Disclaimer: Smallville belongs to the WB, I only own my dreams and imagination.
Summary: Lois finds something that turns the whole world of Smallville upside down, making Lois very attached to Clark, but not the way we want it to, at least not yet...
Spoilers: This is a little AU, after Arrival, Clark doesn't lose his powers cuz Jor-El gave him a week to come back. Clark does pursue his relationship with Lana and got rid of the Kriptonians, sending them to the phantom zone. Okay, I think I have the background laid out, in case of any other inconsistencies, let me know. Oh, and since he still has his powers, he got to Chloe before Lex did, bringing her back to Smallville.
AN: I know I should be updating my other stories, but this idea hasn't left me alone for a while now, so as a consolation I updated To Love... first, so bare with me and please review!
Clark looked across the fence to his destroyed home. He drove the truck all the way in, stopping the truck right in front of the house. He then noticed movement inside the debris, several people then came into view, all working on something in the house.
"You didn't have to call for help." He told his parents.
"We didn't" Martha replied, just as surprised as he was. Clark got out and helped his mom out, although only Martha had broken something, Jonathan was weaker than he would admit.
At that moment a soldier walked out of the house, giving orders to the carpenters on the roof.
"Lois" Clark muttered, while Martha and Jonathan just smiled. "Wait here, let me check it out." He then walked straight up to the soldier. "Is Lois here?" he asked
"Ms. Lane is upstairs; the ladder is in the living room." The green clad soldier informed him.
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The room that had been hers for the last couple months was a disaster. Meteorites hadn't hit it directly, and the supports it was on were also unaffected, making it the only room left half standing in the second floor: but the walls had fallen completely, the contents of the drawers and closet were on the floor, mixed with the debris.
She picked up a piece of clothing and frowned, along with the jacket she also lifted up the piece of wood that had pierced it.
"Are you sure this is the safest thing you could do?" Clark said climbing up the ladder and stepping onto the room, not before making sure it would hold his weight.
"This meteor shower is going to bring back the 80's, I can't find a single piece of clothing that isn't ripped or its match destroyed." She said, completely ignoring his statement. She didn't even face him, still concentrated in salvaging what she could of her belongings.
"I thought you had packed already, I figured you'd be halfway across the Atlantic by now." He looked around the room, his bed had broken in half, a heavy beam in the middle of it.
"Yeah, well, I had packed, some stuff. I was going to get everything else after graduation, but you know how that went." At times like these she really wished the procrastinator part of her personality hadn't survived boot camp.
"By the way Kent, have you seen Chloe? I haven't found her and last I knew of her she was looking for Lana." She finally turned to face him, waiting for an answer.
"When I went to see Lana, I found her in the hall. She was worried about you, but I told her you were fine and she went home." The fib exited his mouth so easily, he didn't even blink.
"Glad she's okay then," She said offhandedly, something catching her eye. She bent down besides the fallen closet door, picking something up. "Very interesting" Her tone had changed dramatically.
Realizing he still had stuff of his in the room he began to shift to get a glimpse of what she had found.
She kept her back to him and started chuckling.
"I don't like it when you laugh like that. If its mine I want it back." He closed the space between them, looking over her shoulder to see what was in her hand.
She quickly turned and put her hand behind her. A satisfied smile on her face, her left eyebrow raised in amusement.
"I hardly think its yours, besides the fact that you have absolutely no sense of fashion, it doesn't go with you." Her nose scrunched up, taunting him.
His mind was going through all the stuff that he owned, trying to figure out what she could have found.
"Unless the closet also stores away a side of you we have yet to see." She was really having fun.
His eyes first played confusion, then grew wide at the implication.
"Lois." His voice grew low, trying to scare her. He should've known better.
"Seriously Smallville, did you steal this or did some girl give this to you? Cuz either way, I mean, loser or perv." She finally reached behind her back and dangled her discovery in front of him.
His eyes grew sad, then anger filled inside of him as he saw Kyla's bracelet in Lois' hand. She had no right.
Lois knew then she had pushed a wrong button. She reached for his hand and placed the bracelet on his open palm.
"Here, this obviously means something. . ."
She didn't get a chance to finish her sentence, what felt like a surge of energy passed through her. She looked up at Clark, his face was contorted in pain, not knowing what was going on. An energy field was then released from their hands, pushing them apart and sending them flying out of the safety of the room floor.
Clark landed on the backyard. He quickly looked around to make sure no one had noticed his fall, when he heard a crash coming from the house.
Lois.
By the time he reached her she was already surrounded by several of the carpenters. She had wood splinters all over her, her face was bleeding.
"Clark! What happened?" Jonathan had reached them as well, Martha following close behind in crutches.
He was at a loss of words, especially with so many strangers around. Martha and Jonathan immediately understood it had something to do with their long kept secret.
Jonathan then cleared out the carpenters, giving Clark a chance to check her pulse.
Lois stirred, moving her face towards Clark.
"What happened Kent?" She spoke, turning away from him to get up.
"You fell from the room, I told you it was dangerous. You really shouldn't move." He hoped she didn't remember what had happened.
But she did.
"I'm fine, I just hit my head really bad. What the hell?" She was about to push herself off the floor when a broken mirror reflecting her upper torso made her stop.
Clark looked at the mirror as well, shock covering his face.
"What the hell is this?" She turned to them pointing to her chest.
Her shirt had been torn showing her undershirt, which was cut lower than usual revealing a marking low in the middle of her chest laying just above her cleavage.
He looked at the bracelet he had in his hand then at Lois again.
No way.
The design that a while ago was on the bracelet was gone and now was imprinted on Lois's chest.
"You have a lot of explaining to do Clark Kent."