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Title: Free Fall (2/?)
Author: Krys Yuy
Summary: Clark isn’t willing to risk his heart again. But when Fate gives him a glimpse into his future, the only question is – how hard will he fall?
Pairing/Characters: Clark/Lois, Chloe/?, Justice League
Warning: Spoilers up to Infamous.
Rating: PG-13/T
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters used. This fic is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Author’s Notes: I can guarantee you that this will probably be the last time you find updates so close together. The fact that I cranked out this chapter only a day after the other one is a miracle. I actually would keep working on it if I could, but I now have to focus on the term paper I have that’s due on Tuesday. T_T I’ll try to get another chapter out by next weekend, but no promises. For updates on progress, please check my LiveJournal - the left sidebar will show how far I've progressed in the word count. Also, I want to thank everyone for their wonderful comments and for being so kind. The Clois fandom is amazing. This one’s for you guys! ^o~
Chapter 2: Surprise
Lois Lane.
Hair and body still dripping wet from the shower, her white towel didn’t leave much up to the imagination. She was all smooth skin and lovely curves, and Clark surprised himself by the vicious streak of possessiveness that struck him. So surprised that he didn’t even notice when she came up to him on his side of the bed, placing a hand on his forehead. He almost flinched away from her touch if not for the caring expression that captivated him.
“Are you all right?” She frowned, biting her bottom lip worriedly. “You seem a little out of it.”
Her touch was doing something to him. His chest felt funny and his throat closed up, so he could only nod woodenly.
“Did something happen yesterday?” Her hand moved from his forehead to trail down the side of his face before it finally stopped to cup his cheek. He barely resisted leaning into her touch. “Do you want to talk about it?”
He couldn’t stop staring. This was Lois, and yet, not his Lois. There was something different about the Lois in front of him, something he couldn’t pinpoint just yet. It didn’t help that she was being so forward with him that he didn’t know what to do.
Hazel eyes regarded him carefully. He recognized that look – I guess some things don’t change – and knew he was in trouble if he didn’t play along and say something fast.
“I-I’m fine, Lois. I just had a strange dream, that’s all,” he said, keeping his voice firm and reassuring.
She didn’t look convinced. If anything, her eyes narrowed as if trying to see through him. He had seen that look countless of times when she had a lead or a suspicion. How could he put her at ease?
He smiled and placed his own hand over hers, the one that cupped his cheek. He ignored the warmth of her skin. “I’m sorry I worried you. But I’m fine,” he said softly. He threaded his fingers through hers and brought their linked hands down. “I promise.”
Clark must have done something right because the next thing he knew, Lois was smiling again. His own smile grew wider of its own accord. She was making him react without so much as a word. He had to think, and a nearly naked Lois was counterproductive to that. He tried to recall something that would divert her attention.
“Don’t you have to meet Chloe?” he asked, waiting for her reaction. He thought it was rather cute when she blinked, looked at the clock, and then proceeded to freak out.
“Crap! I was ahead of schedule too!” She ran to the closet, picking out a long-sleeved v-neck T-shirt and a pair of jeans, tossing them onto the bed and then running over to the dresser.
Clark’s smile wiped off his face when she took off her towel and threw it in his direction. He had a glimpse of her gorgeous backside before he saw white and felt the dampness of cloth. She’s going to kill me. He heard the shuffling of her putting on her clothes, and, counting slowly to ten, peeked out from behind the towel.
She was finishing dragging her jeans up her long legs and over red panties. He tugged at the collar of his muscle shirt and watched as she ran to the bathroom. There were various clanking noises and Lois emerged, brushing her hair up into a ponytail with a ponytail holder clutched in her mouth.
“Bis is all your pault, Smallbille!”
She ran by him to grab her purse on the desk, quickly checking the contents with one hand and muttering to herself. Clark took the towel off his head and folded it, laying it on the bed as Lois sorted out her things. He watched her out of the corner of his eye, somewhat bemused as she tied her hair into a ponytail while holding her purse and brush at the same time.
Lois sighed and went into the bathroom one more time to check her appearance. “If I didn’t need the car today, I would totally be hitching a ride with you. So much more convenient.”
Clark stiffened. Did she mean –?
“I could catch some more Z’s on the way to the shower instead of driving myself.” She yawned loudly and lightly slapped her cheeks. “If there weren’t so many errands today…”
Clark breathed a sigh of relief, though he for some reason felt a large amount of disappointment at the same time. She was still in the dark about his secret. He frowned. Yet they were for some reason together. In a relationship. Living in the same apartment.
He was in a future where he was in a relationship with Lois Lane and they were living together.
His bluish-green eyes grew round and big staring at her just as she glanced back at him, only to do a double take.
“You’re doing the wide-eyed thing again.” She shook her head and laughed, swinging the strap of her purse over her left shoulder. “What? Did you forget you have to meet the guys for your own tux fitting?”
Tux fitting? Clark recovered quicker than the first time. He supposed the fact that Lois was now wearing clothes helped matters some. “No, it’s not that.” I just have no clue what’s going on! “I was thinking about my story for the paper.”
Right when the words came out of his mouth, Clark resisted the urge to hit himself. What if he didn’t work at the Daily Planet anymore? He couldn’t imagine doing anything else though, and hoped he hadn’t made a different career choice.
“Oh, the lead that didn’t pan out?” she asked nonchalantly. She walked to the dresser and touched the jewelry box placed on top of it. She opened the lid and took out something he couldn’t see.
He blinked, wondering why things seemed to be working in his favor. “Umm, yeah,” he agreed. “I… was just… worried. Worried that I wouldn’t get the story done in time because of that.”
“Smallville, you know I wouldn’t let that happen to my partner.” She tossed him a grin over her shoulder. “I’d make sure you get it done.”
Her partner? Were they still working across from each other? He didn’t know why that pleased him. She turned and took a few steps toward him, looking down at her wrist. She was putting on her watch so she didn’t notice when Clark took a step back, uncomfortable with her proximity. She was so intimate with him and it was catching him off guard.
“Okay, now I definitely need to get going.” She walked forward a few more steps and he forced himself to stand still, even as his heartbeat picked up. “I think I have everything,” she murmured to herself. She looked up, smiling. She seemed so genuinely happy and content. He could read it in her gaze.
It was so small that Clark didn’t even acknowledge it for what it was, but a tiny spark of hope lit inside his heart.
“See you,” she whispered, eyes twinkling.
“S-s-” Clark swallowed the lump in his throat at the way she was looking at him. His mind flashed back to a certain Valentine’s Day. “See you.” He stared down at her, unsure of what to do – she seemed to be waiting for something.
For some reason, Lois rolled her eyes but it was with an exasperated amusement. “Holding out on me, Smallville?”
He stared at her, puzzled. “Huh?”
She hooked her arms around his neck. “I have to do everything around here, don’t I?” she joked. Before he could get her meaning, she raised herself on her toes and gave him a gentle teasing kiss. A shiver ran down his back and his hands placed themselves on her waist all on their own. It lasted long enough that he began to kiss her back, but that’s when she stopped.
Lois pulled away, her arms still around him, and leaned back against his embrace. She placed one hand on his white muscle shirt, while the other fingered the edges of the plaid shirt he hadn’t bothered to button up. “This is my shirt, I’ll have you know,” she said, smirking.
“Your shirt?” he repeated dumbly, still reeling.
She tugged at the lapels, bringing him down to her eye level. “Yeah. Mine.” She pressed a hard kiss against his lips, blindsiding him, and didn’t give him the chance to respond. The previous kiss had given him shivers. This time he saw sparks. She smiled against his mouth. “But I suppose I’ll let you borrow it for now.”
She winked and Clark blinked back, dazed. His heart was beating like crazy and he couldn’t seem to get a proper word out. The world was spinning around him pleasantly and all he could see was her. What was this?
“Bye, handsome.” She pulled out of his embrace. Lois trailed her left hand along his right arm slowly. There was a cold sensation left behind by her fingers, but he was too mesmerized by the expression in her eyes to look down and see what it was. Lois let the tips of her fingers linger against his until the last possible second when they had to break apart.
“I’ll see you at the shower tonight.” Her mouth seemed fixed in a permanent smile as she winked. “And try to make sure the guys don’t mess around. Particularly the groom.” She rolled her eyes. “Tell them this is the last appointment! I will not be rescheduling it again.”
She was already out in the hallway as she called, “Got it?”
Clark blinked again and quickly ran to the doorway, sticking his head out just in time to see her reach the front door. “Got it,” he replied, even though he really didn’t. He was rewarded with yet another smile before she was gone.
The silence followed by her departure seemed particularly foreboding as Clark found himself very much alone. He suddenly missed Lois – her whirlwind of activity and smiles had distracted him from his situation. Then again, her presence only brought more questions than answers. She most definitely complicated things if her kisses and touches were anything to go by. But still. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a comfort to have her near him. He didn’t know what else had changed and he clung to the familiar. Even if that familiar had shifted somewhat. He was still trying to decide if that was good or bad.
Stranded in the middle of the hallway, Clark wondered what he should do. He could run off and investigate, but apparently, he had an appointment to keep. He just didn’t know where or with whom. He didn’t want to risk any kind of suspicion, especially when he was still trying to figure out what was going on.
This is going to work out great. Clark sighed and ran a hand through his hair. There was a movement out of the corner of his eye, and he turned slightly to see his reflection gazing back at him from a weird angle. He walked further down so that the reflection came into a better perspective and he was facing the mirror straight on. He ignored the pictures mounted in the hallway, still finding it hard to believe he was in a relationship with Lois. Seeing the pictures would make it all the more real, somehow.
So instead, he inspected the image being reflected back at him. He looked relatively unchanged, but even Clark could see he had aged at least a few years. The angles of his face seemed more defined. He touched the glass, taking in everything about his reflection. What did this new development mean? He had been sent to the future, hadn’t he? Though, looking at himself now, not as completely as he first thought. He wasn’t in his body. He had aged.
This had to be the body of his future self. That fact alone ruled out the possibility of it being an alternate universe. Well, at least ninety-nine percent. Unless he discovered something really drastic, he had to assume he was in the future. All signs pointed in that direction.
And just to make sure – Clark supersped through the entire apartment before finally ending up in the kitchen. He looked at the small calendar hung on the refrigerator by a magnet.
May 2015.
Six years into the future, give or take a few months. That would make him twenty-eight, he deduced quickly. He leaned back against the island, not knowing why he was feeling shocked all over again. Since he was in the future, he knew he had to prepare himself for what would probably be a lot more surprises.
He sighed, shaking his head. He just had to take things one at a time and not overwhelm himself. He walked around the island to look out beyond the elevated counter and into the cozy dining area. It had a dining room table that could fit four, but there were only two chairs. Noting the design spiraling up the table legs, Clark knew he made these pieces of furniture as well. He vaguely wondered if he had made all the furniture in the apartment, and what he told Lois about them.
From his speedy survey of the apartment, he knew that there were a couple of bar stools on the other side of the counter. There was an archway next to the counter connecting the dining area and kitchen. The kitchen was modestly spaced with an island between the fridge and the counter. Next to the dining area was the living area, which had the television, a couch and a lounge chair. A bookcase containing books and DVDs sat in the corner by the TV, which was hung up on the wall. He smiled a little when he saw the game consoles stacked on the entertainment shelf beneath the TV and what had to be a 2015-updated version of the Guitar Hero guitar propped next to it. The dining area and the living area was actually just one big room with three connections to other sections of the apartment. One led to the kitchen, the other to the main hallway, and the last led to a spacious balcony.
Clark couldn’t imagine going out there very often. The glass doors to the outside were directly opposite the counter, all the way on the other side of the room. Lois probably liked the balcony for the view. Like the bedroom, it offered the impressive Metropolis skyline including the sight of the Daily Planet. He pictured Lois on the balcony during her free time, sitting at the glass table with her laptop, working on a story and ever so often looking up to see the Daily Planet globe.
Clark walked into the living area to stare at the rotating sphere as if it would somehow inspire him. Approaching the sliding glass doors, he looked out and realized with a start that it was a corner balcony, practically a wrap around. It started at the living area before going around the corner and stopping at the division between the kitchen and dining area. He hadn’t noticed in his previous review of the apartment as he wasn’t too keen on looking outside. Leave it to Lois to choose an apartment with a large balcony even knowing he was afraid of heights. If he hadn’t told her his secret, he had to have told her at least that much.
He wandered back out into the hallway, and looked at the front door. He toyed with the idea of just leaving, but discarded it before the idea had fully formed. He wanted to try to meet whoever it was he had to meet according to Lois, but it looked like his future self didn’t keep a planner. He had checked all the rooms, even the spare bedroom and bathroom – the closest rooms to the front door on the left side of the hallway – but still nothing.
He was considering braving a trip to the Daily Planet when there was a knock at the door that was trying to imitate some kind of song. He looked down at his pajama pants and supersped into the bedroom he shared with Lois – he still couldn’t quite get over that – before appearing back by the front door in new attire. He wore a pair of black slacks and a button-up white dress shirt with his cuffs folded back.
The knocking hadn’t stopped yet and he opened the door without checking the peephole.
“Hey, amigo!”
Clark grinned. “Bart!”
His old friend had grown a few more inches and he had cut his hair. It was spiky again, reminiscent of the time they first met, only the spikes were shorter. His features had become a bit hardened as well, not as rounded as before. He looked older and wiser. Still, there was no mistaking the mischievous sparkle in his green eyes.
“Come in,” Clark invited, holding the door open wider and gesturing.
“No can do, my friend.” Bart leaned casually against the doorframe, looking quite comfortable and casual in a pair of dark jeans and a red hoodie. “I was just coming to check on you – everyone else is in the middle of getting their measurements done at that place in downtown Metropolis. It’s been like thirty minutes since we were supposed to meet.”
Clark’s eyes widened and he immediately replied, “I’m sorry.” His brain supplied him with a somewhat lame excuse. “I lost the directions and I couldn’t remember the name of the place…”
“That’s strange. You were the one who found it in the first place,” Bart commented, looking him up and down.
How am I ever going to get through this day? he thought, mentally groaning. “Um, yeah, it must have slipped my mind,” he lied. He decided to go with what worked before. “I’m sorry, I was pre-occupied with a story I have to get in for the Planet.”
Bart lifted his hands up. “Say no more, amigo. Lois must be riding you hard, huh?” He grinned cheekily.
Clark blushed crimson. “Bart!” Images of Lois from earlier came back to the forefront of his mind. I can’t think about that! Even as he glowered at Bart for putting it in his head, he held in his sigh of relief that the excuse had worked. Another bullet dodged. For now.
His friend laughed heartily. “Come on, man. I had to say it,” he said, giving Clark’s shoulder a slap. “You’re just too easy.”
Clark sighed. “Let’s go.” He opened the hallway closet and took out the first thing he touched. He slipped on the casual black coat, grabbed the keys hanging on the hook by the door, and was about to head out when he noticed Bart staring at him strangely again.
Now what didn’t I do? He tried to play it cool. “What?” he said, hoping his smile didn’t seem too forced.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Bart asked, tilting his head.
I really, really hope not. “I don’t think so,” he replied.
Bart tapped his own face, the spot next to his eyes. Clark frowned, his face scrunching together in confusion. “What?” he repeated.
“Dude, your glasses!” Bart exclaimed, mimicking putting a pair of his own on.
Clark looked at his friend, dumbfounded. “My… glasses…?” he said slowly. He remembered spying a pair of black frames on the coffee table, but hadn’t given it much thought. Bart was looking at him expectantly, and he knew he had to go along with it. “My glasses! Oh, right.” He turned and blew out a breath that Bart couldn’t see. “Right.”
Clark supersped to the living area and was back in front of Bart in less than a second, pushing the glasses up the bridge of his nose with his index finger. He also slipped what he assumed was his cell phone into his coat pocket. He found it lying on the couch and figured if Lois hadn’t taken it, it had to be his.
“Thanks for reminding me,” he said to Bart. His friend was still looking at him like he had grown two heads. “Sorry – it’s just, I have a lot on my mind.”
Bart blinked as if a light went on in his head. “Right! That surprise you’re planning for Lois. Wow, sorry, I forgot that you were arranging that alongside with all this other stuff,” he said. He slapped Clark’s shoulder another time in gratitude. “Thanks again, man.”
“No problem,” Clark replied, even though he had no idea what Bart was talking about. A surprise for Lois? And what else was he arranging?
Before he could weigh the consequences of asking, Bart was already heading out. “Come on, man!” he called over his shoulder. “The guys are probably getting antsy.”
Clark stepped out into the hallway with the doors to other apartments, and was pleased it looked stylish and well taken care of. He turned, locked the door, and then sped up to walk alongside Bart.
Bart turned around and began walking backwards to talk to him. “You know, we can always ditch. Grab some burritos from our favorite Mexican place.” He grinned. “What do you say?”
“I’d rather not incur Lois’ wrath,” Clark answered dryly, remembering her words from earlier. “She said it was the last appointment she’d schedule for us.” Clark gave him a pointed look. “I don’t think you want her angry.”
Bart winced. “Yeah, they do have that in common, don’t they?”
They? Clark was beginning to feel the first tendrils of frustration. Not knowing what he was obviously supposed to know in this time put him at a serious disadvantage. He tried to come up with a subtle approach to find out what he wanted without giving himself away.
Bart kept on talking. “But come on, man! I hate these fittings. I can’t stand still for that long!”
“How many have you actually gone through?” Clark asked. He kept his tone meaningful as if he meant for the question to be rhetorical.
Bart replied anyway, much to Clark’s relief. “Okay, so none of them! But you know it’s not my fault we got called away right before those other appointments,” he protested. “The bad guys don’t take a day off.”
Clark nodded, but realized with a start that he hadn’t seen his red jacket or blue shirt anywhere in the apartment. That meant he couldn’t slow down to let any of the cameras catch his blur if he had to do any saving. His future self must have it hidden it somewhere so Lois wouldn’t find it. He would have to search the apartment again later.
Bart must have taken his silence as an admonishment because the next thing Clark knew, his friend was at the end of the hallway by the fire escape. “Okay, fine. Let’s get it over with, then.” Bart sighed, opening the window. “I mean, does the groom really have to dress up though? Everyone’s going to be looking at the bride, anyway. I could dress in rags and I doubt anyone would notice. I wouldn’t care in the slightest.”
Clark felt a surge of happiness for his friend. Bart’s the groom? He grinned. “I think your bride would care. A lot,” he commented, wishing he could congratulate his friend.
Bart sighed again, this time in mock irritation as he winked. “The things I do for Chloelicious,” he said with a grin. “It must be love.” He laughed and was already speeding away in a flash of red.
Clark stood, stupefied, before racing after him. He would have preferred to absorb the implications of Bart’s statement standing still, but if he didn’t follow the speedster, then he wouldn’t know where to go. Clark caught up to him down in the street and Bart began running backwards, and Clark’s mind flashed back to the first time they met.
“So how about burritos after? I’ll go crazy otherwise,” he said, somehow able to maneuver without running into anything.
“We have the shower to go to,” Clark replied, his voice a bit faint, still trying to process that Bart was marrying Chloe. What happened to Jimmy? Did they get divorced? Maybe he really was in an alternate universe?
“Dude, it’s us! We’ll be in and out before anyone even shows up!” Bart turned around just in time and avoided a truck, bypassing it smoothly. Even with his confusion, Clark rolled his eyes at the smug look on Bart’s face.
“I don’t think Lois or Chloe –” He paused, taking that in. “– would appreciate that very much.”
Bart suddenly stopped in an alley before walking at normal speed around the corner. Clark followed suit and saw a quaint little shop that had a variety of tuxedoes and formal wear displayed in the shop window. Bart put his hand on the door handle and looked back at him.
“I’m sure your lovely wife would let you out to play if you just asked,” Bart commented with a smirk.
He turned back around to enter the shop before he could witness Clark freeze in mid-step.
“– your lovely wife –”
“– wife –”
Wife.
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Date: 2009-03-23 02:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 02:05 pm (UTC)For your reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 02:16 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 02:06 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 02:53 am (UTC)I really loved this part:
The silence followed by her departure seemed particularly foreboding as Clark found himself very much alone. He suddenly missed Lois – her whirlwind of activity and smiles had distracted him from his situation. Then again, her presence only brought more questions than answers. She most definitely complicated things if her kisses and touches were anything to go by. But still. He’d be lying if he said it wasn’t a comfort to have her near him. He didn’t know what else had changed and he clung to the familiar. Even if that familiar had shifted somewhat. He was still trying to decide if that was good or bad.
♥
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:10 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
P.S. Is your icon from Dirty Sexy Money? :3 My love for that show never got to bloom fully before it was cruelly taken away by ABC. *pouts*
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Date: 2009-03-28 05:25 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-23 02:53 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 02:10 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 03:30 am (UTC)Aww, Bart and Chloe! I've always liked Bart, and I can totally see him and Chloe being great together in the future. It's amazing to see Clark managing to deal with Bart without revealing the whole time-travel thing - Clark usually isn't so smooth, heh - and I'm so looking forward to seeing more of his interactions with the Justice League.
What an amazing story so far. Getting the second chapter so soon is a lovely gift - it's just what I needed to get me through the rest of my school week. And I eagerly wait for more! Great job! :)
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:19 pm (UTC)But I am relieved to hear that you liked her in this part. I admit, it was rather fun to write her through Clark's eyes. Especially this Clark. Bug-eyed and blushing Clark is seriously one of my favorite sides of him. He's just so adorable! This side and also clueless!Clark. Clueless!Clark makes me want to snuggle him forever. XD
I can't wait to see some more of his dealing with their relationship before she finds out what's really happening. :)
I'm trying to handle this very delicately as I have something planned very specifically for Clark and his whole purpose of being in the future. Once Lois finds out, that changes the whole dynamic of the story. I'm still working out the kinks in my plan.
Yes, Bart and Chloe. I think they are perhaps my favorite side pairing in a Clois fic. There needs to be more love for them. <3 And yes, Clark is usually quite hapless. He's just having a run of good luck. I wonder how long that will last? ;P
Well, the Justice League takes up more than half this next chapter. I hope you like it! :)
Thank you so much again for your lovely comments! ♥ Please enjoy the next part!
For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:58 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 02:20 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 05:02 am (UTC)Awesome job, keep up the great work!
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:20 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:20 pm (UTC)Thank goodness for Bart filling in a lot of the details. Methinks Lois does know, especially if they're married, and just didn't show it during that conversation.
Are we going to find out where future!Clark really is? Or is he in limbo?
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:26 pm (UTC)I hope some more questions are answered in this next part for you. :) And well, your assumption is not wrong. Let's just see how Clark will handle that later. ;)
I have a general plan for future!Clark, and your guess isn't far from what I tentatively have planned. Eventually, yes, we will find out what's up with him. Future!Lois, of course, won't let that question go unanswered for long once she's in the know.
Thanks again for your comments! I really appreciate them! <3
For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 04:48 pm (UTC)I love how everything is from Clark POV.
Keep up the good work!! Can't wait to read Chap.3 !!!!!!
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:27 pm (UTC)I hope you continue to like how I write Clark. :)
Thanks for commenting!
For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-23 06:50 pm (UTC)I so like the way you've described poor Clark, who is more confused than ever. Bart is always the best! I love him and I was really annoyed when I discovered Chloe was going to marry Jimmy. I hope you'll describe how the story between my dear Flash and his Cholelicius come to be soon.
Shame for me, here in Italy we're only around the 7Th season. ç_ç
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:32 pm (UTC)Yes, poor Clark. Unfortunately, he's in for a few more surprises. ;D Bart is seriously my favorite JLeaguer, so I'm excited about having him in this fic. I will be fleshing out the Chlart stuff more fully in Chapter 4 (most likely), so stay tuned for that.
However, I hope Chapter 3 can tide you over till then. ^o~ For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
P.S. You're only around the seventh season? Yikes! I hope the eighth season gets to you soon!
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Date: 2009-03-23 09:06 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-03-28 02:33 pm (UTC)For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-03-24 05:26 am (UTC)This second chapter has made me grow deeper in love with your story. I love how Clark instinctively responds to Lois despite his confusion. I love the confident, content Future!Lois that you've painted, and the way she draws Clark in. I enjoy the further descriptions of their apartment -- it sounds gorgeous and I'm jealous. :-p I really like the fact that Clark made a lot of the furniture himself. I also love the little details you put into Clark's observations whose significance he doesn't realize but that we as readers do. It all flows very naturally, too; nothing seems forced or out of place.
And yay, Bart! I liked him on the show, and I love the way you used him to flesh things out for Clark. Chloe/Bart is an interesting pairing. I've read it in other stories, I think it has a lot of potential, and I look forward to seeing it here.
You've done a fabulous job so far, and I thank you for sharing this story with us. I'll await your next update with bated breath.
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Date: 2009-03-28 02:43 pm (UTC)Yes, Clark's head is spinning. And it will continue to. XD There's still a few more surprises for this guy.
I'm happy that you like how I'm painting this Clois relationship, and all the little details I added in as well. <3 (I want their apartment, too. XD) I tried to make the apartment feel like theirs, and for some reason, I thought it would be a good idea for Clark to have made the furniture himself. It just adds a more personal touch to everything. I like adding in the little things, so I'm glad that it's not going unnoticed by the readers. :) (Still, no one has said anything about the Guitar Hero thing. I seriously need to write a one-shot about Clark/Lois and Guitar Hero. Lois' offhand comment totally sparked something in my head. XD)
Bart is my favorite JLeaguer. I love him. Run is one of my all-time favorite Smallville episodes. I hope I do his character justice. Speaking of the JLA, they are featured majorly in this next part coming up, so I hope you enjoy that as well. <3
Thank you very much for your kind comments! Please enjoy the next part!
For your continued reading pleasure, Chapter 3 is here.
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Date: 2009-04-10 04:16 pm (UTC)no subject
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