Obsessed Chapter 5

Title:    Obsessed
Rating:    PG
Author:    SilverSnikle
Pairing:    Clois - Clark & Lois
Timeline:   Season 9
Warnings:   Season 9 spoilers
Disclaimer:   Borrowed characters and some dialogue... No affiliation to CW/WB, DC
Summary:   Lois never went to the future. Since The Blur cut off communication, she's has a new obsession.
Feedback:   Oh, yes please!


----------------------------------------

Lois settled into her desk chair and scooted it up tight to her desk. She had only been gone for a day, yet her work email was overflowing. Not to mention, she had stacks of snail mail to sort through on top of that. She didn't waste any time digging in to the pile.


"Oh Earth to Lois. It's like you've been on another planet for the last fifteen minutes." Lois looked around her computer monitor to see Clark smiling back at her. When did he get here? She raised an eyebrow.

"Easy, Armstrong. This space case is buried in research. I've got like two weeks' worth of work to catch up on." She pulled out another envelope, ripping it open and yanking out its contents.

"It was sort of a last-minute vacation, wasn't it?" Lois was tempted to lean over and look – no, glare - at him, but there was no need. She could see the smug smile sure to be gracing his lips clearly enough in her mind.

"Yeah, well, I've got a pretty tightly wound bolt reflex." Crap. She didn't mean to be such an open book. When did she start spewing at the mouth?

"Is this about what happened? Are you turning red?" Lois was staring at the papers in her hand, but she could see Clark had stood up and was leaning over his desk, examining her. She wanted to melt into a puddle of goo and slither away, but she wasn't about to let him know that. And when did Clark become so, so forward?

"Believe it or not, my eject-seat malfunction ... Wasn't totally about you." That ought to fix him, put him back in his place. I hope.

"We should talk about it." But Lois noticed he was sinking back down into his seat. He obviously wasn't pushing to have that conversation right this minute. Thank you Lord!

"When I want to talk about it, I'll send up a smoke signal." She stacked the papers neatly on her desk and opened up her first email. Ten minutes later Lois realized she hadn't even gotten herself the first cup coffee. As she pushed her chair away from the desk, getting ready to go fill her cup, she noticed her cup had steam rising from it. She scooted her chair back in and picked up the full cup. She hadn't even seen him pick it up, let alone put it back down. Lois leaned over and glanced at Clark.

He was typing away furiously, seemingly clueless that she was staring at him. Lois shrugged and took a sip. Oh yeah. Leave it to Smallville to make her coffee exactly right.

A 'ding' from her coat snapped her out of the daze she'd fallen into. She slid her phone out of the pocket and flipped it over to see the screen. Ooh, a new save! Lois waited for the image to load, and then she frowned. It was a video. But what she was seeing made her heart stop.

It was a giant wooden crate being opened to reveal men inside with what was obviously drugs. The caption underneath read: "The Blur's Big Catch, Undercover Cops?"

"Hey, Clark. You have to see this!" Lois summoned him with her head. She played the video through again before he made it around the desk to her side. She handed the phone to him silently, what could she say?

/

Clark choked on the bit of doughnut he'd been attempting to swallow. What the... He clicked the little replay button and pulled the phone closer to his face. He had not wrapped up this present.

"First, The Blur doesn't call for weeks, and now he's over-nighting our boys in blue? Of course, he's probably tail-spinning into the stratosphere because he doesn't have his go-to girl to keep him grounded." Clark almost spat out the doughnut. He hadn't expected Lois to believe this was The Blur's handy work so easily. If Lois thought he could have done this, no one would believe differently. Ugh

"There's no way the botched save is the work of The Blur. It's not his M.O." He handed Lois back her phone, shaking his head in honest disbelief.

"I'll admit sugar-coating isn't exactly his style, but the 20-story calling card was unmistakable. I never thought I'd say this, but I'm beginning to lose faith in our resident hero." No. No, no, no!

Clark hadn't noticed their editor listening in, "You're breaking my heart, Lane. I need a feature on The Blur's questionable tactics by the end of the day."

Clark was dumbfounded. People flip fast. The Blur is a hero. "You don't really think this is big news, do you?" He put on his best skeptic mask. He really hated defending himself, it always felt so self-serving. This, though, was bad. The Blur was going to need Clark Kent's help to get out of this one.

Their editor's voice broke Clark out of his mental rambling, "Turns out Adrian Pope, the organized crime boss, is still on the street because of The Blur's blunder. The DA's out for blood." Clark wanted to scream, though you wouldn't know it from the blank expression in his face. He had to figure out who had tied the big pretty bow. And try very hard not to strangle them when he did.

The editor turned, and walked out of the bullpen. Clark turned to Lois, who already had her jacket on, and frowned.

"Listen, just see this as an opportunity to investigate both sides of the story."

Lois raised an eyebrow at him and scoffed, "Well, that would require a certain super-someone to actually find five minutes to give me a call."

Clark wanted so badly to defend himself. Talking to Lois as The Blur had been a mistake, she had almost gotten killed. He couldn't let anything happen to her because of him, he'd never be able to live with himself. Before he could think of something else to say - some other way to get Lois to see The Blur's side of the situation - she was gone.

/

"I can't believe she's not picking up." Clark was talking to himself more than anything.


"You freeze the girl out, she's gonna give you a cold shoulder. Hero or not." He turned to face Chloe. Why does she have to be so blunt? He really needed to talk to Lois, as The Blur. He couldn't do that if she didn't answer her darned phone. He knew she had it with her. It's her lifeline. She couldn't go five minutes without looking for some sort of update. Knowing her obsession with Blur related news just added to his current confusion. Wouldn't she prefer to have a conversation with him, as opposed to seeing some photos an amateur had taken on the street after one of his saves?

Evidently not.

He remembered what she had told him recently, something about how 'Most people don't see the deeper story, or the whole truth, to the things they post online.' He needed to remind her of that. Chloe was saying something, but he wasn't really listening. The words blog, twitter, and Facebook made him frown. Why does everyone want to be so exposed?


"Why would somebody go through so much trouble to discredit me?" He hated how he seemed to stay confused these days, heck, he'd always spent the majority of his time confused. It must be a Human/Kryptonian disconnect. You'd think being raised on this planet would have helped, obviously not.


Chloe was smiling ear to ear. What is up with that? He frowned deeper. This situation is anything but comical.


"Now, here's the hitch. I think he's actually trying to help you. I discovered five messy, but successful, saves obviously not done by you." Clark wanted to super speed his head into a lead wall. Doesn't he have enough going on with the whole Lois situation? She just got back. Could he not have a simple laid back day, so he could work on getting her to open up to him? Of course not!


"They need to be stopped." His own voice surprised him, he hadn't meant to say that out loud. He raised an eyebrow, as Chloe crossed her arms, and added, "Before someone gets hurt." The look she was giving him confused him further. She couldn't seriously think he was jealous. Oliver was out there saving people, and Clark wasn't jealous of him. Well, not jealous of him making saves. Lately, though, he had been sensing he might be losing his best friend to the blonde in green leather. Chloe had been the one constant thing in his life since high school, he wasn't sure he was ready to share her with another "Keeper of the Peace.”


Before Chloe could say anything else, he jetted. He already had too much on his plate today to be worrying about his and Chloe's friendship. That would have to wait for a slower news day.

/

Lois was waiting for Clark. It had been one heck of a crazy day. First, she had almost lost her faith in The Blur over a huge misunderstanding. Then, she had, mistakenly, discovered Clark was The Blur. But that 'discovery' had been proved incorrect when The Blur had called a her on a payphone, after saving her from a one hundred story swan-dive, while Clark stood by her side. I am losing it.

All things considered, it could have been worse. Much worse. The Blur could have been mad about her “tell-all-to-the-world” moment, or she could have been a sidewalk pancake. Thankfully, he was an even better person than she could have known.

Her phone beeped and she looked down at it, lying on her desk. She picked it up and slid into her pocket. Whatever the new update was, it could wait.

Right now, she had a “date” with Smallville in the copy room. Not really a date in the traditional sense, but she wasn't one to complain. She smiled to herself, maybe Clark had a kinky side after all. She giggled at the thought, knowing it wasn't true. He was nothing, if not a stand up guy. Clark probably just wanted her to show him how to work some piece of tech in there. But a girl can dream.

“Okay, Lois.” His voice behind her made her jump. When she had gotten to the copy room, Clark had made her turn away from him. She still couldn't get past how much The Blur had sounded like Clark. Then again, people always sound different over the phone. Besides, she knew better, now. “You ready?”

The obvious nerves in his voice made her giddy. He was just too darn adorable, all nerd-chic. She rolled her eyes at herself before turning to face him.

“Let's do this.”

/

Clark had his back to Lois. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly. She was a smart woman, and they had gotten close over the years, enough so that she could read him about as well as Chloe. It wasn't necessarily a bad thing, except for the fact that he couldn't tell her the truth about him. Which meant he had to come up with some other thing he might be trying to hide from her. The idea had at first made him laugh, and then cringe. Ultimately, he had known it would work. So here he was in the copy room, back to Lois, pulling a pair of reading glasses out of his pocket.

<Previous - Next>