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
stared at the package in her hands. This new package had shown up
without warning. Considering the story she was wrapped up in, who
could blame her for being a little wary of opening envelopes without
return addresses? It'll
be fine, just open it slowly Lois. She
slipped her finger inside the lip and pulled, ripping it open
carefully.
Inside
she found a stack of papers. Harmless
enough.
She scanned over them, her eyes narrowing. She had enough on her
plate already, but this was too much to set aside. Two murders, and a
huge cover-up story. She tapped her pen against her lips. Well, the
tower story was at a
standstill until she had her meeting with Tess later about running
it. So, she might as well get started on her
next headline. She glanced around the bull-pen wondering where Clark
was currently hiding.
She
knew the lack of them-time
had been partly her own doing, but she still missed him. Something
about having him by her side to bicker with lifted her spirits. She
shrugged and dug into the papers laid out on her desk. She had lots
to sort through. The anonymous source had sure done their homework,
now Lois just had the task verify everything.
A
few hours later she was standing outside a museum hoping the man who
owned it would be able to give her a quote for the article. All the
facts seemed golden and now she just needed to add life to the story,
a little pizazz. It was, after all, a few decades old.
She
knocked on the door and it slid open easily. With a raised eyebrow
she realized the door was already open. Deciding there must be
someone
inside, she placed
a careful foot in and stretched out her neck.
“Hello?”
She wondered if she should just walk on in. “Hello?”
/
Clark's
heart stopped. “Lois? What's she doing here? She shouldn't be in
the middle of this.”
He
thought she had been
busy on her own story. Then he mentally smacked himself because
obviously her story had led her
here. He couldn't quite make sense of that. What story would she be
looking into that would bring her here? He frowned.
Doctor
Fate turned to face him, “She is the key.”
Clark
was really getting tired of the cryptic dialogue. Whatever he meant,
Clark would have to wait to find out. Before Lois could decide to
come the rest of the way in, he sped out.
/
Lois
took a breath and pushed the door the rest of the way open, stepping
completely over the threshold.
“Hello?”
She kept her feet moving, but if she moved any slower she's be
frozen.
Careful
Lois, this is the part where the doomed girl runs into the guy with
the hockey mask.
She scoffed
at herself.
“Greetings.”
Lois
couldn't stop the shocked gasp that left her lips. Blood cold, heart
pounding, she turned,
not quite sure what she was expecting to see. Whatever she had
expected, it wasn't what she saw.
“What the...” She moved to her left, “What is this? Reverse
Halloween?”
The
guy in front of her was wearing an honest to goodness super-hero
costume, golden helmet included. “Nice helmet.”
He
tilted his head to the side as if studying her. “Thank you.”
That
almost made Lois laugh. That reply was so simple and human. The
complete opposite of what she was looking at. She focused her mind on
the task at hand. Maybe this was the guys she was looking for. “I
was looking for Carter Hall.”
“He's
not here.” Lois had her doubts about that. But,
okay.
She
tried again, “Apparently, he was part of a group of masked mystery
men that were railroaded out of business. I'm guessing you were one
of them.” Or
him?
The
masked man took a step toward her and she backed away, “I see your
fate, Lois Lane. You are the one he will need. He is the one you will
need.”
This
guy was sending her some weird vibes all of a sudden. If she was the
one Carter needed, then why didn't golden boy just tell her where to
find him. She wanted to voice as much, but for some reason all she
could produce was a simple, “What?”
“The
savior,”
her
masked friend was moving closer and closer, and Lois began backing
away,
“the
one who will heal us all. The sentient power.” All of a sudden,
Lois was back on the top step outside the door. She frowned as the
door shut in her face, and then she sighed.
“I
wonder if he does horoscopes.”
She
shook her head and headed back to the Planet.
/
Clark
wasn't proud of his no-nonsense attitude toward Tess, but lately she
hadn't given him much of a choice. He sat at his desk, scanning over
the folders Tess had been looking through at Lois's desk. The idea
that someone was leading Lois into this mess boiled his blood. He was
supposed to keep her safe, but how could be do that if others were
leading her straight into danger. What
is wrong with me?
Clark
knew better than to think that way. Lois Lane had never needed help
finding danger. It was one of the things that had irked him most
about her in the beginning of their friendship, and part of what made
her so alluring to him now.
“Clark
Kent.” Clark swallowed. He knew Lois's voice, and the tone she was
using now was a dangerous one. “And to think I was actually looking
forward to breakfast with the Daily Planet's mild-mannered no-show.”
She dropped a stack of papers onto her desk before placing her hands
there as well and leaning onto them.
Clark
looked her up and down as he stood from his seat, rounding their
desks to face her. “Late night? I heard you were working on some
kind of murder case.”
“Case-es.
Plural. And I've got my hands on a case full of classified intel.
Like,
double-super
classified.” She held up the files she had dropped a minute ago and
walked past him. He couldn't help but smile at her, letting it turn
into a sneer as she passed.
“Mind
if I take a look?” He followed her out the door.
“Usually,
we're a great team, but you already decided to go it solo today, so I
just followed suit.” He was in no mood to have
a - what do they call it? Lover's
quarrel?
“I'm
sorry that I was out, Lois, but maybe I can assist you. We could be
like Woodward and Bernstein. Clark and Lois.”
“Lois
and Clark.” Well, at least he knew she was listening. But did she
really have to cut him off like that?
“If
it's so
double-super classified,
how did you get on the case, Lois?” He wondered absently where
exactly she was headed.
“I
was handpicked by an anonymous source. The two people that were
murdered had criminal records, but it's all fabricated. Clark, they
were vigilantes like The Blur. Part of an underground group of
honest-to-goodness spandex-sporting superheroes. I met one of them.
He was wearing a gold-plated helmet and ax, which actually looked
pretty good.” She was heading for the copy room, did they really
just walk in a huge circle? Then his mind fogged momentarily, the
last time they had been alone in the copy room... He shook his head.
“And
that's all you know?'
“No.
Their leader, a man named Carter Hall,” Lois handed Clark a photo
of Carter, or Hawkman, “almost killed one of their enemies. Someone
named The Icicle. He had a son, and here's the weird thing.” Clark
pulled his eyes away from Carter's mug shot to look her in the eyes.
He had to be careful, he could get seriously lost in those eyes.
“They both have special powers, and he was plucked from juvie by
someone very high up. Sealed records.” Clark raised his eyebrows
appropriately. “Now, I'm not supposed to know this, but there were
other bad guys that these underground heroes fought, and every single
one of them was released from prison secretly. They and their
records... M.I.A.” She turned back to her files.
Suddenly
it all fit. “Someone's collecting them.” He tried made it sounds
like a questionable assumption.
/
Lois
dropped the paper on her desk and grabbed her coat. She glanced over
at Clark, now staring at his desk with a blank look in his eyes.
“Kent,
you up for a coffee?” His eyes rose to meet hers and she smiled
warmly. She wished she believed in fate, and that Clark could be her
'savior'. She thought she would enjoy that, maybe. The way he'd
smiled when he'd asked her if she believed in fate had melted her
heart. Now, the thought of going home to her quiet apartment alone
made her frown.
“Ya
know, it's been kind of a long day.” He looked up at her with
apology in his eyes.
She
smiled what she hoped was an encouraging smile and waved him off.
“That's okay. I have an early day tomorrow!” She grabbed her coat
and headed out to the elevator. As the doors opened and she stepped
inside, she felt his hand on her shoulder.
“But
maybe, a movie? That way we can relax, instead of drinking caffeine?”
Lois wanted to turn around and kiss him, but refrained. She really
wanted to take this slow. She was the queen of rushed relationships
and didn't want to ruin this before it even got started.
“That
sounds nice. My place?” He followed her the rest of the way in to
the elevator and agreed with a short nod. Lois had a feeling this
was going to be one of the best nights of her life, and she couldn't
wait! She had even picked-up her place that morning. Good
intuition, or maybe just high hopes.
No comments:
Post a Comment