Army brat, Farm guy
Chapter 7 Thanksgiving IV
The Reveal – THE LOFT
Lois: "Somehow, you have made it past my walls, my defenses. Now, you are . . . the most . . . ah, important person in my life." She lowers her head, blushing.
He needed his super hearing to hear those last words. He grasps her hand and raises it to his lips for a soft kiss. 'Is this the time to tell her?'
He decides to take the plunge.
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BEFORE THANKSGIVING DINNER
"Lois, there is something about me that you need to know. Before we, ah . . . proceed much farther down the track here. I need to check something; I'll be back in a jiffy." He gets up and goes down the stairs.
5 seconds later the blur comes up the stairs, "Did I just hear the voice of my fav trouble magnet?" He kneels in front of Lois, "Are you all right Ma'am?" He reaches for her hands, gives them a gentle squeeze.
"Yes, ah . . . where did you come from?" She is nonplussed, looking around.
"I was right here all along." The blur stands, turns around and in 2 seconds Clark Kent is kneeling before her. Glasses, soft voice, slightly slumped posture and all.
Lois gasps, covers her mouth with a hand and drops a tear. "Clark, you are . . . it's really you?"
"Yes, it's me. I think we have some things to talk about."
Lois nods slowly, "Yes, we do." She is obviously surprised, but isn't running from the barn screaming! That's a good start. "Does anyone else know?"
'God, she's taking this way better than I expected.'
"Your father, MPD Chief Ashton and Perry. And of course, my parents. I've wanted to tell you for a while now. The time just never seemed right. I'm sorry for the secrecy, but there is a good reason-
"There always is, isn't there," she smirks and crosses her arms across her chest.
"Yes, I guess there is," Clark drops his head. "DAMN!" He whispers. "I blew it!" He gets up, paces for a bit, then heads for the stairs.
"CLARK! Come back here and sit down," Lois firmly pats the couch next to her.
He turns around, returns to the couch and sits down next to Lois. Touching shoulder to knee.
"Ok, the reason for the secrecy? Do those others who know – do they know the reason?"
"Yes, and I can explain-
THEN
"KIDS, 1 hour to dinner!" Jonathon yells up the stairs. "Mother requests your help, now!" Dad heads back to the house.
"Ok, can the explanation wait?" Clark acts nervous.
"Yes, relax Clark." Lois pulls him in for one more passionate kiss. "Let's go!"
They hop up, suddenly she is in his arms – standing at the back door. He sets her down, grinning.
"Oh, my, that will take some getting used to!" She is breathless.
"You'll learn to love, it." One more kiss, and they enter.
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THANKSGIVING DINNER
Jonathon starts. "As we traditionally do, let's go around and express thanks for something from the past year. Who wants to begin?"
Lois raises her hand, Jonathon nods.
"I am thankful . . . for . . ." She stops, eyes go wide, she points forcefully at Clark. "YOU! I just learned the crux of the story of the century, maybe the millennium. And I have to SIT ON IT! A Kerth shoe in, possible Pulitzer. You owe me, Mister Kent!" Lois sits back and folds her arms across her chest. A scowl, but she can't keep from bursting out into laughter.
Clark lays his head on his plate, shoulders shaking.
Martha runs upstairs, closes the MBR door and ROTFL.
Jonathon is incensed. 'What the hell, she knows? Where will it stop?"
10" later, they all have settled down. It's a good thing the turkey retains heat; dinner restarts. Shelby resumes crumb patrol.
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FORTRESS OF SOLITUDE
"Lois?" She is resting her head on his chest.
"Hm?" Almost asleep.
"The rest of the story. As KC* so beautifully sang, We've Only Just Begun." Clark prompts. "When do you want to hear more?"
"Well, do you have a tell all session scheduled with the rest? Let's not duplicate, right?"
"That sounds good. Can you wait for that?"
"If I have too. Say, why don't you give me the down and dirty on your abilities? Hm?"
"Ok, here goes." Clark gives Lois the Reader's Digest condensed version:
Strength,
Speed; run or fly,
Fire eyes,
Super hearing, with filters,
Super breath – cold & volume,
X-ray vision,
Super-fast healing,
Dense molecular structure of skin; i.e. bullet proof,
Weakness,
Kryptonite,
How she can help him.
"Wow! I can help you. That's good to know. I assumed that I'd be dead weight. I'm glad that isn't the case."
"Me too. Oliver has some lead lined pouches, different sizes. If you have some on you & in your apartment, you can be prepared to assist."
"Excellent; I'll call Chloe."
Lois starts a make out session before he gets to his phone. Clark is a willing partner here, also.
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TXT CHAIN
CSO: LL knows?
CK: Yup.
CSO: Accident?
CK: No, I told her.
CSO: Why?
CK: Partners. All good. Lead pouches?
CSO: Y
CK: Relax, I trust her.
CSO: OK
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Redundant for many.
Next Friday evening, Lois' apartment
Attendees: Lois Lane, Clark Kent, Sam Lane, Perry White, Chief Ashton of MPD, Jonathon & Martha Kent, MFD* Chief Allenby.
Clark quickly recaps his abilities. Then gets into his origins, the origin of his powers, his purpose on earth.
Homo sapiens split in the ancient past:
Homo sapiens terrae here on earth,
Homo sapiens kryptonis on Krypton,
Evolved faster,
Advanced scientific knowledge.
Krypton about to implode,
Ruling council ignored warnings,
Jor-El & Lara Van-El sent their only son to earth:
Preserve 1 Kryptonian,
Keep earth from the same mistakes,
Protect earthlings from inter-galactic enemies, and enemies here at home,
Earth's yellow sun super-charges Clark's cells,
Produces his super-abilities,
His weakness, Kryptonite.
What to do if discovered.
The MPD and MFD work out a system of alerts, so that Clark can know when his super-powers are definitely needed.
The crew disperses after Columbian coffee and USA Martha Kent's apple pie. There were some long looks into their coffee mugs. Those in the know turned a blind eye.
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LATER
After the crowd leaves, "Clark?
"Yes, Lois."
"Where do we go from here?" Puppy dog eyes. "I don't want to sleep alone anymore, please?"
Clark groans. "Knowing myself; once I cross that line, sexual intimacy or not, I'll not want to cross back over."
"I know, me too. So, what are we gonna do?"
"You want me to stay, don't you?"
"Yes, please."
"No expectations?"
"None. I will make it clear when there are."
(He's loo\king forward to that!)
"Ok, I'm in!" He grins. They walk hand-in-hand to her bedroom. They fall asleep in each other's arms.
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TBC
CSO = Chloe Sullivan Oliver
MPD = Metropolis Police Dept.
MFD = Metropolis Fire Dept.
KC = Karen Carpenter.