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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Clark
sat in the loft staring out at the open night sky. Shelby was laying
at his feet, asleep. Lois had taken his admittance of bad eye-sight
quite well. So well, in fact, she had rewarded him with one
of the
most passionate kisses of his life. He hadn't stopped smiling since.
After they had finally found the will power to separate from each
other, Clark had realized a very imminent need to discuss what had
happened.
By
the end of that short conversation they had loaded into the elevator
on their way to grab a coffee and as Lois had put it “ice
cream and chalupas, picnics in the park, dancing in the rain. And you
will take me to a monster-truck rally.” It had taken every muscle
in his body to not strip her in the elevator. In hindsight, that
probably would have sent her back to the airport - this time for a
full year hiatus.
After
spending some much needed time together drinking their coffee, they
had gone their separate ways. Work would be coming early the next
morning, and after the day they had just had, they would be needing
all the rest they could afford. He knew he should be in his bed right
now, but the idea of sleep just seemed pointless. He was wide awake,
and since caffeine didn't affect
him,
he had a feeling it was the constant replay of that copy room kiss.
Lois
had started to walk away from him, as if she were leaving the small
space, content with the new knowledge of Clark's admitted
near-sightedness. Then, before she reached the door, she had turned
back to face him, a look in her eyes he'd never seen. Clark had been
expecting her to say some snarky one-liner, but she didn't say
anything. Instead, she had kicked a bundled stack of papers at his
feet and sauntered (that was the only accurate adjective to describe
it, and he'd tried many others) toward him, mounting the papers and
planting her lips against his. As surprised as he had been, it didn't
take him any time to respond. With a firm hand on her back and the
other supporting her neck, he had kissed her like the world depended
on it. In all honesty, he felt like the world just might come to an
end if he let her go.
He
had the sudden sensation he was falling and sat bolt upright. He must
have dosed off while re-living the feel of Lois's soft lips. That
thought made him grin stupidly.
I am in so much trouble.
/
Chloe
frowned at the monitor. Her heart sank. She grabbed her cell and
dialed the number from memory, attempting to swallow the knot forming
in her throat and failing. As it rang, she remembered the
conversation she had shared with Jor-El, the flesh and blood one.
“I'm
afraid you've only lived half the story. There's a few more chapters
on Zod that you still need to hear. And I'm gonna warn you... it
doesn't have a happy ending.”
The
ringing stopped as his voice mail picked up, “Clark, call me.”
She knew the message was lacking description, and purpose. From her,
that was the best way to get his full attention.
“I
worry that he isn't the only one I've influenced. Perhaps I played my
part in making Zod the man he became.”
“Look,
whatever you did to him, Zod is the only person responsible for
choosing to become a monster.”
She
really hated always being right. Her proof was devastating. A huge
part of her didn't want to tell Clark what she had found. If,
however, the Earth was going to stand a chance of existing a decade
from now, she had no choice.
She
heard the 'whoosh' of his arrival and her frown
deepened.
“What's
up?” He was trying to wipe the smile off his face, unsuccessfully.
“Sorry,
to pull you away from Lois, but...” It was harder than she thought
to formulate the words, especially as she couldn't help but notice
his more than stellar mood. Why did she always have to be the party
pooper?
“Chloe?
Is everything okay?” He moved toward her, a hand outstretched. And
there went his good mood.
Before
he could quite reach her she stepped back, putting space between
them. Well, it wasn't like she had an option here, he had to know. “I
think there's something you need to see.” She turned to the closest
monitor and pulled up the information she had finally deciphered.
/
Sickness
isn't something Clark has had a lot of experience with. Something he
did understand, too well, was the agonizing pain of Kryptonite. And
right now, he felt as if someone had just sliced through his gut with
a dagger made from the horrid green rock.
The
smile that had seemed permanent the last few
days had vanished from his lips as he'd studied the screen. Chloe's
research showed the true outcome of the completed towers – the
disappearance of the yellow sun. He would lose his powers. That
wasn't even the bad part though.
The Kandorians, Zod's small army, would have their
powers. And if that wasn't bad enough, according the calculations
Chloe was running, the new red sun would completely destroy Earth,
and quickly.
“We
need to take action Clark.” She had her arms crossed over stomach.
He pulled his gaze away from her and focused back on the monitor. How
was he supposed to face her? It was his own people who were planning
this. How could he not feel some portion of responsibility?
“What
am I supposed to do?” It wasn't as if he could just burn down the
towers, someone could get hurt.
“I
don't know, yet. But we can't let those towers go online!” Chloe
sat down at her main desk and typed away.
Clark
glanced between Chloe and the information she had displayed for him.
There had to be some way to delay their grand opening. He just had to
figure out what.
“When
is this going down?”
“In
two days.” That
doesn't give me much time. Clark
wanted to laugh. Not a funny, 'ha ha' laugh. No, he wanted to erupt
into a fit of psychotic rolling laughter, a 'it's the end of the
world as we know it' laugh.
/
TO: Lois Lane (lois.lane@dailyplanet.com)
FROM: Speedy Gonzales (speedy@me.com)
Our fears have been realized. Once the towers go online, the radiation will transform our sun. This won’t cause any obvious damage at first. However, as time goes on, our Earth will be destroyed.
I have attached all the research to this e-mail, as well as stored it on a zip drive that has been mailed to The Daily Planet, C/O you. Please, keep the zip drive away from work, just as a precaution.
This story MUST break before the towers are booted up, in two days. Thank you for all your help on this. Sometimes, exposure is the strongest weapon.
Your Phone-booth Caller
Lois
scrolled hurriedly through the file attachments, her heart racing.
She couldn't pretend to understand all of what her eyes were seeing,
but the small bits that did compute made her blood run cold. These
reports promised a post-apocalyptic world. She looked around her
monitor, hoping to see Clark there, even though she knew he had gone
to grab a coffee with Chloe.
“I
have delivery for a Ms. Lane?” Lois swirled around in her chair,
charging the delivery boy.
“That's
me!” She grabbed the pen, scribbling her name on his signatures
sheet, and yanked the package from his hand. She was mildly aware of
the stunned expression on his face, but the world was going to end
and she didn't have time to explain her brashness to the carrier
pigeon.
Sitting
back down at her desk she ripped open the padded envelope and peaked
inside.
She could see the small device at the bottom and grabbed her coat.
There was no time to waste; she needed to get this to a safe place.
It took her less than a full second to realize where that was.
Smiling at her own quick thinking, she slipped on her coat and headed
to the elevator. Part of her wanted to call Clark, to tell him
everything she had learned over the past weeks. But to tell him,
would be to involve him. She couldn't do that, she cared too much for
him to put him in harm's way. Besides, The Blur was on the case with
her, she was as safe as possible with him
looking after her.
/
Clark
was pacing at his desk. Where
could Lois have gone in the middle of the day?
They were supposed to be working on their tower story. He sighed. It
was probably best that she wasn't around. He needed to be able to
think clearly, and the closer he was to Lois, the less clear his mind
became.
He
and Chloe had spent a good thirty minutes all but arguing about how
to handle the current situation. He sunk into his desk chair and
dropped his head into his hands. This day couldn't get any worse. He
knew that Oliver and probably the rest of the league would side with
Chloe. They would want to charge in and destroy the Kandorians.
It
wasn't that Clark didn't think that would be an easy answer to the
problem at hand, but there was something biting at the back of his
thoughts. His father's last words kept coming to mind.
“Please...
don't go. I can save you.”
“Save...
Zod.”
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