Confession Time

Disclaimer: I own nothing to do with Smallville, Superman, the characters or storylines. This is just a "for fun" piece of fiction to go with the show that I love.

Summary: I felt like we missed out on an important conversation between Lois and Clark after Isis and before Harvest. This is my idea of one possible way that conversation (or conversations) would go. Two parter with spoilers for Isis and Harvest.

A/N: This is my first posting on . I'm not new to the fanfiction world but this is my first posting here and my first for Smallville. I've written several pieces for Roswell which, if you're interested, let me know and I'll give you a link. Reviews, comments, and observations are welcomed and appreciated!

Chapter 1

At the Daily Planet…

Clark gazed up lovingly into Lois' eyes. That was certainly not the response he had been expecting when he finally told her he was the Blur. Anger, hurt, surprise, confusion…those emotions he had expected. Elation and well, a lack of surprise threw him for a loop…that and the mind-blowing kiss when she leapt into his arms. Then she smiled down at him and asked, "What took you so long?"

Now it was his turn to be confused. Then comprehension kicked in and his face showed his surprise and questions. "What?" he asked. Her smile was somewhat sheepish, anxious and a proud smirk all in one. "You…" he started to say that she knew and ask her how, but she put a finger over his lips and continued to smile down at him, giving him another deep kiss. His questioning look remained when she sat up, although it was a little more accepting.

Shaking her head slightly, she bit the corner of her lower lip. "Not here. It's enough for now that you told me. We should talk the rest out somewhere more…" she glanced around the floor that served as a storage room, "More private." At his answering smile, she got up off of him and arched an eyebrow at him, "And don't think that means I'm going to let this conversation be delayed too long. We have some serious confessions to get out in the open."

Clark's smile turned into a grin and he got up, brushing off the debris from when they hit the floor. Just as he was about to agree with her, the elevator bell dinged and Roger, one of the interns, stepped off, stopping short at the sight of the two of them looking a little guilty and everything scattered around them. Lois straightened her hair and Clark straightened his tie and Roger gave them a knowing grin. "Lois, Clark, what happened up here? Bomb go off? Tornado?" he teased.

Giving a nervous laugh, Lois flashed him a bright smile. "Clark was just fixing up my hand where Cat stabbed a pen into it and I lost my balance, tripped over one of these boxes and when Clark tried to catch me, we both fell into this pile of files and boxes…and what is all this junk?" she rattled off in one big breath.

Clark mentally told Lois to breathe, and Roger got a look of concern and disbelief on his face. "Cat stabbed you with a pen?" Then he looked to where Lois was pointing. "I think a lot of that stuff was to be sorted for trash or shredding. I'm sorry you fell over it, Lois. Are you both ok?" he asked.

Before Lois could start ranting and raving over the mess to cover over their embarrassment, Clark took hold of her arm and pulled her toward the elevator. Flashing a reassuring smile at Roger, he nodded. "We're fine, but someone should get this floor sorted and cleaned up. Maybe you could check into whoever is supposed to take care of that stuff." He pushed the button and the doors opened. Just as Lois opened her mouth to add something, he pulled her into the elevator and pushed the button for the ground floor.

The silence was a little uncomfortable, neither knowing where to begin or what to say or do next. Lois' eyes darted around the elevator and every time hers met Clark's, they would exchange a nervous smile. Finally, they both turned to each other and started to say something at the same time, but the doors dinged open again and after a little nervous chuckle, they exited.

"So," they both began and smiling, Lois told him to go ahead. "So, we should talk," Clark said, nodding. He looked at the clock on the wall. "It's a little early but how about lunch?"

Shrugging and clasping her hands somewhat nervously but gingerly, Lois bit her lower lip and smiled brightly. "Sure, sounds great! Let me just grab my purse." She motioned towards her desk and he nodded, their eyes not breaking contact for several moments. Did it just jump a couple of degrees in there?

Moving quickly over to her desk, Lois opened the bottom drawer and pulled out her purse. Slinging it over her shoulder, she slammed the drawer shut and hustled over to where Clark was waiting for her. "Ready!" she announced brightly.

Just as he took her non-bandaged hand and they started for the exit, however, a low female voice said, "And where are you two off to?"

They turned to find Tess standing there with one eyebrow arched and her head tilted slightly, waiting for an answer. After exchanging a look, Clark stepped forward. "We thought we'd catch an early lunch."

Tess' eyes shot to the wall clock and back to them, her head tilting a little more. "At 10:30?" When neither spoke right away and just looked at each other, she shifted her attention to Lois. "Lois, I need to see you in my office regarding an incident that was reported to me."

Lois' eyebrows shot up and she grimaced. "Now?"

"Now, please," Tess said, her tone booking no argument. When Clark started to follow them, not letting go of Lois' hand, she looked at him pointedly. "Mr. Kent, I don't believe you need to come with us. Miss Lane is a big girl and can handle herself."

Giving them both a sheepish smile, he reluctantly let go of Lois' hand and murmured, "Of course. I'll just get back to that file I was working on."

Tess led the way to her office and told Lois to close the door behind her as she entered. When she turned around, it was to find Cat Grant already standing in front of the desk. Tess took a seat and looked up at the two women, holding up a hand before either of them could say a word. She took in the fact that they were glaring at each other and Lois subconsciously rubbed her sore hand.

"Now, someone saw you," Tess said, pointing at Lois, "try to take a swing at you," she pointed at Cat. "Since I'm not in the habit of letting my employees assault each other, why don't we get to the bottom of this? Lois?" She raised her eyebrow at her yet again and Lois took a deep breath.

"Cat had some crazy idea that I was the Blur in her head, ran up to me and stabbed me with a pen! I admit that I shouldn't have tried to hit her but considering that she maimed me, I have to plead reflex," Lois stated succinctly.

"That's her version of the story! I saw it with my own eyes…she is the Blur! I know what I saw and that insane story she tried to hand me is obviously just ridiculous. No one would believe it!" Cat exclaimed, her face reddening a little at Tess' unwavering study of her.

"I see," Tess said. Her eyes darted to Lois' left hand that was sporting the bandage before turning back to Cat. "Let me see if I have this straight. After our last conversation in which you were sure Lois was the Blur and guaranteed me that you would 'bring down this hero menace once and for all,' do you have any proof to corroborate your story? Any evidence that will verify your hypothesis?"

Cat flushed. "I had pictures, but my phone broke. But I saw…!"

Tess cut her off. "I need concrete proof of your accusations, Ms. Grant, something we can print. Did you, in fact, stab Miss Lane in the hand with a pen?"

Feeling like she was facing her parents or the principal in grade school after getting caught cheating on a test, Cat turned scarlet. Clearing her throat, she took a deep breath. "Well, yes, but…"

Tess turned her penetrating gaze to Lois and gave her a half smile that did not reach her eyes, effectively cutting off whatever Cat was going to say. "Miss Lane, I apologize for the behavior of your fellow reporter. I can assure you that she won't bother you again. Please stop by HR and report the incident and they will direct you about how to go about getting medical attention and the documentation you will need to be reimbursed with worker's compensation. You may have the rest of the day off. Please close the door on your way out." Her gaze focused back on Cat Grant. "Ms. Grant and I need to have privacy for the rest of our conversation."

Lois felt a twinge of pity for the young blonde woman, but it passed when she accidently hit her injured hand on the corner of the desk as she turned to leave. Just before she closed the door, she stuck her head back in. "Oh, and Ms. Mercer, I don't think I'll be able to drive myself around with this injured hand. Can Clark have the day off to take me to get my hand looked at?" she asked sweetly.

A fleeting glimpse of amusement flashed through Tess' eyes. "I suppose, if you're sure you can't drive yourself," she said with a small sigh.

Lois didn't wait for her to say anything else. She bolted from the office, slamming the door shut behind her and dashed around looking for Clark, who was on his computer, staring at the screen. "Come on, Smallville! We gotta move. Tess just gave me the go ahead for the rest of the day off and you too, but we should move fast in case she changes her mind."

She tugged on his hand and he allowed himself to be pulled out of his seat, quickly clicking his mouse to shut the computer off. "How did you manage that?" he asked surprised as she impatiently pulled on him and urged him to come on.

"Threat of a law suit hanging over her head, I'm sure," Lois said with an evil grin, flashing her wrapped hand at him. They moved to the exit and she stopped abruptly and he almost ran into her. "And if she asks, my hand was bad enough that you had to drive me around." She flashed another grin and turned around again.