Obsessed Chapter 10

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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...From the Beginning

Chloe handed him the current paper and crossed her arms over her chest. Clark looked over the article. Lois had done a brilliant write-up exposing the truth behind the RAO towers, and yet all her information seemed to protect LuthorCorp.

"Tess was her source." Clark dropped the paper onto Chloe's desk, not a hint of uncertainty in his words.

"Yes. She used The Blur's identity to get Lois's trust, and then fed her all the facts."

"Lois could have been hurt, this could have ended very badly. She's lucky Zod has been too busy searching for the book of Rao." He sat down with a sigh. "It's my fault. I stopped communicating with her as The Blur to protect her. All that did was force her to go elsewhere to get the information she wanted, and needed. So when The Blur made contact, even through a different venue, she jumped at the chance. At least Tess only wanted to stop the towers from being completed, but what if she'd tried to hurt Lois, or use her to get to me?"

Chloe walked slowly to his side and tentatively reached a hand out, laying it softly on his shoulder. "You can't protect her from everything, or from everyone. Just be happy Lois is strong, and smart. She's mostly capable of protecting herself."

Clark was still upset with Chloe in regards to many of her recent choices, but he couldn't argue with her about that statement. Lois was strong. And though he had been there to help her many times, she had also helped him.

"Still, there are a few things I need to do." Enough worrying about Lois and what could have been, it was time to take action.

Chloe nodded, dropping her hand to her side. "Go get 'em."

/

Clark stared down at the phone booth and sighed. He hated to put her through this, but he knew he didn't have any other choice. He wasn't about to lose her for some personal wish fulfillment. Lois rounded the corner and he dialed the number; he smiled as she picked up her pace to answer the phone.

By the end of the conversation, Clark was having a hard time keeping the tears in his eyes from falling. He hated that he couldn't be just one person for her. She was torn between the farm boy who sat across from her at work, and the hero that had confided in her. If he hadn't seen with his own eyes how much danger it would put her in, he might have jumped down and grabbed her right then and told her the truth.

Instead, he watched her tears fall as she pleaded with him to not do this, to not cut her off. He watched as she hung up the phone and said to herself the word that hurt her the most, "Goodbye."

Clark moved to a distant rooftop with a clear view of the offending towers. He had this strange urge to just release all the fire inside him on the towers, but shook it away. Hopefully, after Lois's article Tess would be able to convince the investors to just tear down the buildings. Otherwise, he might end up getting to indulge that urge to fry them to the ground. That thought put a smile on his face.

He might have to talk to Tess tomorrow, just to ensure her plans.

/

Lois brushed her teeth and pulled on her pajamas. She had been waiting to hear from Clark since they hadn't seen each other all day, but it was approaching ten and he still hadn't called. Honestly, she wasn't even sure she wanted him to. Saying goodbye to The Blur, again, had brought up all sorts of confusing feelings that she hadn't wanted to face. Spending time with Clark might not go so well.

As she curled up on her couch with a pint of ice cream, she heard a knock at her door. She sat the ice cream down on the coffee table and stood to let Clark in, 'cause really, who else would be knocking on her door at this time of night?

"Hey." He looked around the room, noticing the ice cream, and smiled.

"Everything okay Lois? I know you like to lose yourself in a pint of rocky road when life throws you a curve ball. And after that front pager you landed today, I expected you to be in high spirits. A case of beer keeping you company instead of frozen sugar."

She walked away from him and headed back to her couch, and her ice cream. If he was really worried and felt she was down about something, then why was he smiling about it? Cocky son-of-a-gun. "It's nothing. I was just starting to wonder if I would see you today." She knew he wasn't fooled when he sat down on the couch, leaving a good amount of space between them. Maybe he didn't think highly enough of himself to assume he was the cause of her mood. She frowned, and he raised an eyebrow.

"What is it, Lois? You know you can tell me anything." His words were sincere, but there was an edginess to them that gave Lois pause.

/

And Clark took a deep breath, knowing that having this conversation face-to-face with Lois would be even more difficult than the one he'd had to endure over the phone from a distance. And he was right. She admitted to his face that she had hidden her communications with The Blur from him, and that it wasn't just because of the story. From the way she said it, she seemed to feel as if she'd been cheating on him, with himself. And then he could hear the heartbreak in her voice when she informed him that it was over now, he (The Blur, because obviously Clark did) didn't want her in his life anymore.

He wanted to reach out to her, but held his hands still. "Well, there's someone right here who still does."

He had wanted to make her happy, to take away her frustration. But she only frowned deeper. "You don't have to be okay with it. Clark - It's not right for me to ask that of you." She dropped her gaze, staring into the container on her lap. Oh. Maybe he wasn't what she needed?

"He meant a lot to you, didn't he?" Clark was so torn. It made his heart swell that Lois cared that much for him, the trench-coated him, but it broke as he wondered what that meant for them.

"It's not like this - with you." She motioned at the space between them. "I wish you could understand what it felt like to have this - a calling, a duty to people, and the world. That made my feelings for you and everything else seem -"

Clark couldn't stop the words from tumbling over his lips, "Selfish? Like there's a whole world out there that needs you, but if you take anything from it for yourself, it's at someone else's expense?" He knew exactly what she was trying to say, he struggled with it himself, everyday. His heart lifted a little as she nodded. "Lois, I do understand."

She looked up at him, locking her eyes with his, "How?"

Clark mentally smacked himself for that one. Right, cause I'm the Blur. He was grateful for all his experience in subject changes and deflection. "I guess with him gone, the question is - Am I enough?"

/

Lois stared at Clark, his eyes holding so many emotions it was making her seasick. Or, maybe that was her own heart's inability to pick an emotion of its own to stick with. She didn't want to ever break eye contact with him, it was so warm and welcoming, but at the same time, it was just too intense.

She dropped her gaze again and focused on the creamy frozen mixture she saw there. Her mind raced over everything, all the facts. Clark shifted on the couch, moving a little closer and she knew the truth. She sat the ice cream container back on the coffee table before turning to face him.

She nodded, unable to actually say the words, and then wasn't really sure what to do. But that was okay, because, thankfully, Clark did. He reached out, pulling her across the couch and into his lap, crushing his lips into hers. She sighed into the kiss and sank against him. Her heart fluttered as she felt him smile, and she knew she would never regret this decision. Clark was real, he was always here, he was all she ever needed.

Somewhere in the apartment her phone buzzed happily, and Lois thought maybe she really didn't need to get so many notifications about The Blur's activities. Clark was laying her back on the couch and she giggled. Interruptions are highly unnecessary.

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