Chapter Five Part Two- Found:
"So not only was this kid able to move faster then you, but he's also a thief?" Lois's confusion was evident in the constant pacing of her footsteps, her hands had minds of their own and moved to their own accord while Lois's mind raced with theories of who this boy was, then it hit her and she quickly turned asking "Do you think maybe he's from Krypton?"
Clark rose from the twin bed causing the bed frame to squeak from its change in pressure, "Jor-El would have told me if there was another kryptonian on Earth, but then again Jor-El has been known to lie about a lot of things."
She shook her head, "You can't keep blaming Jor-El for doing the things that he's done, a father only wants what's best for their son and Jor-El just wants to see you embrace your true self...both Clark Kent and Kal-El." her hand cups his face gently with a warmth in her eyes that she had not displayed in a very long time, "I think its time that you start accepting who you were born to be."
He didn't say a word, the moment between them only grew with the silence and the fading sun. His lips soon brushed over hers soft with each peck, she responded seconds later growing more and more passionate with each gasp of fresh air and moments where their lips never parted.
The strong callus hands of the farm-boy split apart, one hand disappeared under Lois's dark blouse while the other stayed firm on the side of her hip.
Lois's hands began working the buttons of his flannel shirt discarding it to the floor with her lips never parting even when she attempted to rid him of the white undershirt he wore with all his flannel, things were getting heated too soon just as they had three years prior.
Clark's lips pulled away but not before leaving a trail of soft pecks down her chin until finally they were inches from each other breathing heavily from the fire which had ignited between them, "I...um...should probably go..." he pauses to find the right words still trying to shake the feeling of their closeness, "Home." he finishes reaching down towards his shirt but her hands stall the movement of the fragment at her feet.
"Leave it, you can use it as an excuse to see me tomorrow..." her smirk is playful and sends Clark's heart into overdrive, no matter how close they got nothing could compare the feeling of the flutter in his stomach when she would stand at his side or the thumping of his heartbeat when their hands barely brushed together.
He smirked and kissed her one last time, "I'll see you after you journalism class?" he says with so much hope in his voice causing Lois to shake her head with a hidden smile.
"I'll make sure to take care of your shirt..." she leans towards his ear letting her lips brush over his earlobe before whispering flirtatiously, "I might even wear it to bed."
The room started to feel very hot all of a sudden and Clark's eyes began to tint its usually red/orange flare, Lois smiled at the result of her actions as she bent down to retrieve the shirt before leaving her small dorm room leaving Clark standing at her doorway speechless to the events that had taken place.
"Don't forget to shut the door on your way out, wonder boy." she tosses over her head feeling Clark's eyes watching her until she turned the corner and disappeared.
"That woman is gonna be the death of me…" Clark mumbles, his finger slipping through his hair before disappearing towards the main exit.
Luthor Mansion
Regan holds the wooden crate in his arms wondering what was inside, Lex cleared off his desk and grabbed the small hammer ready to open the crate.
Lex watches Regan set the crate down careful not to break anything inside, "I hope giving away your most expensive vodka and donating a hefty fortune to a Russian antiquity dealer was worth it or you'll have to explain to the bank why you withdrew such a large sum."
Regan instantly went silent when Lex stared at him with a darkness that sent a shiver up the executive's spine, "I don't need anyone telling me what to do, LuthorCorp belongs to me and I can choose to do what I want when I want to…you can go now Regan, your services are no longer required."
Lex stared at the box intently never noticing Regan walking cautiously from his office, the wood creaked when he pried the top open to reveal an ancient manuscript encased in a protective shielding.
The manuscript depicted something from the pages of fantasy, a brave knight riding steady on his mighty white steed.
But it wasn't the image that Lex was interested in, he was more interested the symbols that appeared around it acting as a border for the picture.
Had Lex known the secret beneath the page of the manuscript then his theories would come full circle, the symbols were in fact kryptonian and carried a message meant only for one specific person…Clark Kent.
Central Kansas
Jason leaned against the railing with a tattered old book in his hands as he flipped through the pages scanning the document for anything useful in understanding why Bruce had sent him to Smallville and what the symbol on Lana's back meant.
How was this all connected to his mission? Luckily, he got that answer when a picture of a cave painting depicting a man split in two….one good and the other evil.
Jason shut the book to search for the author's name and landed on the golden letters reading: Professor Joseph Willowbrook.
Clark along with some help from Chloe's computer skills discovered that the young man who had swiped his dad's credit card was staying in a lavish suite, anger boiled in his veins that someone with a power like his could use it to their own personal gain.
Of course his brief summer vacation on red kryptonite decided to pop into his head quickly subsiding the disappointment in the boy's potential, who was he to judge someone before they ever met?
"Hey, Smallville" Lois's voice calls from the elevator cart, she smiles walking past him with that confident swagger as she strolled towards the boy's door, "So this is what a super speedy thief does with his cash."
"What are you doing here?" he grabbed her by the arm detaining her from getting closer to the suite number, "Don't you have some classes to attend or something?"
"AW…Does Clarkie not wanna share a byline with his girlfriend." she uses baby talk jokingly, "Chloe was tied up with trying to get her application for her internship turned in, so she told me where you were going and I thought you could use backup."
"I can catch a bullet with my bare hand, run faster then a locomotive and leap tall buildings in a single bound. I think I can handle a kid." Clark pushes past her to quietly open the suite door surprised to see a highly expensive room full of a new pair of red Nikes, a coffee table full of Warrior Angel comics and junk food.
"His metabolism must burn at a higher rate then others when he runs…" Lois looks down to see tons of fake Ids all with the same guy but different aliases, "Looks like our thief doesn't want people to find him which means he came from Suicide Slums."
Clark stared at her surprised, "How did you know that?"
Lois handed him the wad of fake Ids, "Just because I go to Met U doesn't mean that I've stopped being Mad Dog Lane, I've been writing a freelance article on the mayor's lack of development with the slums leaving it to be run by criminals like Bruno Mannheim and Vincent Edge."
He instantly jerked his head towards her, "Vincent Edge?"
"Vincent Edge was a heavy hitter in the 1940s, he basically started the Edge crime syndicate before being forced into retirement by his teenage son, Morgan." Lois eyes land on Jonathan's wallet and quickly grabs it, "Morgan Edge became the biggest mobster in Metropolis thanks to his father and when Morgan died, Mannheim took control over everything in the slums but Vincent's been trying to unite the street gangs together so he can start a gang war."
Clark was surprised yet impressed by this information, but before he could question anymore the young man appeared in a nice bath robe almost surprised to see them standing in his hotel room.
"You lost? Cause this is my room and your invading my personal space not to mention my private property."
"I don't think the cops will see it that way, fraud's a heavy offense for a reason." Lois crosses her arms over her chest, she held up the wallet belonging to Jonathan before saying "After all you did purchase this room with stolen credit card."
Clark stepped in, " Look, you can cut the innocent act. I had a friend trace all the charges that you're trying to stick on him after you stole his wallet." he holds up the kids backpack, "I'm sure these don't belong to you either."
A burst of air whips around them, the man appears behind Clark fully dressed and dry. "Last time I checked, the cops needed a little thing called evidence. There's no proof that I stole any of these things." he crosses his arms over his chest cocky.
"I saw you pull my dad from that out of control truck, you can move faster then what the naked eye can see and probably even faster then the speed of light."
The thief and Lois stared at Clark surprised by the response, but the spiky haired teen was the first to respond "Man, nobody sees me when I'm doing my thing."
"Maybe you're not the only one who can move like that…" Clark stares down at the fake Ids, "Jay Garrick, Barry Allen, Wally West, whatever your name really is."
The teen grows annoyed by their intrusion and responds with anger threaded in his voice, "Its Bart…Bart Allen. But not that matters anyways because I'll be a thousand miles away before you can even blink." he throws his hand up Clark's face to emphasis his point.
Lois stared back and forth, a now confident and challenging Clark stepped towards Bart "I can blink pretty fast." the farm boy responds with hidden confidence that Lois had never heard before.
Suddenly two very strong gust of winds knock her to the floor, she looks up to see that everything belonging to Bart was gone along with her boyfriend.
"I really hate when he does that…" she shakes her head rushing out never looking back even when she bumped into tenants, her boots echoed through the halls until she exited the hotel almost ready to head off in a possible direction when her cell went off blinking the name: HOME.
She flipped the phone open pressing it to her ear, "Where the hell are you, Smallville? Not only do I get the wind knocked out of me but I find that you…" she is cut off by the farm boy on the other line, "What do you mean he's there on the farm? Okay…I'll try to get down there as quick as I can." an idea pops into her head, "I might know someone who can help us get more information on Bart…" she says a quick goodbye and soon dials a number.
A few rings later, Lois listens to the computerized messaging system followed by a small beep. "Hey Richard, Its me Lois. I was calling to ask you a favor so call me as soon as you get this message."
She hung up unaware that at that exact same time she had hung up that Richard had picked up the phone to answer, with a big huff Lois walked down the steps towards her car.
If Richard was unavailable to help then maybe… "Hey Wes, Its Lois." she smiles listening to Wes brag about his acceptance into the green berets, "I'll be sure to take a shot of tequila for you but I need your help getting a file on someone….the name is Bart Allen." she waited listening before finally a huge smile on her face appeared, "Thanks Wes, be sure to tell Jodi that I say hello and congrats on the promotion."
She hangs up with that sly smirk on her face, in a couple hours they would know more about the newest super speeder in town.
TBC…
I think this part worked really well, If any of you were wondering when Clark would get around to telling Lois about his misadventures in Metropolis as Kal then he'll have to explain that in the next part along with story of how he came across Red-K. So stay tuned and reviews are much appreciated.