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Lois woke up to her head pounding, her throat so dry it ached. Someone was calling her name and telling her to open her eyes, but her body didn’t seem capable of blinking right now.
She cracked an eye open, flinching as a light shone directly into them.
“Miss Lane,” a strong voice cut through the fog.
Lois rubbed her eyes and looked around properly; she was in the hospital, and Dr Scanlan was waiting for her to look at him.
“What happened?”
“You have a concussion,” Chloe said.
“You hit your head on a rock,” Clark finished.
Lois looked around and saw Chloe and Clark standing at the edge of her bed, both looking worried.
“You sustained a head injury, Miss Lane,” Dr Scanlan said. “How are you feeling?”
She tried to take stock of her body. Her ears were ringing, her eyes felt heavy, and her back hurt. There was a migraine settling at the back of her head, and the lights and beeping machinery weren’t helping.
“Peachy,” Lois lied.
Dr Scanlan took a hold of her wrist to check her heart rate and her entire body locked up. Lois felt her breath catch as she caught a glimpse of Dr Scanlan, elderly and surrounded by an old lady a bunch of small children at a lake, laughing and playing.
Lois blinked and she was back in her hospital bed, watching Dr Scanlan count as he stared at his watch.
“Your body is still under a lot of stress, I'd like you to stay overnight so we can monitor you,” he said.
“I’m stressed because I’m here,” Lois argued. “Can I please go home?”
Dr Scanlan sighed disapprovingly.
“I can’t let you go home alone, you need to be monitored.”
“Monitors!” Lois pointed to Chloe and Clark, smiling at the doctor.
He looked to Chloe.
“Can I trust you two will make sure she doesn’t fall asleep for the next four hours?” Dr Scanlan asked.
Chloe nodded, but Clark frowned.
“Lois, maybe you should stay –”
Lois cut him off with a look.
“I’ll get your paperwork ready,” Dr Scanlan smiled at her.
Chloe rounded the bed to hug her, and Lois felt the tension spread through her body again as Chloe touched her.
She saw Chloe standing under a huge stained-glass window, kissing – Ollie.
Lois came back to herself, pasting on a smile and assuring Chloe that she was fine. Clark watched her in silence, eyeing her suspiciously.
“Lois, what happened?” Clark asked.
She looked down at herself.
“I was investigating a story and I ran into an overzealous security guard,” she said.
“Where?” Chloe asked, passing Lois her clothes.
“One of the Luthorcorp warehouses. Don’t,” she said to Clark, who was already opening his mouth to tell her off.
Lois looked at her clothes, her jeans intact but her shirt had been cut off.
“Do you have a spare shirt?” Lois asked.
Chloe grimaced and shook her head, looking down at her tank top. She heard Clark sigh and looked over as he unbuttoned his red and yellow flannel, taking it off and tossing it to her, leaving him in his white undershirt before he left the room without a word.
Lois frowned at Chloe.
“What’s his problem?” she asked, taking off her hospital gown and putting the flannel on.
Lois did her best not to rub her face against the warm, soft fabric. So warm.
“We’re just worried about you,” Chloe said.
“Well, I’m fine,” Lois said shortly.
Chloe shook out her jeans and their hands touched again. Lois got another flash of Chloe with a tiny blonde baby, Ollie smiling next to her.
“Perfectly fine, see?” Lois said, doing a little shimmy down her body to lie about how fine she was.
Chloe raised her eyebrows to show that she didn’t believe her, but nodded to the door to get her to follow her out. Lois signed out of the hospital and followed Clark and Chloe to the car.
“What were you investigating?” Clark asked.
“Don’t get mad,” Lois warned.
Clark narrowed his eyes at her, and she knew she was already on thin ice. Clark somehow managed to outdo even the General when it came to freaking out about her safety.
“I got a tip on a new 33.1 facility,” she said.
Clark whipped around to look at her and Lois rolled his eyes before he even started.
“You said you wouldn’t get mad,” she tried.
“No I didn’t!”
Chloe unlocked her car and opened the passenger door for Lois. She got in, slamming the door shut behind her as Clark got in the back seat. They were silent as Chloe got into the driver’s seat and sped away from the hospital, heading into town.
“So? What did you find?” Chloe asked.
Lois smiled as she turned in her seat to face them.
“Lex has a facility under Reeves Dam,” she said.
“Under it?” Clark frowned.
She nodded.
“Apparently they’re conducting human experiments under there.”
“Did you find anything?” Chloe asked.
“Well, there’s a million guards there, which seems odd for a dam, don’t you think?”
Clark leaned forward from the back seat.
“No signage, nothing?”
Lois shook her head.
“Unmarked cars, no signs, nothing outside of the administration office for the dam by the main road,” Lois said.
Clark frowned, lost in his thoughts. Lois leaned against her seat, resting against the head rest. She was tired , she realised, desperately wanting to sleep.
She jolted as Chloe brake checked the car, snapping her eyes open.
“You need to stay awake,” Chloe said.
Lois sighed.
“There’s no way sleep isn’t the cure to this,” she argued.
“Lois, you’ve had so many head injuries you should be brain damaged by now,” he said flatly.
Chloe laughed before she schooled her face, shaking her head at Clark.
“I’m fine,” she said. “Just drop me off and leave me alone.”
Chloe shook her head.
“We’re gonna get Chinese and watch a movie and keep you awake at least until one o’clock,” she said.
“One o’clock? In the morning? You need to calm down, Chlo,” Lois teased.
Chloe rolled her eyes at her as she parked in the alley behind the Talon, leading the up to their apartment. Lois didn’t mind that Chloe had been crashing with her since Met U’s dorms went up in flames during Dark Thursday, but right now, she wished she lived alone again.
Lois marched straight into the bathroom, washing her face as Chloe and Clark whispered outside the door. She was sure they were arguing about how to best look after her, and she desperately missed the days she didn’t have these two chaperones following her around.
She threw the door open and they froze, staring at her with wide eyes.
“What are you whispering about?”
Clark held up a takeout menu as Chloe spoke into the phone.
“Pork or chicken dumplings?”
Lois flushed, embarrassed at being so suspicious.
“Chicken,” she said.
Chloe repeated the order into the phone.
“Ten minutes,” she said, looking at Clark.
“I’ll go pick it up,” he said, checking his watch before looking at Lois briefly before he left, shutting the door behind him.
Lois moved to sit on the couch as Chloe poured her a cold glass of water, bringing it over to her.
“Why didn't you call me for backup?” Chloe asked.
Lois shrugged as she took a sip.
“I wasn’t sure it was anything,” she said honestly. “I figured I’d just scope it out and see what I could find.”
She reached into her bag and pulled out her phone, opening her photos.
“This just looks so weird, right?” Lois said, passing the phone to Chloe.
Chloe frowned, taking the phone out of her hand. The strange sensation of her body freezing hit her again as she saw Chloe, her hair longer and her smile even brighter, dressed in a ridiculous Madonna-in-the-eighties style wedding dress, standing next to Ollie in a terrible lime green suit. Lois came back to herself, thankful that it happened so fast that Chloe didn’t even notice it.
She watched as Chloe pulled out her laptop and downloaded the photos, trying to parse the images she had been seeing. Some sort of hallucination , Lois thought. She ignored them, moving slightly away from Chloe as they looked at the pictures, quiet as Chloe pulled up the plans for the dam and they tried to match them up with Lois’ photos.
Lois jumped as Clark walked back in with their food, his hair windswept and mud on his boots.
“Shoes,” Lois said.
Clark looked down and kicked them off before he sat next to her on the couch, unpacking the food. Lois didn’t move to help him, suddenly feeling too tired to do anything. She watched as Clark made her a plate with all her favourites, handing it to her without a word.
Their fingers brushed as he handed her chopsticks, and Lois’ body locked up again, but this time, it felt like she was flying through space. She saw so many stars, galaxies stretching out in front of her, bright and beautiful in every direction. Just as fast as her body tensed she relaxed, coming back to herself.
"You can’t sleep yet,” Clark said.
She huffed and sat back with her food, sitting cross legged on the couch and putting the plate in her lap.
“I’m fine,” she said, eating a dumpling.
Lois stayed quiet as she thought about what she saw. Chloe and Oliver, married and in love, tiny blonde babies surrounding them. Dr Scanlan, a typically stern man, with his wife who Lois had seen regularly when she worked at the Talon, surrounded by grandbabies.
Clark Kent, falling through space.
It made no sense. She really did have a concussion.
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Lois could hear her name being called, but she couldn’t open her eyes. She was sitting at a desk at the Daily Planet, staring at a nameplate that bore Lois Lane , smiling at her desk mate –
Clark.
Clark was calling her name, handing her a coffee, smiling at her as he said something. She called out for him, trying to get his attention, but he wasn’t hearing her, just smiling straight at her and ignoring her while he talked over her.
She moved around their desks to talk to him, almost blinded by the bright sunlight shining through the stained glass window as she reached for him, grabbing his shoulder –
And then she was hurtling through space again, floating high above the Earth, a flash of red fluttering around her, catching her eye. He turned to her and smiled, like he hadn’t seen her in a lifetime. She tried to reach out to Clark again, but he disappeared through her fingers. She was alone, in the vast emptiness of space by herself, the sensation falling making her stomach drop.
She called out for him again, flinching when the air around her changed. Lois was on the farm, sitting on the porch swing and looking out to the flower fields. Clark was by her side, smiling warmly at her as he brushed her hair back from her face.
“Lois,” she heard, and she finally opened her eyes, pulling away from the hand grabbing her arm roughly.
Clark flinched as she moved, standing up from his spot on the bed next to her and giving her space. Lois sat up, looking around in confusion.
“Are you okay?” he asked, watching her carefully.
Lois gave a fake smile and nodded.
“Peachy,” she said.
Clark frowned at her.
“You were calling my name,” he said.
Lois scoffed.
“I could hear you calling mine in my dream. I was trying to get to you, I think,” she explained. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
Clark’s mouth twitched as if he was annoyed at her.
“Chloe and I stayed over to make sure you were okay. She had to go to work early, so,” he waved his hand, drifting off.
Lois tried not to feel special at the attention – Clark had done a lot more for a lot less. Him staying to make sure she was okay was as sure as the sunrise.
“Was it a good dream?” he asked.
Lois kicked off the covers, smiling at him as she remembered the feeling of weightlessness in space, the peace and the determination that had washed through her, floating above the Earth.
“I think we were flying,” she said, standing up.
Something passed over Clark’s face before he forced a smile. Lois watched as his face softened as his eyes swept down her body.
“That must have been nice,” he said.
Lois could feel the strange energy radiating off of him, but she let it go. There were so many strange moments around Clark that Lois let go, wanting to respect his privacy and trusting his intentions, but for the first time, she was curious as to what it was.
Something about the rigidity of his shoulders told Lois that she’d somehow struck a nerve. And she wasn’t at all sure how. She wasn’t sure what to apologise for.
“It was,” she smiled. “I was free, totally at peace.”
Clark looked down at his bare feet. Lois dragged herself into the bathroom, cringing when she tripped over her jeans that she had tossed on the floor before going to sleep in Clark’s red and yellow flannel he had given her yesterday, and not much else.
She showered quickly, gasping at a sharp pain at the back of her head as she shampooed. Lois gently tried to feel around, whimpering when she felt a small cut.
So, she definitely hit her head on something when she got knocked out, she realised. She washed the area gently, jumping out of the shower and drying off. Lois pulled out a hand mirror and tried to see the wound on the back of her head, barely able to make it out with how small it was.
She changed quickly and grabbed some disinfectant, walking out of the bathroom.
“Hey, Smallville?” she called.
Clark was in front of her in a flash, looking concerned.
“What’s wrong?” he asked, spotting the antiseptic ointment she held.
Lois pointed at her head.
“I think I hit something when I went down yesterday,” she said. “Can you just make sure it’s cleaned up?”
Clark frowned in concern, nodding as he gestured for her to sit on the couch. He sat next to her, taking the disinfectant out of her hand –
And there was that feeling again; her body locked up as she stood under a deep red sky, looking up at Clark, who was wearing glasses. He looked gorgeous. Lois gently caressed his jaw, making him look at her.
“Now go save the world,” she whispered to him before she kissed him.
“Does it hurt?” Clark asked.
He felt the shocking sting of the ointment as she flinched but shook her head minutely.
“You tensed up like I stabbed you,” he said.
Lois laughed, her breath hitching as he touched her again. She was standing in a giant igloo? Some sort of giant ice castle? With a start, she realised it was the place she had dreamed of when she thought she had died a few months ago when their plane crashed. But this time, Clark was holding her hand, smiling at her and pulling her through the structure.
“I’m fine,” she lied, landing back in her body.
Nothing she saw made any sense. Her hallucinations, or whatever the hell these were, were completely insane. She needed to get rid of Clark and try to work out what was happening to her.
>>>
Lois had bumped into six people walking through the crowd at the Talon, cringing every single time she touched them, her body tensing as she saw random flashes of people she had never seen before. Happy couples kissing, families united, and in one case, a blonde girl surrounded by dozens of pairs of shoes, happier than anyone she’d ever seen.
Lois frowned as she looked at the photos, frowning at how little they told her. She couldn’t even get close enough to the doors to take pictures of the keypads, every entrance guarded too securely. She'd researched what she could, but it wasn’t until she looked at her photos again from the night before that she realised what must have happened to her.
Someone at the facility had conducted an experiment on her.
It was the most logical option.
That, or the concussion had taken full effect, giving her some sort of hallucinatory brain damage that made her feel like she was seeing the future.
Lois laughed to herself at the idea that she could see the future. In what world would she be flying through the stars with Clark Kent? How would that even be possible?
Lois packed up and made her way to their stairs when she bumped into a tall, dark-haired man rushing out the door. She froze as a flash of images ran through her mind; the man behind the wheel, pulling out into traffic without looking and hitting a red headed child on their bike.
She shook her head clear, making it halfway up the stairs when she heard tyres screeching, followed by screaming.
Lois ran down the stairs to the entrance, following the four people left in the Talon and Alice, the barista. She gasped as she saw the man she had just bumped into, dazedly getting out of his car and staring at a red headed kid laying on the ground, his bicycle mangled underneath his front wheel.
Visions, Lois realised.
She was having visions of the future.
>>>
Soothsayer. Psychic. Augur. Fortune teller. Omniscient. Seer, sage, prophet, clairvoyant.
Hundreds upon thousands of claims from people who claimed to see the future, seeing omens in the everyday mundanity that surrounded them, and accurately predicting what’s to come.
Lois never believed in it, but she supposed that after so long in Smallville, the home of the weird and unexplained, she should have a more open mind.
Knowing that she was seeing a future – her future, a future where she was kissing Clark and holding his hand – made her uneasy. It hurt her heart: the glimpse of something she had wanted for so long, so deep down, but never let herself think of, because if she let herself want it consciously and lost it, she might not survive it.
Lois knew she wouldn’t survive losing Clark. She barely survived watching him pine for Lana.
She made sure not to touch anyone on her way out of the Talon, driving to Metropolis to finally show her face at the Inquisitor, at least wanting to use the paper’s resources to see if she could find anything on what was going on at Reeves Dam.
She successfully made it to her desk, avoiding everyone around her as she pulled up the government plans for the infrastructure, trying to find Lex’s connection to the dam. The dam was government owned, and as far as Lois could figure, he had either coopted the land without their knowledge, or someone was on the take.
Lois sat there for hours, reading intently, trying to find everyone who had stepped foot inside the facility when someone touched her arm, and once again, her body froze.
Ella from Copy was standing at a grave, crying.
Lois blinked, and she was back at her desk. Ella grimaced at her.
“Sorry for scaring you,” she said.
Lois pasted on a smile and shook her head.
“No, it’s fine, I was getting too deep into the zone,” she laughed.
Ella smiled as handed her a birthday card.
“Can you sign this for Alex and pass it on?”
Lois smiled, taking care to take the card from Ella and not touch her as she nodded.
She had to find a way to stop seeing things, she resolved, as Ella walked away smiling.
>>>
Lois managed four more days without saying anything to anyone about her new abilities before she saw something that made her question everything.
She was walking to her car when she knocked into a man, dropping her coffee and falling to the ground.
It was different to almost everyone she’d gotten an insight to.
Everyone except Clark.
Once again, she saw space. She saw the dark expanse stretched out in front of her, colourful galaxies as far as the eyes could see, and the feeling of floating. She looked to her right and saw a fiery red planet, barren and dusty. Lois locked eyes with the man, who looked at her curiously.
“How did you get here?” he asked.
Lois frowned in confusion.
“You can see me?”
The man tilted his head, and Lois took a moment to appreciate his deep brown eyes, warm and kind, blinking rapidly as they flashed red for a split second.
“Where are we?” she asked.
Lois blinked and she was standing back on the street, the man staring intensely into her eyes.
“Are you alright?” he asked.
Lois tried to smile at him, pressing hard on her temple.
“I’m fine. I'm sorry I bumped you,” she said.
The man looked at her curiously, and Lois felt oddly like he was seeing right through her.
“Are you unwell?” he asked.
Lois shook her head, rubbing her temple hard.
“Just a headache,” she lied.
The man reached out but pulled back just as fast, putting his hands in his pockets. Lois wondered if, unlike everyone else, he was in that vision with her.
Not possible , she immediately corrected herself.
“May I buy you another coffee?” he asked, his voice as smooth as butter.
Lois smiled and nodded, thankful for another moment spent with this curious man. He led her to a street vendor, smiling at the man like an old friend and asking Lois for her order. They moved to the side to wait, Lois unable to stop herself from looking at him curiously.
“I’m Lois,” she offered.
“John,” he smiled back at her.
Lois debated holding her hand out to shake, but felt stuck in the middle. John, somehow, seemed to understand.
“What was that, back there?” he asked her kindly.
Lois tilted her head.
“You felt that?”
He nodded.
“I saw it.”
Lois sighed, cracking her neck from side to side as she tried to find an explanation that didn’t sound insane.
“I hit my head a few days ago, and now I'm seeing things. I thought I was crazy, but if you saw it too...” she drifted.
John nodded in understanding.
“I don’t believe you’re crazy, Lois. Few people are,” he said.
Lois thought she would believe anything this man said, his voice like velvet, so calm and reassuring. She wanted to talk to him forever.
“Have you ever seen anything else like that?” John asked.
“A few days ago,” she said softly. “The stars, the galaxies, space stretching out all around me. Clark was there.”
Recognition spread across John’s face. Lois opened her mouth to ask about it, but the coffee vendor called her name and she reflexively turned to take her coffee from the counter. She turned back to John, but he was gone.
Curious, Lois walked to her car instead of back to the Inquisitor.
>>>
“Smallville?” she called, poking her head into the barn.
Shelby came running out to her, panting happily. Lois bent down to pet him, gasping as she saw another glimpse of the future.
Old, happy Shelby, curled up at the foot of her bed next to her legs. Lois looked up and startled as Clark slept next to her, his face pressed into the pillow with his arm slung over her waist.
Lois blinked, and she was back in the barn, sitting on the floor with Shelby. He was whining at her, and she wondered if he had sensed that she had gone away somewhere.
“Lois?”
“Hey,” she said, awkwardly standing up from the ground and dusting off her jeans.
“What are you doing here?” Clark asked, putting a toolbox down on the workbench behind them.
Lois’ eyes tracked the muscles in his arms, and how they tensed as he moved.
“Do you know a John?” she asked.
Clark’s brow furrowed as he thought.
“John at the hardware store, John Melville down the road, John the mechanic –”
Lois shook her head.
“Tall, very dark, very handsome? Voice like velvet. He seemed to know who you were,” she said.
Clark looked at her suspiciously. She kind of loved that she got the drop on him; she rarely, if ever, caught him off guard.
“John Jones?” he asked.
Somehow, she knew that was the man she had met on the street. He had the same kindness in his eyes that Clark did.
“How do you know him?”
“I bumped into him on the street,” she explained. “He’s nice.”
“Yeah. He's a good person,” Clark nodded.
Lois watched him closely.
“I can tell. Birds of a feather, and all that,” she said.
Clark's eyes softened completely as he dropped his guard, his smile completely brightening up his face, dimples showing themselves at the compliment. It heartened Lois to know that Clark thought so highly of John that he was flattered by the remark, and she patted herself on the back for once again having the best instincts when it came to people.
Just like she’d known from the second she met Clark that he was special, and a good person, too. Maybe the best person she knew.
It was no wonder she had feeling for him. A crush, she corrected herself.
“Actually, I did need your help on something,” she said, reaching into her bag.
She pulled out a bunch of paperwork, including plans to Reeves Dam.
“How do you feel about committing a felony with me?” Lois asked.
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Clark frowned as she tried to scramble down the rocks, holding out his arms to catch her in case she fell. Lois was avoiding every touch she could, terrified of what she would continue to see if she kept seeing the future.
She was already doing everything she could to ignore the things she had seen. Ollie and Chloe seemingly married with children in a not too distant future. It stung a little, knowing her ex and her cousin would fall in love.
Lois and Clark, seemingly together. Sharing beds and kisses as the world was falling down type together.
Absolutley not , she thought to herself.
Was Clark a good person? Yes. Was she attracted to him? Yes, obviously , she had working eyes. But did she want Clark Kent?
Lois slipped down a rock as she realised that she did, and that she had all along.
Clark reached out to grab her, holding her steady by her waist. Lois felt herself tense as she watched Clark fall through the night sky, a blue dagger lodged in his stomach.
She gasped and pulled away, meeting Clark’s concerned eyes.
“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked.
Lois shook her head and took another step away from him.
“There’s a door just behind that tree,” she pointed, moving past him to try to find it.
They weaved through in silence, looking for the private door that appeared to be unguarded. Clark had tried to talk Lois out of going, but she had informed him that she was going either way, and he could either come along and keep an eye on her, or pick her up from the hospital again.
Clark had rolled his eyes and gone to grab his jacket.
“There,” she whispered.
Lois smiled when she didn’t see any guards around.
“I don’t think they know about this door,” she said quietly.
Clark was squinting into the dark, and Lois huffed out a soft laugh, thinking about the – vision? – she had seen of him in the future. If it was even real.
“Are you night blind?”
Clark looked at her, frowning.
“What?”
Lois squinted, making an exaggerated face to mock his.
Clark looked offended as he watched her.
“I don’t look like that,” he hissed.
“It’s okay, Smallville, I actually think glasses would complete the look,” she whispered. “Some thick black frames, they’d suit you.”
Clark’s jaw tensed as he looked at her tersely. Lois tried not to smile at how easy he was to annoy; it really was her favourite hobby, riling Clark up and waiting to see how long it would take him to snap at her. He was just so sweet all the time, that getting under his skin felt like an accomplishment.
“Do you want my help trying to break in or not?” he asked.
Lois rolled her eyes but nodded. Clark stood up from where they were crouching and motioned for her to follow him as he made his way to the door. She watched as he jiggled the lock and pushed it opened.
“They left it unlocked?” she asked, incredulous. “Lex is an idiot.”
Clark’s mouth twitched at that.
They made their way inside slowly, Lois holding her camera tightly as they wandered through hallway after hallway, seeing nothing. She trailed behind Clark, keeping as much distance as she could without being obvious that she was avoiding him.
And it wasn’t that they touched each other a lot – they were limited to her either punching him to tease him, or him grabbing her to save her from some sort of impending doom.
Except for right now, when she walked into the back of him.
She felt her body curl in on itself as she stared out of a plane window, thousands of feet in the air, as Clark smiled at her from outside the window. It was impossible . A scenario like that could never happen.
Lois was back in the hallway, half a step away from Clark. He looked back at her with his brow furrowed, looking concerned.
“What’s wrong?” he whispered.
She shook her head. How could she tell him she’d had multiple visions of Clark flying , or of them kissing ?
Clark Kent did not like Lois like that; he was too busy obsessing over Lana Lang to ever look at her.
And there was also the matter of human beings not being able to fly .
Clark turned to go back down the hall and Lois rushed behind him, trying to keep up. She was so close to him that she felt the moment he froze, staring through a window in a door.
There were half a dozen bodies in what looked like glass pods. She took photos before she could think too much about this, looking to Clark in horror.
“What do you think it is?” she asked.
Clark’s lips were parted in shock.
“I don’t think they’re alive,” he said.
“He’s experimenting on corpses?” Lois asked.
Clark nodded slowly.
“Probably.”
Before she could respond, they heard a noise down the hall. Clark grabbed her arm and opened the door, shoving her inside the room with him. Lois was vaguely aware of the way he was saving her as her body tensed again, and numerous images flashed in front of her eyes.
Clark grabbing her by her hips and tossing her up on the counter at her apartment, kissing her roughly.
Clark covered in blood, laughing in a man’s face as he beat him bloody and blue under a red sky.
Clark soaring above her, high in the air, tossing something into the stratosphere and watching it explode.
Clark pressing her into soft white sheets, telling her he loved her.
Clark flying high up into the sky, lifting a planet with his bare hands and moving it away from the Earth.
Clark pulling the covers up over their heads, whispering to her to be quiet before the loud pitter patter of feet and a child’s squeal rang through her ears.
Clark handing her a leather bound book in his loft, telling her that she was the one, and she always had been.
Lois jerked her arm away as Clark shushed her, waiting for the noise in the hallway to pass.
“We have to go,” he whispered.
Lois turned to frown at him.
“We have to keep looking,” she said.
Clark shook his head, and reached out to grab her elbow.
Clark grabbing her arm, shouting at her to run as some sort of black fog swept the room.
“Lois, this isn’t safe. We need to go,” he said forcefully.
It took Lois a moment to recognise the look in his eye; he wasn’t worried about getting caught, he rarely was. He was worried about her safety. She decided to compromise.
“Can you at least keep watch for a minute while I look around in here?” she asked.
Clark nodded, looking out through the tiny window, squinting again. Lois smiled to herself as she went through the lab, taking more photos of the bodies and sifting through the files.
Lois froze as she got to the last one.
“Clark,” she called. “Is this –?”
“Titan,” Clark breathed.
Lois took a photo of him, watching as Clark stared at him. Titan had knocked her out cold when they faced off in the ring weeks ago, and when she had come to, Titan was dead, stabbed by his own weapon, and Clark was frantically trying to wake her up.
“Lois,” Clark said softly. “We need to go right now.”
She listened this time, shoving her camera back into her bag and following Clark to the door. He grabbed her by the hand as he opened the door, pulling her along. Lois felt her body move as flash after flash appeared before her eyes.
Clark fixing a fence with Jonathan, looking older and sadder, reaching out to his father and asking him what to do.
Clark standing by Ollie, looking out to the Metropolis skyline.
Clark kissing her softly, holding her close, telling her that he loved her.
Clark holding a baby, laughing with Martha in the Kent family kitchen.
Clark standing opposite Lex Luthor, his jaw squared and his shoulders tense, staring him down.
Clark laying in the rain, Lois holding him in her arms, screaming for him to come back to her.
Clark making love to her under the red sky, desperately tearing her clothes off as if it was somehow the first and last time he would ever be with her.
Clark hurtling through the stars, through time and space itself, blue and purple and red planets flying past him.
Clark and John, hovering high above the Earth’s atmosphere, flying into the Sun.
Lois felt herself gasp for air as she realised she was sitting in Clark’s truck, back on the main road. Clark was staring at her intently, clearly worried.
“What happened?” she asked.
Clark leaned in to stare at her.
“Yeah, Lois, what happened? It was like you blacked out,” he said.
He pressed his hand against her forehead, and she felt her body lock up again as she saw another flash; her in a hospital bed, Clark’s hand pressed against her face, telling her she only had one more push, a baby crying –
Lois lurched violently away from him, feeling a panic attack coming on.
“I’m fine,” she lied.
Clark frowned as he looked at her, reaching his arm out for her. Lois flinched away from him, and she felt her heart break a little as Clark looked like he’d been slapped.
“What’s going on?” he asked softly, his voice sad.
Lois looked out the window, feeling embarrassed as tears flooded her eyes. She knew Clark kept so much to himself for a reason, and she never wanted to force him to reveal something that he wasn’t ready to.
“I just froze back there,” she tried.
Clark seemed to sense she was lying, but he let it go, turning to the steering wheel and turning the key, pulling onto the main road and driving them into town. Lois stayed silent as she thought about what she had seen.
A future where her and Clark were a team.
A future that was so much like the present.
>>>
“Lois. To what do I owe the pleasure.”
She turned around with a bright smile.
“Lex, thanks for meeting me,” she greeted.
Lex sat at his desk, gesturing for Lois to sit opposite him.
“I just wanted to reach out about a tip we got at the Inquisitor,” she said, pulling her Dictaphone out of her bag. “Would you mind if I recorded this?”
Lex’s eyes flashed with something – annoyance, maybe – but he nodded and smiled. Lois tried not to shudder at the way he smiled, like a snake before they reared back and bit.
“Mr Luthor, thank you for your time,” she started. “The Inquisitor received an anonymous tip that there was unusual activity taking place at Reeves Dam. Can I ask about your connection to the dam?”
Lois caught the way he ground his teeth together before he relaxed his face.
“Well, Luthorcorp have made sizable donations to the local government over the years with caveats that the donations be put towards certain enterprises,” Lex said. “Funding to ensure clean and safe water for the Smallville and other towns is a good way for us to contribute to our neighbours.”
Lois smiled, grateful he was at least answering the softball questions.
“Our tipster seems to think that Luthorcorp have coopted the dam for their own use,” Lois said.
She stayed silent as Lex watched her, making sure her face stayed pleasantly neutral.
“I’m not sure where that rumour came from, but I can assure you, it’s false,” Lex said. “Luthorcorp have our own facilities, such as the fertiliser plants, and other subsidiary businesses spread out across Kansas and America.”
Lois nodded.
“Have you been to Reeves Dam, Mr Luthor?”
Lex smiled thinly.
“Why, yes I have, Miss Lane. I took an investor’s tour there years ago,” he smiled.
Bingo .
“Great,” Lois smiled. “So, you’re familiar with the laboratories inside?”
Lex's eye twitched just enough for her to catch it.
“Yes, I believe they conduct all sorts of testing on the water there.”
Lois reached into her bag and pulled out a folder.
“Yes, they do. Tell me, Mr Luthor, are you aware of any other experiments being carried out at Reeves Dam?”
Lex's gaze flicked down to her folder.
“No,” he stated.
Lois nodded as she put the folder on the desk between them.
“Do you recognise any of the images I have passed you, Mr Luthor?”
She waited as Lex opened the folder, his jaw clenching again as he saw the photos she had taken earlier that day.
“For the sake of dictation, Mr Luthor is currently looking at photographs of bodies inside a laboratory that appear to be deceased,” Lois said, leaning into the recorder.
Lex shut the file and tossed it onto the desk, his eyes blazing. Lois could tell he was furious she had caught him off guard.
“I’ve never seen this before,” he said. “Thank you for raising it with me, Lois. I’ll report this to the authorities.”
He was doing his best to sound placid, but Lois was all too familiar with men and their silent threats.
“No need, Mr Luthor,” she said, checking her watch.
Lex grabbed his phone to check, laughing dangerously at whatever he saw there. Chloe had come through, calling Lionel Luthor and having the dam raided.
He stood up abruptly, switching off the Dictaphone and rounding the desk. She surreptitiously slipped it into her bag when he wasn’t looking, thankful for the summer the General made her spend learning how to pickpocket.
“You know, Lois, I’ve always appreciated your tenacity,” he said, sitting on the edge of his desk in front of her. “Misguided, however it may be.”
Lois smiled and stood, refusing to let him tower over her.
“That means so little, coming from you,” Lois said pleasantly. “What the hell are you trying to do?”
Lex stood up, staring her down.
“I’m going to save the world, Lois,” he said.
She could tell he meant it; that he so believed in his own delusion of grandeur, that he really did think he was some sort of saviour.
“You aren’t going to save us,” Lois said, shaking her head softly.
He blinked, taking a step closer to her.
“That’s where you’re wrong, Lois,” he said, low and threatening. “I am the only thing that can save us.”
Lois laughed rudely at him.
“I know heroes, Lex,” she said, thinking about Clark and what she had seen in her visions. “And you’re no hero. You’re the type of man they end up saving us from.”
Lex reached out to grab her arm, and Lois felt that not familiar feeling –
Lex was standing in a graveyard, covered in blood, laughing as the world burned around him.
Lex, standing opposite Clark, clad in a white suit, standing in front of a silver briefcase.
Lex talking to a beautiful tall redhead, pulling out a knife –
Lois wrenched her arm out of his grip, stepping away from him.
“I am the only person standing in between us and them,” he said lowly.
“Them?”
Lex leaned in closer to her, invading her space.
“An alien invasion, Lois.”
Lois laughed in surprise. She knew enough to know that there wasn’t an alien that could be as dangerous as Lex Luthor.
“Everything you touch dies, you know that?”
Lex said nothing as she made her way to the door.
“Keep the photos,” she said as she left, trying not to run down the hallway.
Lois rounded the corner, gasping as she bumped into someone –
Lana, alone and staring at a screen, watching Lex. Her hair was shorter, the lines in her face deeper, as she sat unblinking, watching Lex.
“Lois, what are you doing here?” Lana smiled.
Lois pasted on a smile as she looked at Lana, trying to decipher what she had just seen. Her eyes caught on the giant engagement ring, nestled on her finger with the chunky diamond wedding band.
“Lana, what do you know about Reeves Dam?”
Suspicion flashed over Lana’s face. Before she could open her mouth to tell another lie, surely to protect Lex, Lois reached out and grabbed Lana’s arm.
Lana holding a gun to Lex, tears in her eyes.
Lana sitting in an empty baby nursery, staring out into space.
Lex hitting Lana.
Lois gasped as she let go of Lana.
“Lana, do you know about the human experiments?” Lois asked lowly.
Lana recoiled away from her, looking past her in the hall.
“Lois, you need to go,” she said.
Lois left as fast as she could, calling Chloe the second she got in the car.
“Did he come through?” Lois asked.
“Lionel’s team went in, but nothing was there,” Chloe said.
Lois sighed.
“Well, we have the photos, and I already told Joseph about the article. They'll print it,” Lois said.
>>>
“This is unreal,” Chloe said, reading through her article.
Lois watched as Clark read over Chloe’s shoulder, his eyebrows raised.
“Why didn’t you tell us you went to talk to Lex?” he asked.
Chloe looked at her with wide eyes, but Lois threw her under the bus, not willing to get told off by Clark.
“I told Chloe.”
Clark turned to stare at Chloe, who was steadfastly ignoring him.
“So, what happens with the dam now?” Chloe asked, changing the subject.
“The government said they’ll be sweeping it,” Lois said. “But it looks like Lex already moved his operations.”
She saw the way Clark and Chloe side eyed each other but chose to say nothing. Lois figured the chance that Lionel had seized the bodies and destroyed all of Lex’s research was the most likely scenario, wanting to protect Luthorcorp and all their assets.
“So, now what?” Clark asked.
Lois smiled brightly.
“Now, I find another story,” she said.
Clark looked tired, but Chloe just pulled her toasted cheese sandwich in half and handed a piece to Lois with a smile.
>>>
Lois spent the next three days avoiding all human contact and researching meteor infections. She managed it successfully until the following Tuesday, when Clark asked her to come to the farm.
“Smallville,” she called, walking through the front door.
Shelby ran up to greet her, and Lois braced herself as she tensed for her visions.
Shelby running through the flower fields, sniffing the sweet air, so happy.
Shelby at Martha’s feet by the fire, snoring peacefully.
Shelby resting his head on Lois’ stomach as Clark told him to listen for the baby.
“Lois, hey,” Clark said, smiling at her.
I hate that I'm a sucker for those dimples, she thought.
“You called, I came,” she said.
Lois blinked at the potential double meaning, seeing Clark falter at the same moment with the same realisation. She noticed the way his eyes swept down her body before he smiled again.
“Right, um, so it’s my mom’s birthday next month, and I was thinking about going to Washington to visit her,” he said.
Lois smiled sadly. She missed Mrs K so badly, it ached. Sure, they spoke on the phone every couple of days, but it wasn’t the same as having her here, barging into the Kent kitchen on a whim for a cup of coffee and advice from the most important parental figure in her life.
“Do you want to come with me?” Clark asked.
Lois felt a warmth spread inside her.
“What?”
Clark looked down at his feet, shuffling nervously.
“I’m pretty sure she loves you as much as she loves me,” he said. “I thought it might be cool if we went down and spent the weekend with her?”
Lois smiled, biting her lip to try and look cooler and more collected.
“Yeah, of course,” she said.
Clark's face lit up brightly, his eyes crinkling. Lois knew it wasn’t genetically possible, but Clark looked so much like his father in these moments, when he smiled so wide that his entire face lit up.
Lois watched him closely. If all the visions she was seeing really were of the future, their future, she wanted it. She wanted that life with Clark more than she had wanted anything.
Clark held out a piece of paper, and she brushed his fingers without meaning to.
Clark being stabbed with a green dagger, screaming for Lois to leave, Lois screaming out for him.
She fell to the floor, hearing herself scream for Clark as her knees hit the ground. Clark reached for her and another image flashed through her mind.
A beautiful blond couple putting a baby in a tiny pod, telling the baby that they loved him more than anything, and that they hoped he could be saved.
Clark losing a fight in a desolate white ice land, Ollie running him through with a sword.
Clark on his knees, Lois herself choking the life out of him, as Clark looked into her eyes and told her that he loved her.
“Lois,” Clark was calling her.
“Let go,” she begged.
Clark's hands were off of her and she gasped, desperately trying to breathe.
“Lois,” Clark said, his voice filled with worry.
She looked up, seeing he way he was crouched in front of her, his eyes wide and scared.
“Lois, what’s happening?”
Lois sat on the floor properly, trying to even out her breathing. Clark followed suit, making sure to keep his hands to himself. Shelby joined them, sitting protectively next to Lois.
“I, um. I think something happened to me when I was concussed,” she admitted.
Clark’s eyes somehow got even wider as he stared at her.
“And since I woke up in the hospital, I’ve been having these – visions, I guess?”
Clark inhaled nervously.
“Do they hurt?” he asked.
Lois laughed and shook her head.
“I mean, I’ve had a couple of headaches, and my neck feels tight, but no, I’m fine,” she said.
“Lois, why did you scream for me?” Clark asked softly.
She looked into his scared green eyes, feeling herself compelled to tell him the truth.
“Every time I touch someone, I see something. When you touched me just now, I saw you get stabbed with this green knife,” Lois said.
Clark frowned and looked down.
“What else have you seen?”
Lois smiled softly at him.
“You helping people. Our life – our lives,” she corrected. “Looks like you’re stuck with me and Chloe for life, by the way,” she joked.
Clark gave her an awkward half smile.
“Is that all you’ve seen?” he pressed.
Lois shook her head.
“It’s different, with you. I think I saw the past with you, too,” she said.
Clark blinked rapidly.
“Like what?”
Lois tried to recall what she’d seen, and only give him the soft stuff.
“You and old man Shelby hanging out,” Lois smiled. “You and your dad fixing the side fence together. A blonde woman telling you that she loves you and goodbye.”
Clark averted his eyes, reaching out for Shelby. Shelby went to him, sitting in front of his lap and panting as Clark scratched behind his ears.
“Lara, my mother,” Clark said.
“I didn’t know you remembered her,” Lois breathed.
Clark shook his head.
“I don’t. That's it,” he said.
They sat in silence for a moment.
“Lois, we need to find a way to remove this ability from you,” Clark said. “It could be dangerous.”
She nodded in agreement.
“I know.”
>>>
“So, if I touch you –”
Lois tensed as their hands met, watching Chloe tied up, walking to a black car, passing another tied up figure whose face was obscured.
Her eyes shot open as she stared into Chloe’s wide green eyes, doing her best to smile at her.
“You wear your hair shorter in the future,” she winked.
Clark was frowning from behind Chloe, keeping his hands in his pockets as he waited for Chloe to say something.
“How are you seeing things?” Chloe asked.
Lois shrugged.
“I figured it was hallucinations from the concussion –”
“No,” Chloe interrupted her. “Like, are they images? Can you hear things? Are you a silent observer?”
Lois’ eyes flicked briefly to Clark before she chose her words carefully.
“It’s like I’m watching something from the side. Sometimes I hear things, sometimes it’s just a flash, or an image,” she said.
“Does it get more intense the longer someone holds onto you?” Chloe asked.
Lois tried to think, but she wasn’t sure.
“I don’t know. Like when Clark grabbed me at the dam, it’s like I saw a dozen images all at once,” she said.
Chloe's eyes flitted between Lois and Clark, neither of them looking at each other.
“Is that all?”
Lois nodded and tried to smile. She lit up when she thought about the man she bumped into on the street.
“Oh, and John.”
Clark finally met her eye.
“John Jones?”
Lois nodded.
“It’s like we were flying through space, we were hovering over Mars, and he asked me what I was doing there. It was so weird,” she said.
Clark’s eyes were wide as he looked at Chloe, who seemed worried.
“That is weird,” Clark said.
Lois held up her hand.
“Don’t, okay? I know that half the stuff I’m seeing might not be real, or it might be, and I’m not supposed to see it,” she said. “I’m not gonna ask questions, so there’s no need to lie to me.”
Clark snapped his mouth shut.
Lois knew him well enough to know that the many unexplained things about Clark added up to something a bit alien, not quite normal for a human being, like a lightning rod for the supernatural. She knew that, and she accepted that about him. She wasn’t going to make him lie to her again to protect himself, and she wasn’t going to make Chloe lie for him, either.
“So how do we make it stop, because this could really put a damper on my dating life,” she joked.
Clark frowned at her as Chloe looked lost in thought.
“So, it started when you hit your head?” Chloe clarified.
Lois nodded.
Chloe seemed to realise something, running to grab her laptop and open it, frantically hitting buttons.
“Oh my god. Lois, look,” she said, angling the screen to her and Clark.
Lois frowned.
“It’s blurry,” she said.
“It’s a meteor rock,” Clark said, pointing at the screen. “Lois, when you fell, you hit your head on a meteor rock.”
Lois felt a hysterical laugh bubble in her throat.
“I’m sorry, I’m a meteor freak?” she laughed.
Clark looked intensely at Lois, and she felt unnervingly like he was seeing right through her.
“I don’t think so. If there’s anything in your system, it can’t be a lot,” he said, looking pointedly at Chloe.
“A splinter?” Chloe asked.
Clark shook his head.
“Maybe it’s in your bloodstream,” he posited.
Lois stood there in silence as they bounced off each other; the meteor rock experts clearly didn’t need her.
“What counteracts green?” Chloe asked.
Lois sat down, understanding that this conversation didn’t include her. There was too much context she was missing, and would likely never have.
“Red or blue,” Clark said.
She frowned; she was only recently affected by red meteor rock, her and Clark apparently painting the town red in tight leather outfits she would never admit to anyone that she already owned.
“Do we try, or do we wait it out?” Chloe asked.
Lois looked between them, watching as they seemed to have a silent conversation with their eyes.
“I feel like a kid waiting for my parents to decide my punishment,” she joked.
Chloe and Clark both turned to look at her sympathetically.
“Sorry,” Clark said. “But, this could be dangerous for you, Lois. I don’t know if we should risk waiting for this to leave your body, if it even will.”
"Clark, do you have blue meteor rock?” Chloe asked.
Clark nodded, not taking his eyes off of Lois.
“Go get it, Lois and I will meet you at the farm soon. I just need to look into something,” Chloe smiled.
Clark nodded, taking one last look at Lois before he left.
Chloe turned to her as soon as Clark shut the door and narrowed her eyes.
“Tell me what you’re really seeing,” Chloe demanded.
Lois laughed awkwardly.
“It’s all kind a blur,” Lois said. “I mean, we’re happy, in the future. There's husbands and babies and the world is saved, over and over.”
Chloe's face lit up.
“You saw me in the future with Jimmy?”
Lois felt her stomach drop to the floor. She had figured Jimmy and Chloe had broken up when she’d seen Chloe with Oliver, but she hadn’t given much thought to how the Chloe of today would feel about that.
“You’re so happy, Chlo,” she settled on.
Chloe smiled brightly before her face fell. Lois prayed that she wouldn’t ask about the omission about Jimmy –
“What did you see about Clark?”
Lois smiled softly.
“The stars,” she said wistfully. “Floating, flying through space. He's so important, Chloe. To the world . He saves it, over and over.”
Chloe looked nervous.
“Lois, the meteor rocks are probably messing with your –”
“Stop,” Lois cut her off, standing from the couch. “I’m not stupid. I’ve lived in Smallville long enough to know that nothing is what it seems, and I know Smallville well enough to know that if anyone could fly through the stars and save the world, it’s Clark.”
Chloe bit her lip and looked down at the floor.
“I would never say anything to anyone,” Lois defended.
Chloe looked confused, frowning at her.
“Lo, I would never think that you would.”
Lois didn’t say anything, looking to the door.
“And Clark would never think that,” Chloe said gently.
Lois thought about Clark – about everything she had seen in his future. In their future.
“I hope not.”
>>>
Lois sat at the Kent kitchen table, staring at the rocks in front of her.
“I didn’t know there were so many different types of meteor rock,” she said, impressed.
She reached out to touch the shiny red one, but Chloe kicked her from under the table to stop her.
Chloe holding a garish gold helmet, asking it to help her find Oliver.
Clark moved closer, holding out a blue rock.
“Here,” he said, handing it to her.
Lois took it, rolling it around in her hand.
“What do I do with it?” she asked.
Clark and Chloe looked blankly at each other, before Chloe reached out to grab Lois’ arm.
Chloe strapped to a table, watching images flash by faster than the speed of light, reciting the to a pale man with a notepad.
Lois flinched, seeing the way Clark and Chloe looked at each other. Chloe took the blue meteor rock and gave her a red one, before reaching out for her arm again.
Chloe, Clark, Oliver and Lois with a man and a woman she’d never seen before in a limousine, drinking and laughing together, Oliver leaning into Lois and asking is he really made of steel?
Lois shook her head, giving Chloe the red rock. Chloe sighed and gave her a green meteor rock. Lois saw Clark move into the kitchen and pour himself a glass of water as she tossed held it in her hand, waiting for Chloe.
Chloe standing in the loft, telling Clark that she loved him but that she was leaving, because she couldn’t be the machine anymore.
“It’s just a clip show of all your future haircuts,” Lois said.
Chloe laughed as she excused herself to go to the bathroom.
Clark frowned, disappearing into the hallway and walking back into the room with a black rock.
“What’s that?” she asked, holding out her hand.
Clark went to place it in her palm but the second the black meteor rock touched her skin, a shock hit them both. Lois flinched as she found herself back in space, galaxies of every shape, size and colour surrounding her. Clark was with her again, but this time he was looking at her, confused. Lois smiled at him and reached out for him, and this time he was there, physically in front of her, taking her hand and locking their fingers together. The feeling of floating stopped, and she smiled wider as he wrapped his arms around her, securing her tightly against his body, finally feeling like she was standing on solid ground.
Lois gasped as the black meteor rock clattered to the ground, looking up at Clark who was staring at her with wide, crazy eyes.
“What was that?”
“You saw it too?” she asked.
Clark nodded, and before he could open his mouth to try to gaslight her into thinking she didn’t see what she did, she stood up and kissed him square on the mouth. It took him a split second before he kissed her back, holding her by the waist and the back of her neck, his tongue slipping into her mouth.
Lois pulled away and smiled as she realised what this meant.
“The visions are gone,” she beamed.
Clark smiled brightly back at her, looking plenty pleased with himself.
>>>
“So,” Lois said, staring at Clark next to her on the couch.
He looked nervous, staring down at hands. She was thankful Chloe had run out on them once she knew Lois was cured, leaving them alone.
“Lois, what else did you see?” he asked.
She smiled serenely at him.
“I saw you, doing what you’ve always done. Helping people,” Lois said. “There’s nothing in your future that I haven’t seen in your past, believe me, Smallville.”
Clark looked confused.
“And what have you seen in my past?”
She tilted her head at him like he was being obtuse.
“You saving people, helping everyone that you can. You being a good person,” Lois said.
Clark shifted anxiously, and Lois reached out to touch his arm.
“The other stuff I saw, the stars? It could mean anything,” she tried to reassure him.
Clark shook his head.
“Lois, there’s things about me, things that I can’t –”
She leaned in to kiss him softly, shutting him up.
“I'm not asking,” she said as kindly as she could.
Clark smiled against her mouth, pulling away to look at her closely.
“Are you sure?”
Lois nodded.
“I know who you are as a person,” she said, moving over to sit closer to him.
Clark turned to face her better, looking down at her lips in the most unsubtle way she had ever seen from him.
“I don’t want to lie to you,” he said.
Lois huffed out a quiet laugh.
“Don’t lie to me about the big stuff, and we’ll be fine.”
Clark bit his lip.
“What’s the big stuff?”
Lois reached out to run her hands through his hair, brushing it off his forehead.
“The stuff in your heart, you know. The things that make you loyal and kind,” she said.
Clark grabbed her jaw gently, staring into her eyes intently.
“Lois, I've never lied to you about that,” he said strongly.
She nodded, leaning in to kiss him again. Lois pulled away to whisper a soft I know against his lips, crawling into his lap and wrapping her arms around his neck, kissing him properly. She moaned against him as his hands roamed over her body, sighing as his hands found their way under her shirt, slowly pulling it off of her.
Lois climbed off of him and stood up, slowly unzipping her jeans for him. Clark looked up at her with soft, vulnerable eyes, so green and so beautiful, reaching out to help her pull her jeans off.
She sat back in his lap as she kissed him again. It was so sweet, so much like the glimpses of the future she had seen over the last couple of weeks. Lois could feel herself smiling into his kisses as she stripped off his red t shirt, reaching down to unzip his jeans.
Clark grabbed her lower back and moved her around, laying Lois down on her back as he moved above her, kissing her more desperately as he kicked his jeans off. Lois pulled him as close as she could to her, rolling her hips up desperately for more.
He understood what she needed, bending down to kiss her chest, pushing down her bra and latching onto a nipple, sucking on it roughly as he pressed his fingers against her slick entrance. Lois moaned as Clark pulled her underwear aside with one finger, plunging another two inside her without any warning.
She bucked her hips wildly into his hand as she moaned loudly, unable to feel any sort of embarrassment or shame at how desperately she needed him. He at least seemed to need her just as badly, biting at her nipples as he rubbed his erection against her thigh, rolling his hips in time with his hand, his fingers rubbing her walls, quickly building the friction, her stomach tightening as she came, crying out Clark’s name.
Clark kissed his way back up her neck, kissing her before pulling away and sucking on the fingers that were just inside of her. He closed her eyes and moaned at the taste of her, and Lois felt her jaw drop. She had no idea that Clark had this in him.
She ran her hands down his body, pulling at his boxers, wrapping her leg around his calf and digging her nails into his hips, desperate to have him inside her.
Clark followed her lead, rubbing his tip through her folds a few times before he fucked inside her, moaning low and deep as he pressed all the way inside her. Lois gasped at the feel of him, so thick and heavy and hot , setting every nerve in her body on fire.
He brushed her hair out of her face as he kissed her, letting her adjust to him before he slowly began rolling his hips, so slow and so controlled, driving her insane.
“Smallville,” she begged. “I need more.”
He hummed, but didn’t speed up in the slightest. If anything, he moved even slower, causing Lois to cry out in frustration.
“Please,” Lois whispered against his mouth, hoping he would at least respond to her manners.
It did the trick; Clark moved a little faster, grabbing her thigh and holding it tightly to his waist as he fucked her harder, not daring to move an inch away from her. He kissed her so passionately as the tension in her stomach built more and more, not letting her breathe as he fucked her over the edge, moaning into his kisses as she came.
It was enough for Clark, who followed her over, coming with her, inside of her, resting his head against her neck as he rolled his hips wildly, chasing his high.
Lois scratched at his scalp as he panted against her collarbone, trying to catch her own breath.
“I saw that, too, you know,” she smiled.
Clark moved to lean above her on his forearms, looking down at her.
"What came first, the feelings or the visions?” he asked.
“Oh, the feelings,” she said, not even needing to think about it.
Clark looked at her suspiciously.
“I believe you,” he said, eyeing her off.
“Hey, we don’t lie about the big stuff, remember?” Lois smiled.
Clark smiled back at her, his eyes so soft and happy.
“No, we don’t.”
>>>
Lois frowned at Clark as they lay in bed together, facing each other.
“Do you remember when I saw the future?” she whispered.
Clark raised an eyebrow at her.
“How could I forget,” he said, reaching his hand under the covers to caress her stomach.
Lois smiled, holding onto his wrist.
“Did I ever tell you I saw this?”
Clark looked at her quizzically, looking down at Shelby, laying across the end of the bed.
“Our life like this?”
Lois shook her head.
“Yeah, but this exact moment. I saw this,” she said. “I was in my body like right now, and we were right here, and Shelby was down there, and this was the moment I realised I wanted everything I had been seeing to be true, even the bad stuff, if it meant I got to have this.”
Clark beamed at her.
“Is it what you imagined?” he asked.
Lois closed her eyes and took a deep breath; the sweet spring air invaded her senses, crisp and bright. Clark’s hand on her was warm and grounding, the strength of the sun warming them both. Shelby, her best bud, never left her side.
“It’s so much better,” she said, opening her eyes to look at Clark.
He leaned in to kiss her, so sweet and slow, and she felt every ounce of love he was sharing with her.
She sent up a silent prayer for the augury she had seen all those years ago.