A/N:Ok an idea has struck me, yet again, while reading some spoilers and this is what I came up with. I don't know how far I'm gonna go with this story, just basically playing it by the ideas I have for it, already three chaps in mind, but we'll see.
Spoiler Warning: Yea, spoilers for the fact that it's revealed that there's going to be a triangulation of interest, love, relationship whatever between Clark, Lois and the Red, Blue, Blur and also the fact that the friendship between Clark and Chloe will become a little rocky. So this fic is my take on that.
Rating: "T" for language, violence.
Summary: Sometime in Season 9, Lois is already back from wherever she disappears off to in the future and with raised suspicion the people and the media start to showcase about the Red-Blue-Blur, Lois is contacted with the proposition from the RBB himself to write a few words to ease the rising panic. Lois spending close time with both guys is torn between her feelings for Clark and those of the Red-Blue-Blur as they face an impostor who is trying to make the RBB seem like the enemy in the public view.
Disclaimer:I OWN.....Nada....but maybe one day ;) lol
What is he, exactly?....Are we correct in assuming him as friend when really he's our foe?....This is Nancy Bellinski and you are watching "Metropolis Topic"....
Lois' hazel-gems roll heavenward, a breath escaping in a huff from between pursed lips at the dramatic sound reel that played with the opening credits. As different views and angles of the blond-headed, heavily made-up anchor woman; dark-black eye liner and bright red lips, flashes across the screen. Everyone was in a stand-still around the bull-pen watching the small, boxed tv mounted in the corner of the room.
The Red-Blue-Blur, a mouthful....yes...but is he really deserving of the title, 'Metropolis' Saint'? Or are we dealing with a wolf in sheep clothings and a man with alterior motives?....
"Give the guy a break." Lois mumbled, teeth biting small indents into a pencil, anything was better then ruining another manicure.
What do we really know about this Red-Blue-Blur?.....He's fast, from some eyewitness, they go as far as saying he becomes nothing but a blur when he 'speeds' away....
She could feel her eyes close in annoyance as a smirk etched her lips. "Duh, how do you think I got the name?"
He's strong, able to throw bad guys yards away with a single toss.....and he helps people.......But why?
Lois could hear a snap, like a dry twig breaking, inside her head as she slammed down her palm against her desk.
"Why?" She mocked in frustration at the tv as a close up of the anchor's face grew bigger on the screen with a mystery theme style music; a climatic effect to drive home the point of 'should he be trusted?'
"There seriously has to be reasons now for a person to help anyone?"
Her eyes darted around as the focus turned on her and she didn't know when she was suddenly on her feet, hand in a fist and balled at the screen in anger. The heat flooding her cheeks didn't help the matter any better and she cleared her throat as she placed herself back into her chair awkwardly. Eyes were soon glued back to the tv in anticipation of where this bold journalist was going with this story and what secrets she had to unveil.
Super-powered men, strange abilities, a thing of myths and legends or a story straight off the cover of any sleazy tabloid--real and running the streets of Metrobolis. Should we be scared?
Lois rolled her eyes. The lady was now on the streets, mic in hand as she talked with a woman holding a child.
You've witnessed this Red-Blue-Blur first hand? Tell me, how was he?
Like an angel! Our house caught on fire and he rescued my son trapped in his bedroom and with...wi-with his breath, he blew out all of the flames!
Amazing! This Red-Blue-Blur sounds like an upstanding guy--But is he, really? Why doesn't he speak to us? What's with hiding his face? And to help us, is that what he really wants?
"You've got to be kidding me."
"What? Did Mitch spill another cup of coffee on someone?" Clark asked appearing from nowhere as usual and stopped next to Lois' chair.
Lois looked up at him, snatching away his five sugar, no cream-coffee before he could get his first sip and claiming it as her own. "No....but give it time."
"You're welcome." Clark said looking down at his empty hand and toward his claimed drink as a widely smiling brunette stared at him. "What's going on?"
"The RBB is getting smashed again by the media, what else is new?" Lois gave a casual shrug as she pointed to the tv and took a sip from Clark's coffee.
"RBB?" Clark's face one Lois knew that said farmboy didn't have a clue.
"Red-Blue-Blur." Lois explained in a voice that sounded as if she was speaking to a child and made his face go into a sour expression. "Try to keep up, Smallville."
Clark bumped her shoulder with his hip as she tried to take another sip and glarred up at him when the warm liquid splached some against her lips.
"Turn it up, Mack!" Clark called across the room ignoring the hazel death-glare and was entranced with everyone else on the report as the sound level from the tv rose.
Yes, this Red-Blue-Blur has done some heroic feats but the people's worries still scream loud and clear. Who are you and what do you want?
Clark chuckled a bit at the sneer that crossed Lois' lips and a man came, head view, onto the screen a mic held in his face.
He pretends to be our friend bu-but...what if it's all a ploy?
A ploy?
Yea, you know to see how we live....what our weaknesses are. He's only acting like he cares until the time is right...you see...then BAM!.....he attacks. Maybe there's even more then one of them.
Are you trying to say like an invasion? An alien invasion?
Yea, yea, that's it! Someone with those types of, what you call it, powers? It ain't natural...he just can't be human....
Clark pulled at his tight tie, suddenly it had turned into a boa constrictor and doing just that, cutting off the flow of air to his lungs. Nervous, to anyone who was looking that's what they would have seen in his expression. Lucky for him everyone was glued to the screen, even the most perceptively-blind woman next to him was chewing out the anchor woman in her mind and not paying him much attention.
"Oh, come on, he so has actor written all over him!" Lois exasperated, a piece of crumbled paper flying from her hand and bouncing off Bellinski's face on the tv.
Clark reached out stilling her hand as she was about to take another shot at the tv, giving an uneasy laugh at her grumblings, trying to keep up with the facade that the news he was hearing wasn't having a 'special' affect on him. Since, he was the Red-Blue-Blur, he was the one being grilled out for all of Metropolis to see...and looking like the bad guy by the second.
From saving kitties out of trees for little old ladies to causing mass confusion and mistrust among a city....White Knight or Upcoming Dictator?.....There is only one last thing to say....
Everyone waited on their toes to hear what her last words would be, a bomb going off in the middle of the bull pen wouldn't have moved them as they stayed frozen in place, mouth open and heads raised to the wall television in anticipation. Only one woman wasn't too enthralled by what this anchor had to say but with twisted lips and a set glare, she watched.
Red-Blue-Blur hopefully you've had heard what we the people of Metropolis had to say....But what is it that you have to tell us? This is Nancy Bellinski. Thanks for joining us on this edition of 'Metropolis Topic. Have a nice night....
The screen goes black as the new Chief Editor unplugs the tv wire from the wall socket. "Nice to see the piles of headlines rushing to my desk for approval!"
Lois rolled her eyes at the sarcasm dripping from the man's voice as everyone scattered to get back to work and the noisy rush of the bull pen returned to its normal chaotic atomosphere. Phones rang, keyboards gave off a merciless beat from the drum of fingertips as voices raised with business.
"If you want to watch television go home, and stay there because here ladies and gentlemen we make the news, not watch it!"
"Ever charming." Lois quipped at the new editor, a sneaky grin pulling at the corners of her mouth
"Watch it, Lane, I'm still waiting for that news article on that bank robbery..." He retorted the sarcastic look on his face making her want to rebel even more, but lucky for Lois, she had her own walking censor and the warning cough Clark gave was enough to quell her tongue.
"....and I want it on my desk like yesterday."
Lois placed her hand over her right eye and gave a fake salute as he rolled his eyes and left the bull pen. "Yes, sir."
"She's right." Clark sighed as he leaned against her corner of the desk, his hand combing back his thick locks.
Lois cracked her fingers out in front of her before placing them in the appropriate position over the keys. "Who is?"
"That anchor woman, what's her name? Nancy Bellinski? She's right." Clark nodded his head toward the tv she was featured on moments ago.
"Not you too?" Lois groaned in disgust, more like whined out but he kept his chuckle and that piece of info to himself. "Look, I'll admit it would probably ease a great many minds around this city if the RBB gave us a crumb to nimble on."
"But..." Clark started for her, knowing there was going to be one and smiled widely at the droped face she sported to him. Whatever the expression she tended to direct his way he enjoyed the view either way, especially from his perch and nearness. The rays from the beam of sunlight always gave her hair that warm look, like melted chocolate and the tint to her skin always made her glow.
He scrunched his brows, not knowing when just the sight of Lois could make him so happy, but if anything, knowing nothing else compared to this feeling that crept upon him more and more with each new day.
"But....Mr Smarty...." Lois bit out playfully, snapping him from the far, far away look in his blues. "It's his business."
"Just like that?" Clark questioned with extreme interest and curiosity. After all, he was the said subject, unbeknowest to her. "You're not even remotely curious about what he has to say? About what his reply would be to her questions.....to everyone's question?"
Lois laughed, sliding back into her seat with arms wrapped around her stomach. "I'm a Journalist, Smallville, what do you think?"
Clark leaned his hand on her desk, crowding her space and the front of her computer screen as he gave her a sly look. "So, it's about who gets the story first or is it that you want him to only speak to you?"
Lois placed her hand on the side of his face and pushed him away as she continued with her typing. "Only partly correct there, grasshopper."
He twisted his lips at her smugged smile and imitation of an Asian voice and mumbled only loud enough to hear. "Liar."
As if she had super-hearing too, but really just knowing him well enough, she glared her hazels at him as if she really heard. "Though it would be nice if I was the only one to be entrusted with his secrets I'm not egotistic enough to think I"m the only one in the guy's life, but what he reveals shouldn't be because he's pressed into doing it, but because he has enough trust in us to tell his story."
Clark's charming, unsure smile broke over his lips as he only half-teased. "So, you don't believe he's here to stake us out for some alien invasion?"
"God, no." Lois smirked and raised her shoulders in a shrug. "Call me a little too trusting, but if I believe anything about him, maybe he is staking us out..."
He gave her the look she knew that told her to continue, it was scary how much she could read him and even scarier that he could do the same with her.
"Stacking us out because we're the ones who have to prove something....Prove that we are trustworthy enough to handle such secrets."
Clark thought over her words, churning it over as his brows creased deeply and his head nodded as if it helped him to think even clearer. A smile lit over his lips because as much as he could really never tell her because he would give himself away of who he really was, she was absolutely right. And with her words, he knew if there was anyone in the near future he could add to the circle of knowing his secret...it would be Lois...and there would be no fear of how she would take it.
Lois smiled victoriously, the edge of her pencil tucked between her teeth before she pointed it at him. "I know that look."
"You don't, Lois, I'm not an open book." Clark teased, his grin a little too flirtatious as it had become more recently along with the subtle touches, unknown to her, maybe, came so readily with each day.
She placed her hand on his forearm and he swore his heartbeat spiked a notch in speed and shook the though away as he became entransed by her cocky smile.
"It's the look you always get when you finally realize that after my little lectures I'm right...always" She shrugged and laughed at the raised brow he gave her.
Clark leaned over toward her ear and spoke in a low voice. "Sometimes."
Lois actually shivered, felt the chills that ran down her spine and back up again. She swallowed hard and was glad no one could hear the rebellious race of her heart but shook her head at herself to clear it away.
"Whatever, I am."
Clark chuckled to himself and pushed up and off her desk, she followed in her chair as if magnetized to the movement of his body or feeling the loss physically and couldn't take the separation....the distance between them. But that just wasn't it, Clark was sure of it. Was that a pout hidden on her face? Nah, that really couldn't be.
"Where you going?" Lois asked, trying not to look like she really cared.
Clark smiled and nodded to his once upon a time cup of coffee. "Unlike someone I didn't get my caffeine fix for the day."
A cup of scorching hot cup of Joe wasn't the only reason he had for dissapearing....but she didn't need to know that. She'd find out soon enough, anyway.....Well, sorta.
She gave a sheepish grin, her cheeks tinting just slightly. "Right.....it was good."
"Glad my coffee met the Lane approval." Clark called over his shoulder as he made his departure.
"Grab me another cup!" Lois called after him, if she were to be honest with herself, she hated when he had to leave, especially when all she wanted to do was listen to his voice.
"Will do!"
Lois smiled to herself, hearing his voice one last time and then nibbled on her bottom lip at how close she was coming to realize her little problem with certain feelings weren't dissapearing or becoming forgotten as she said to him they should do. Damn it! If anything they were growing...
She quickly swivelled around to her computer to banish the sore line of her thoughts. "Keep your head into the game, stay distracted and certain thoughts will stay away."
Lois jumped, grabbing her hand to her chest where the cavity of her heart pounded away furiously as the angry buzz of her vibrating phone clattered against the top of her desk.
"What the he-" She read the name on the text and gritted out between her teeth. "Smallville."
From: Clark
Lo.....Ummm....Can you check my desk for
my cell phone? I think I lost it.....Ummm..
I can't find it anywhere....
Received:
Fri, Aug 7 11:20 am
"Uhhh..." Lois groaned in her throat and pushed up from her seat. "How many times must I tell him, buy a damn phone case, Clarkie!"
She walked to his side of the desk in front of her own, moving neatly stacked papers and organized stationary, a complete contrast to her own and only giving a brushed-off shrug to the slight disturbance of air though a window wasn't open and a fan wasn't presently on. She even pulled out his drawers, smiled at the framed list of 'Lois' rules of reporting' before shutting it back to its proper place but coming up just as empty handed as she checked the other drawers.
Clark came back whisteling, holding two cups of special ordered coffees as Lois' hazels slitted into a scrutinizing glare. "Wait a minute."
"What? Don't tell me you wanted something else?" Clark huffs dramatically with an even more dramatic roll from his eyes. "Lois, I really wish you would tell me before I leave."
"No, Slick-Rick." Lois quipped, snatching her cup of coffee from his hand and sizing him up even more with her eyes. "How did you text me if you couldn't find your phone?"
"Ummm....Umm..." Clark stuttered nervously as his head followed her movement around his body as she leaned around his torso to his side and fished out his phone from his dress-jacket pocket, pulling out said lost cell phone. "....I got another one."
"Really, since when?" She challenged, her grin just a little too beautiful to him, more then what she was even aware of and he pulled at his jacket collar.
Not because he was nervous about getting caught in a lie but because she was so close to him and smiling like the cat's meow and all it's glory and what could he say? Her face lit up with her smiles and a man would have to be blind not to see how breath-takingly beautiful she was.
"Since....Since....I got one." He retorted snatching back his phone from her fingers and couldn't help the smile that broke over his own lips at the sound of her laughing voice.
He knew, she knew he was lying but he wasn't going to admit either case to her and he played his eyes as if noticing something taped to her screen, knowing fully well what it was and that it was there. Him being the one to tape the concealed envelope there onto her computer.
Lois' brows furrowed and she followed the direction of his gaze and turned around to see an envelope taped to her computer screen. Her name in an intricate script on the front of the envelope, the words like flowing water and as loud as crashing waves as it seemed to call out to her....call out her name.
"Secret admire?" Clark teased as he watched her go over and pull the note from the computer.
"Why? Jealous?" She spoke as if far away her mind too far gone in what she was doing that she didn't even raise a brow to his dismissing pft. A sound she teased him about countless times, that girls made and not guys.
Jealous? What did he have to be jealous about, he was the one to leave the note in the first place. Well, technically the Red-Blue-Blur, but, come on! He was the Red-Blue-Blur what did he have to be jealous about himself? Was that even possible?
She peeled the envelope back like it was the holy grail or something. She just knew it had to be from the RBB, the out of place wind was really him she felt moments ago and having this letter here was proof. He made contact with her again. About time! No, she had to be grateful, out of all the reporters in Metropolis she was the lucky one to nab his attention. Why?
Lois shook her head she didn't need the 'Why?' right now she just needed to get the damn thing opened and to see what it said.
"Whose it from?" Clark acted impatient as he watched her face change from curiosity to a full bloom smile and not knowing if he liked it or not. The fact that the other part of himself, the Red-Blue-Blur was the cause of creating that wide grin now occupying her expression as her eyes ran over the words on the note was burning him up.
Lois,
You said if I ever wanted to chat....you were only a phone call away.....
I'm ready to talk...tonight.
A Friend, RBB
"An Exclusive source!" Lois squealed giddily and if she could she would have jumped on top of her desk and broke out in a dance and song number.
"I can tell, you're practically dancing on top of the desk with joy." Clark teased, coming close to what exactly she wanted to do.
"Don't be silly." Lois dismissed, rubbing her hands down the front of her skirt as she tried to appear casual and collected not at all what she was feeling inside; a Macy's Day Parade and fireworks were currently sparking through her body. "I never loose my head, if anything, I'm always in control."
"Right." He said knowingly and tried to tip the note down to take a peak. "So, who is this source?"
"Ah, Ah, Ah, Smallville." Lois waved the letter away from his, she couldn't help it she was still giddy and high on it. "Rule twenty-seven, a reporter never gives away their Exclusive source."
"I have a feeling you're just making these rules up as you go." Clark deadpanned with a teasing-dropped face but his lips gave him away because he couldn't erase his smile, he just couldn't stop it when he was around her.
"And I'll kill you if you tell anyone." Lois chirped out in a sing-song voice, laughing, and Clark really felt the head rear of something green-eyed and felt closely like jealousy....but, no, that just couldn't be it. It wasn't possible to be jealous at yourself....that was just crazy!
So, why was his stomach and knots because her face looked like it would burst sunshine if she grinned any harder at the note in her finger tips?
Clark cleared his throat roughly before he could confuse and knot himself up any farther. "We still on for lunch, I was wondering we could try that new little Bistro downtown?"
Lois looked up at him and blinked as if seeing him standing there for the first time and realizing who she was, where and with who as other thoughts were allowed to process and not the fact that the Red-Blue-Blur wanted to speak to her....tonight!
"What?" Lois asked in a puzzled voice as a dumb expression crossed over her face.
"You, me...." Clark clarify, pointing to her then to himself. "....lunch. You know food?"
"Oh, yea!" Lois exclaimed as she snapped to. "Change of plans, Smallville, I have to get ready for my Exclusive source, tonight."
"Wait, tonight?" Clark asked, acting ignorant about the time. "I'm asking about lunch, now, can't you get ready for your source afterwards?"
"No." Lois quickly stated and smiled weakly at the rush of her speech. "Because there are lots of things I have to do to get ready...like..."
Choose what the hell I'm going to wear! If I should wear my hear up or down? And if I can gather Chloe up long enough to help me out? I wonder how she's doing....gives me an excuse to have girl talk with her too...
Lois nibbled on her lips at the thoughts that ran in her head as another part of her brain was trying to make up a believable enough excuse. "...write down notes and questions I-the public are curious to know about him."
Clark rolled his eyes at the slip of her tongue and realized he definitely crossed that border from anger to being just plain pissed-off! He knew she would be excited about the Red-Blue-Blur wanting to talk with her finally, but to cancel on their lunch date--not technically a date...just their usual outing together--for her meeting that wasn't going to happen until hours later was making him boil!
She cancelled on him to basically see him later that night, though she didn't know it. Ok, things just gone from strange to this is the weirdest crap I ever dealt with in my life! And I'm a freaken alien from another planet, go figure!
"Rain-check?" Lois asked innocently with raised shoulders, looking too sweet for her own good and Clark was powerless but to give in with a reluctant nod from his head.
"Thanks, you're the best!" Lois said with a wide grin and snatched up purse and coat to quickly catch a descending elevator from the Daily Planet.
Clark sighed heavily and leaned back against her desk as his hands slipped into his dress-pants pockets, watching her leave. "I'm not feeling like the best."
He watched her descend all the way down with his x-ray vision not wanting her to be gone from his sight just yet, before returning his vision back to normal and making sure no one was watching him as he found a secluded spot. He whooshed away in a torrent of wind and color, Lois wasn't the only one who needed to prepare for tonight's meeting.
To Be Continued....
A/N: Stares intimidatingly at readers.....You know what I want, REVIEW!!! Please...THANK YOU!!! :)