Chapter 7
(Clark's POV)
Her skin glistened with droplets of water, when Lois opened the door, hairbrush in her hand ready to strike. My heart was pounding; I licked my lips involuntarily, admiring her goddess-like figure.
But instead of slamming the door in my face, Lois grabbed my collar, pulled me in the apartment and closed the door behind us.
She whispered in a seductive tone, not bothering to cover herself "Seen something you liked, Smallville? I knew you were planning to repay me for the shower accident".
"Uhm…"
"What, Lana got your tongue?"
I ignored the Lana remark, unable to come up with a witty remark, the closeness of her body made me speechless.
Her hazel eyes widened, she grinned like a cat that just swallowed a canary "It's flashlight in your pocket, or you are just happy to see me?"
Not giving me the chance to answer, Lois wrapped her hands around my face and pulled me down for a kiss.
"Well, Smallville?" the sound of her voice made me even more aroused. I grabbed Lois and captured her lips; hands went to her waist to slide up and down her sides, enjoying flawlessness of her skin.
"SMALLVILLE!"
"Smallville!"
"M-huh?"
"Wakey, wakey, lazybones".
I slowly opened my eyes and sighed, realizing that naked Lois was just a dream. The real Lois was standing beside the couch, with hands on her hips and mildly amused expression on her face. And, what's more important...
Lois confirmed "You are floating, Peter Pan".
I plummeted down and landed with a thud, the legs of the couch breaking under the force.
When I examined the ruined furniture trying to figure out if the couch can be repaired, she asked "It happened before? This floating thing?"
"Yes, once or twice. But only when I was sleeping".
"Do you remember your dreams?"
"Well…" I decided to change the topic. Discussing my dream with Lois wasn't an option. "How about a cup of coffee? I need to clear my head".
After two mugs of hot coffee the air was full of uncomfortable silence. Lois couldn't stand uncomfortable silences. I guess after all the time spent with her I'm starting too.
"So…"
"So…"
"Lois, yesterday you said you weren't in the mood to talk about my secrets. What about now?"
"Smallville, you know me. I have a million of questions. But are you sure you want to answer? It's not because of misguided sense of guilt or something?"
"No, I want you to know, Lois. I've kept you in the dark for too long. I can't tell you everything, some secrets are not mine to share, but I'll do my best".
"You'd better. So, question number one - since when you started wearing black leather, Smallville?"
"That's all?"
"Well… " I never felt so nervous before. Not even in alternative world when I proposed to Lana and was waiting for her response. "I'm… um… pretty sure there's nothing else to tell".
"Smallville, are you okay?"
"Lois, I just told you that I'm from another planet, and you are asking me if I'm okay?"
"What else I'm supposed to ask? Clarkie, you look like you've been undressed, tied up and thrown into a locker room full of horny cheerleaders. If I didn't know better, I'd say that you are afraid of me. Am I so scary 'cause I didn't have time for makeup this morning?"
I've seen you dirty, I've seen you half-drown, I've seen you wounded. I've seen you in hospital, fighting for your life. So the lack of makeup doesn't make you less beautiful... Wait, did I just call Lois beautiful? Stupid dream, I'm so messed up!
I tried to explain "It's just… I expected different reaction from you".
"Like "flinch, yell and run away?" Lois snorted loudly. "Smallville, you are alien, not a B-grade monster movie villain. In fact, it's not bad that you are E.T.".
I asked "Why?" not trying to follow the twisted logic of Lois Joanne Lane.
"Think about it. You have powers. Powers are not coming from nowhere, even in comic books there is some weird explanation. The guy can be stricken by lightning, dig out a shoelace of ancient god or encounter a bunch of old creeps from forgotten race looking for a champion. But if you have powers and live in Smallville, Kansas, most likely you are meteor freak. That's always a bad thing".
"Not all of them are evil, Lois".
Lois was adamant "Exceptions to the rule, Smallville. The ones we saw in action were mostly evil. You are not going to argue?"
"Well…"
"So what if you weren't meteor infected? It could be government experiment. You know, crazy scientists get tired of shooting monkeys into space, and send toddler instead, he absorbs cosmic rays, and returns to Earth with the powers of all the Fantastic Four. That means being under surveillance 24/7, army of eggheads trying to understand what makes you tick, and – when you are old enough – they'd send you to Kasnia or Tarazistan with a black ops team". Lois put her head on one side and asked "Why are you looking at me like that? Just because my father is a General doesn't mean I approve everything our government does".
I confessed "It was Dad's nightmare since I came to their life. Black suits capturing me and dissecting like a frog".
"Then it's a good thing that your skin is bulletproof, Smallville," Lois punched me on the shoulder. "Ah, there's one more possibility. You could have been a cyborg. And we all know what happens to cyborgs in the movies. Either your creators try to put programming in your brains, as if you are just a walking notebook, or your male parts aren't in working order". She shot me a curious look, with sparks of mischief in her hazel eyes. "By the way, I almost forgot to ask…"
"Lo-is!" Damn, I'm blushing! "I'm not going to answer THIS question!"
Lois replied innocently, "Fine, I'll just ask Chloe. She seems to know all sorts of things about you". She added with a smile. "Now you see? It's not so bad to be alien".
"I prefer the term "intergalactic traveler".
"Why? 'Alien' is shorter".
"Aliens are associated with invasions, kidnapping people and the other non-friendly stuff, thanks to B-rated movies".
Lois said with extreme seriousness "Well, it's only fair to warn you, Smallville. If you are not planning to conquer Earth and force everybody to wear plaid, I'd find a way to stop you".
Suddenly she glanced at the watch and said, "Clarkie, I need a favor".
Lois was up to something. I could feel it.
"There's one place in Metropolis I must visit today, and," she glanced at the watch again, "I'm always out of time. Can you..?"
That's all?
I smiled in relief, "You want to use Clark Express again? I thought you didn't like it".
I set Lois down on the ground in the dark alley not far from Centennial Park.
I explained, "It's easier to run on superspeed in Smallville. There's much less chances to blow the cover than in big city".
"I understand. Now let's hurry; we have only five minutes left".
We only needed three minutes to reach an apartment Lois was looking for. The door wasn't locked. I entered the apartment after Lois… and stopped short, looking at dumbfounded faces of Oliver, Bart, Victor and AC.
"Lois? What's going on?"
"It's called "big surprise", Smallville," she looked at Oliver victoriously. "See? I promised you, Clark is going to be here in time? Well, there he is!"
I'm so dead…
I was sure Oliver thinking the same thing.
(Next chapter – Oliver's POV)