Obsessed Chapter 8

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!

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Lois had decided to work from home; less chance of getting Clark involved that way. She had gotten her tower story approved by Tess, (surprise) and was putting together her copy. She had sent the new photojournalist out to the site for a few pictures. She'd need something special and dark to go with this conspiracy.

Lois had been slightly disappointed, and yet extremely relieved, when Clark had dozed off during their movie night. When he had woken up with her cuddled up against him 'asleep', he'd carried her to bed, tucked her in, and taken off. Was it possible for him to be any more perfect? She highly doubted it. Any other guy would have tried to squirm his way into her bed. The fact that she half wished he had was not the point.

She smiled as she typed, her mind flooded with the feeling of being in his arms, pretending to be fast asleep, as he carried her to her bed. His arms were so strong, and she had felt so secure. He'd laid her gently down, pulling her covers up around her and then hesitated, albeit briefly, before pressing his lips against her forehead. Her heart had pounded so fast and hard, she wondered if it might break free from the confines of her rib cage and smack into his stomach.

Her phone buzzed. She had it set to silent but the vibration against the table still caused her to jump. Already distracted, she picked it up smiling at her screen. A text from Clark.

Good Morning.

She smiled, and typed a quick reply.

Yes it is.

She sat the phone down and focused back on her story. This had to be finished in time to print in the evening edition, or the Earth would be under extreme duress. Understatement of the century, Lane. Two more paragraphs in, her phone buzzed again.

You aren't at your desk.

Her laughter filled the otherwise silent apartment. She shook her head in amusement and typed.

Very perceptive today.

She hadn't even sat down her phone before it vibrated again.

I'd ask where you are, but I have a feeling you would have already told me if you wanted me to know.

So apparently, yes, he could be more perfect. Coming from any other male on the planet, that would be a fishing statement, hoping for her to fill him in. From Clark, it was an acknowledgment of space. She didn't reply; there was no need. She got back to work.

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“Okay, Chloe. Lois is hard at work on some story she wont let me in on, so we have some time to work through this.” The last word was a bit mumbled as he took a quick glance around Watchtower and his heart sank.

“So - I thought this was something we all needed to be clear on.” Chloe was standing a few feet from Clark, with Oliver and the rest of the crew behind her.

Clark took a deep breath and waited.

“We have an additional problem. Someone has been e-mailing Lois on the regular under your assumed alias.” She was chewing her bottom lip. Very bad sign.

“Do we know who?” He took a step forward.

“Well, I have a pretty good assumption. They've been covering their tracks pretty well, but all the information they've been communicating about has to do with the towers. As far as I know, the only ones besides ourselves who know the truth about the towers are Zod's crew and maybe Tess.”

“So, either Zod has a rogue player on his team, or Tess is actually trying to stop him the only way she knows how.” Clark let out a tired sigh.

“We're sure Lois's story, the one she's keeping from you, is about the towers. If we're right, then it has to be Tess, otherwise she wouldn't have given Lois a green light to print. She's got the Planet's newest photographer over at the site right now, taking pics to run with her story.”

“Clark, I hate to think that a news story is the only weapon we have to protect our planet. We need a back-up plan.” Oliver took a step and stood at Chloe's side. They all must have talked this over before he had arrived. Good to know.

“Look, let me talk to Faora. We have a good relationship. If I can get some information from her, I may be able to keep them from powering up the towers, indefinitely. Just give me a chance.” He hated to think of the sacrifices (on both sides) that would have to be made in an all out battle. Clark was not ready to accept that the only remaining members of his species, aside from himself, were all evil to the core.

“You have 'til the presses roll this evening.” Chloe wasn't giving him an ultimatum. He knew her better than that, but it still sounded a lot like one. And it still made his hair stand up on the back of his neck.

“I'll meet you back here before then.” And he was gone. He had to talk to Faora.

He was happy when he found her alone. She and her sister were sharing an apartment Clark had found for them after creating them new identities. He was hoping he could help all the Kandorians do the same. At first, Zod had been maniacally threatened by Clark's helping his people. They had fought about it, but once Clark had made his point, that he had no desire to rule the Kandorians, Zod had backed down. Clark knew the other man was still upset, he was just hoping he could fix the rift between them before it was too late.

He wanted nothing more than to make his father proud, and if saving Zod was what it would take, he had to do everything in his power to try.

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Lois climbed the steps back up to her apartment. Needing a coffee break, she was very happy that the Talon was up and running again. There was nothing better than fresh, fancy coffee just downstairs from your living space.

/

Clark didn't like the idea of trying to convince someone that the person they loved was not who they believed them to be. But it was the only way to get Faora to tell him the truth. He had evidently succeeded because she was now filling him in on the real plan for the towers.

“Faora, when these towers go online, you may all gain powers. But the truth is, I will lose mine, and this Earth - It will be destroyed.” He wasn't sure how else to tell her. He hoped blunt was the right course.

She looked up at him and he could see the true despair in her eyes, her hands hovering over her stomach. Clark swallowed, not wanting to entertain the thought that had crossed into his mind. He scanned Faora's mid-section and frowned.

“I'm so sorry.” Clark blinked back tears realizing that he hadn't just revealed the truth about her major - her commanding officer – he had just told her what a truly horrible man her lover was, the father of her unborn child.

“It is not your apology to give.” A single tear rolled down her cheek and he wanted to take it all back. He wanted to stop her grief. “I have to get back to my brothers. They all need to be told the truth.”

Clark could only nod. He had no more words.

“He's looking for the book of Rao. It's the final piece of the towers. Without it, they will not harm your planet.” At that she turned and left him alone.

Clark sped back to Watchtower where Chloe was now alone, waiting. She looked as tense as he'd ever seen her and he hated it. He hated all the pain and misery he had caused her, had caused Earth over the years. If Chloe had heard him enter, she didn't show it. She was typing away on a monitor across the room, her bluetooth headset on her ear.

“I know what we have to do.”

She turned, surprised, and met his eyes.

“Good. Care to fill me in?” She glanced at him for only a moment before turning back to the monitor.

“Where is everyone?” He took a single step closer. This is not the time for small talk, Clark.

“They are tracking down the Kandorians. If that tower goes online, we need to have eyes on them all.”

“If we can find this book of Rao, then it won’t matter. Faora says it's the final piece of the towers. Without it, they are harmless. We have to get to it before Zod finds it.”

Chloe turned her head, looking at him out of the corner of her eye. “Did she give you any ideas where to look?”

“From what I could gather, Zod thinks Jor-El had it with him before he was captured.” Faora had made some mention that Zod believed Jor-El was looking for a place to hide it, which was why he hadn't sought out and joined the Kandorians immediately.

“I didn't see anything on him. Though he had been at your house for a little while before I showed up.” Clark watched her move to another monitor. She typed for a moment while he stared at the screen and waited.


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