dangerously close to her skin and instinctively tried to knock his arm away. Pain shot up her hand and arm and she gasped.

Her shirt fell to the floor in ribbons. Her bra was sliced cleanly through the center fabric and hung off her precariously, but he made no move to finish. Instead he just looked at her for one long moment, watching the fear and anger and everything in between flit across her face. Then he flung the knife off to the side and the loud noise of metal on marble drowned out her pounding heart.

He moved down to kiss her and though she tried belatedly to move her head he caught it and won. Her bra was still a barrier between them albeit a thin one and she tensed to fight him if he tried to remove it. However he didn't. He kept his arms by his side as his tongue probed her lips for entrance to her mouth. She could feel his hair brush across her forehead as it fell into his face.

Something metal touched her skin below her collarbone and she glanced down… and sucked in a breath. Dog tags. With a black circular piece of metal in front of them.

The Legion ring. Her minded whirred. All Clark had said was that the wearer could travel through time. Obviously, it had to be worn on the finger, but more importantly, how did she control where (or when) she went?

Who cared? she decided. Any place was better than here. This would be her best chance and he had made it so easy. She couldn't wait to wipe that arrogant, self-satisfied smile off his face as she disappeared before his eyes. But, he wasn't distracted enough yet.

Lois opened her mouth and flicked her tongue over Zod's, while bringing her hands up to his hips. Despite being so outwardly cold, his body was warm and she pressed it harder against hers while deepening the kiss.

He made a noise of appreciation which spurred her on to run her hands over his back and chest, lightly raking her nails over his skin and making him arch into her. He jerked her bra off and discarded it onto the floor, palming both breasts with expert caresses that made her grow hotter. Without meaning to, she leaned into him.

Her hands went to his throat and neck, sliding up on either side of his face to pull him closer. Fingers entangled with silky black hair as she broke off the kiss to trail her lips across a cheekbone and down his neck. He arched his neck back to allow her better access and closed his eyes. He'd known that if he was patient she would come around.

Except that he hadn't really been that patient. He frowned.

The obstacle that was his pants ceased to be as she simply jerked them open, popping a button off in the process and, with a hint of hesitation, loosening them to finally caress the one place throbbing with need on his body. With her touch he lost some of his carefully cultivated control and moved them in a blink of an eye to his bed. He'd made it so that he was underneath her.

She breathlessly regained her composure and didn't even acknowledge to herself that she'd almost become caught up in him. Turning a wicked eye on him, she smiled coyly. He stared down at her, ignoring that fact that he could be inside her in just seconds.

"Why the change in attitude?" he asked, barely out of breath, not from exertion but from desire.

Lois willed herself not to look at the ring that was practically dangling in her face. "I'm a passionate girl, Zod. It's hard to control myself when you're touching me like that."

He smiled, more satisfied now that she'd bolstered his ego but not completely. "What about your precious Clark? What would he think?"

Clark's name falling from his lips almost made her see red, but she channeled that anger into a useful lie. "Even after all I did for him, Clark still wouldn't trust me with the truth. I could never be with someone who lied to me on a daily basis."

She slowly moved her hands to his waist and up to his chest that was bent over her, keeping the Legion ring in her peripherals. It was big and the chain around it was small. She could probably slip it on while it was still attached.

He smiled again at her touch. "What about someone who murdered all your friends in cold blood?"

There was silence for a few seconds.

"Oh, I'm sorry," a low voice that Lois despised said from behind Zod, "Am I interrupting something?"

Zod stood up quickly thankful that most of him was covered up (though he didn't really care). Lois however had to grab a sheet for her upper torso. She was so angry she could barely speak. Barely.

"Tess," she said, smiling thinly, "what an awful surprise. Haven't seen you since I was kicking your ass."

She ignored that comment. Tess took in Zod's half naked body and then looked over to Lois. "I heard the news but I could barely believe it. Lois Lane and General Zod." Her tone was mocking.

Lois was red-faced. Even though she knew the truth, she couldn't bear anyone else to think that she'd actually touch him if she had a choice. But, that's what people had to think if she was going to pull off her plan.

She was seething inwardly at how close she'd been to going home before Tess ruined it. "Don't you have any concept of privacy? We're kinda busy."

"Yes, Tess. Get out." Zod pointed to the door.

Tess turned her eyes on him.

Could her newfound interest in Zod possibly have anything to do with the ring dangling around his neck? she thought sarcastically. She smiled at Zod and bowed with her head.

"I'm sorry, sir. It's just that the prisoner is acting up and hasn't told us anything useful yet. What should we do with him?"

Zod was silent as he narrowed his gaze at Tess. He heard Lois choke on her surprise.

"Prisoner? What prisoner?"

No one answered her. The battle of wills between Tess and Zod was going on and it wasn't pretty. She jumped out of bed with the sheet still around her and marched over to them.

"What prisoner?" she demanded.

After a few moments, Zod turned to her. "The one we captured at the rebel hideout. We wanted Clark Kent but I'm told he foolishly sacrificed himself for his human companions. So we have Green Arrow instead."

She turned paler. So Clark really was dead… But, "Ollie? He's alive?"

He sneered. "For now. Though I know that he has the information I seek, he refuses to give it up. I may be forced to execute him after all."

"No, please," she begged, hot, angry tears welling up in her eyes, "You said that if I swear allegiance to you my friends would be safe. Please, just let him live. I won't fight you ever again."

He considered her words for a moment… and then shook his head. "My men would think I've gone soft. After Tess, then you, and now Oliver? There would be revolt."

She opened her mouth to beg some more, but he cut her off. "I have a different proposition for you, Lois. Either he swears allegiance to me tomorrow morning or I will execute him. He'll get a fair chance, but if he's too stupid to take it then it's not my problem anymore."

"But, please, can I just speak to him? He'll never swear allegiance to you. Maybe if I…"

"I guess you'll just have to convey your desperation for his life with your eyes then, Lois."

And then he walked away, snapping his fingers for Tess to follow. She looked back at Lois and curved her lips in a mocking smile. "I know what you're up to, Lois, and I won't let you get to it before I do."

Lois shook with rage and gritted her teeth. "One day, I'm going to kick your ass. You're not a Kryptonian yet, Tess. Just good old human flesh and blood like me and we both know that I could wipe the pavement with you."

Her challenge hung in the air between them and Tess forgot all about Zod and stepped forward until she and Lois were almost nose to nose. "Anytime, bitch. Try and lay a hand on me. I dare you," she whispered.

Just as Lois drew her fist back, Zod snapped, "Tess! Follow me. I wish to have a word with you."

Tess withdrew, smiling tauntingly at the other girl and then turned around and followed Zod out of the room.

When the door closed and they had walked a few feet, she smiled over at him. "How'd I do?"

He chuckled. "Perfectly. She's right where I want her now. You're theatrical skills are superb. Now she'll do anything I ask if she thinks that it will save her precious Oliver Queen."

"Are you still going to execute him tomorrow? What if he pledges his allegiance to you after all?"

He shook his head. "I would never swear allegiance to my enemies. Not even to save my loved ones. I doubt he will either. But, I have no intention on executing him. I'll stop it at the last minute to let Lois think that I've taken into consideration her feelings. Combined with her sister, he's an excellent bargaining chip."

But, something still troubled her. "Why do you care? Why is it important that she is compliant. Any one of you could stop her if she tried to escape."

"Because, Tess," he answered quietly, "the longer someone pretends to be something or someone their not, the easier it becomes for them to actually become that. Compliance is the completion of dominance."

"And you want to dominate Lois?" she said in a low voice.

Something was wrong. He looked over at her and decided that her ruffled feathers needed soothing. He didn't want to worry about her plotting against him as well. Letting a seductive smile curve his mouth, he took her off guard by pushing her against the wall of the corridor. She was slightly fearful at first until she felt his hardness pressing against her.

"Since I didn't get to finish what I started earlier," he began, "why don't you and I go somewhere? Haven't you missed me?"

She smiled slowly, happy that he hadn't forgotten about her. One of her hands slid between their bodies to rub slowly. "Why do we have to go anywhere?" Maybe Lois would come out and see them together just five doors down from the room she was in.

Dark laughter escaped his lips as he unzippered his pants and seconds later was buried inside her. It always hurt Tess in the beginning, but she loved that. Pain and pleasure should always go together.

He didn't care about her or her physical needs. He just really needed release and about a minute of thrusting later he was done. She was only slightly disappointed as she slid down the wall and pulled her pants back up. At least he'd come back to her. Sex with him was amazing and addictive and even though she too wanted the ring for her own agenda, she still couldn't get enough of him.

But, he wouldn't hesitate to end her life if she got in his way and she felt the same way about him. Trust was not one of the qualities of their relationship. He walked away from her without another word and she stared at his retreating form, more plans racing through her mind.

XXXXX

Blood dripped from his blonde hair onto the concrete floor. New blood mixed with old blood and he wondered if this was where Lois had been kept.

The door opened and a woman walked through, shutting it carefully behind her. She stopped for a second, concentrating, and then refocused her attention on him. He watched her pace for a minute as if she were making a decision and then looked into his eyes.

"Back for more?" he rasped, chuckling painfully through broken ribs.

"On the contrary, human. I'm here for another purpose entirely."

He was surprised. And then she knelt down and before he could say anything at all, she kissed him. He'd been expecting pain, but now that he was getting the opposite he didn't know what to do with it.

The woman kissed and licked his throat and lips and face until he couldn't even think straight anymore. Was this how prisoners were treated on Krypton? he wondered. Instead of the last meal, they get a last fuck?

"As much as this is appreciated—" he gasped as she ripped open his pants, partially in pain and partially in surprise—" what the hell are you doing?"

She lifted her head off him and continued doing what she had started. "You are quite valuable to me at the moment, Oliver Queen. And because of that, I think I can save your life tomorrow. Do you wish for me to do that?"

Was this a trick question? Her head bent toward his crotch and he jumped a little. "Uh, yeah. I'd rather not die." She was hot for a Kryptonian. It made it really hard for him to hate her and push her away. "How are you going to do that?"

She almost didn't answer him, but after a minute she looked at him in annoyance. "You'll see tomorrow. General Zod has commanded that unless you swear allegiance to him you are to be executed in the morning."

Her hands were doing things to him that was making it hard to be properly outraged. "I would never—"

"It doesn't matter," she snapped, breaking through his ropes and pushing him onto his back. "If I claim you for my future heirs there is nothing he can do about it. If he can entangle himself with humans than I can do the same. He'll look weak and hypocritical if he does not allow it."

Heirs? What? She was naked now and he stared at her in shock. She was built like a goddess and straddling him. Ask her about the 'heirs' thing, his brain screamed at him, but he could only stare. If he wasn't careful he would come right that instant.

"I assume that I please you enough that you will be able to complete the act of intercourse?"

What? He felt like he was in a fog. What the hell was going on? Instead of asking her these questions, he simply nodded.

"I can't touch you while I do this," she informed him, "Shor-Ra accidentally killed two humans before he got it right. I'll try not to do the same."

Before he could attempt to throw her off him or ask who Shor-Ra was, she slid onto his cock and started moving rhythmically and driving all reason from his brain. Finally, he thought, something good about these people.

A minute later she was staring down at him in irritation. He shrugged. "It's been awhile."

"Whatever," she muttered, getting up. "General Zod has the human called Lois Lane. He's chosen her to bear his heirs instead of a Kryptonian," she spat bitterly.

Oliver bolted up, hissing in pain as he did so. "Lois is alive? She's here?"

She looked at him scornfully. "Yes, human, she is. Although if I have to be around her often I might rip off her skull."

"If you kill her, I'll kill you," he warned. "I know your weakness. How are your pals doing by the way? Still in pieces?"

"We heal fast," she said tonelessly, sliding her uniform back on. "With you living here at our headquarters, that will cause a distraction. With distractions come opportunities."

He stared at her. Man, this chick was psycho. It was obvious that she hated Lois and wanted Zod and would do anything to get him. He was worried that one day she would decide it was easier simply to kill Lois. He would die before he let that happen. Maybe there was a way he could help Lois get to ring.

"Alright," he said, "I'll do whatever you want as long as Lois stays safe. I want her gone from this place as much as you do."

The Kryptonian smiled chillingly down at him. With Lois gone, Zod would be free to be with her. His vengeance on the house of El would still be complete and they could begin to form their own untainted dynasty.

"Then tomorrow swear allegiance to my General and leave the rest to me." And then she was gone in the blink of an eye, leaving Oliver to wonder what the hell had just happened.

Maybe now he could get revenge for Clark and Chloe's death, he thought darkly, a tear sliding down his cheek. They would all pay… somehow.

Just so no one thinks that this last scene was just random smut, it will be explained in the next chapter. Also I don't want Lois to spend too much time in the future before getting her back because that would be like two stories in one. And sometimes I'm lazy. Remember that Oliver has more practice at duplicity than Lois so that will be helpful as well.

Oh yeah, I'm not sure if gotten back to anyone who reviewed about the eye color difference so I'll do it here. I'm probably not going to change it even though I like a green eyed Lois better than a brown eyed one. I would end up confusing myself and I just chose them at random anyway. I didn't want to search through the internet or watch the show to find out what they really are. But, thanks to everyone who told me because I was curious about it.

By the way, I was thinking of bringing Lana back as a distraction when Lois goes back to the past. That way Clark won't be able focus on Lois as much. I love Kristen Kreuk. She's so beautiful. *sigh*