Disclaimer: DC/WB Entertainment owns these characters. No profit is being made from this story. This is strictly for my own amusement

Author's Notes: In this partial-AU story, it's five years before Man of Steel. Clark has finished college and decides to stay to help his Mom in Smallville, but of course, he can't ignore these urges to help people. Lois finds out about this vigilante and goes looking for him! I hope you like it.


Chapter 1: Before I Knew

Wichita International Airport:

Lois Lane stepped off the plane in Wichita, Kansas of all places. Perry was insistent that she come to Smallville. She had to admit that she was definitely curious about this vigilante who apparently had some sort of super-human powers. Vigilantes come and go, but this one seemed perfectly happy to remain in some godforsaken town way off the beaten track.

Sighing, she decided to rent a car because Smallville was over one hundred miles away. After acquiring her car, she asked the clerk about the ominous signs of bad weather that seemed to be approaching.

It's not unusual for this time of year to have fog and high winds, especially in light of the high temperatures. Lois frowned at that reply and headed to her car.

Once checking her GPS on her phone, she installed the hands-free device and called Perry. The weather was still threatening then about halfway there; the fog rolled in. She slowed down, but the traffic was extremely high for this time of day. It was mid-afternoon, but she had no choice but to take it slow.

Then the visibility was non-existent. It happened so quickly; she wanted desperately to pull over to avoid an accident and other drivers felt the same way. There truly was no place for her pull over. Now she was terribly worried.

She heard tires screeching that came out of nowhere, she put on the brakes but it was too late. She slammed into the car ahead of her; another car slammed into her from behind. She was going to be crushed into dust.

She screamed. The airbag deployed and then she knew nothing else.

She awakened briefly in the arms of a stranger. He was moving really fast; her eyes fluttered open and she saw his profile, but then her eyes closed again.

Minutes or hours later, she awakened in a hospital and a nurse was standing over her.

"You're safe now, Ms. Lane," Lana said.

"Where am I?" Lois asked.

"You're in Smallville, and you're in a hospital," Lana replied.

"I see," she said and tried to touch her head. It was pounding.

"You have a mild concussion, and your ribs are bruised, but you'll be fine in a few days."

Lois was relieved. She closed her eyes for a moment, but when she opened them, he walked in. It was him, and he was wearing a paramedic's uniform.

"How is she, Lana?" Clark asked concerned about her.

Lana frowned. "She'll be fine." She watched him for a minute. "Clark, she's a reporter."

"I know that."

"Well, you should stay away from her."

"Ummm, hello; I can hear you," Lois said.

Lana grabbed his arm and pulled him away. "Clark, its obvious why she's here, and you'll be asking for trouble if you talk to her."

"Lana, I'm not an idiot. There's nothing she can say that will change my mind about staying in Smallville."

"I'm happy about that, but Clark, because if the world knew the things you can do, it's over, everything we planned; it's over."

Clark stiffened. What she meant was everything she planned. Taking premed courses were done to please her and at the time, staying in Smallville and becoming a doctor was his way of helping people. Being a paramedic was a way of paying off his student loans until he became a doctor. In the interim, he could use his powers in diagnosing accident victims and patients with extensive internal injuries.

He sighed to gain a bit of control of his emotions. "I realize that; so please don't worry. I have no intention of talking to her, at least not about that."

"Good, well, I have to get back to work."

He watched her leave then headed in to speak to Ms. Lane. He felt drawn to her for some inexplicable reason. He pulled the curtain aside and tried to smile. "Ms. Lane?"

"Is it Ok to talk to me now?"

He came inside, grinning a bit. "Yes, it's Ok."

"What was that all about?"

"She's a friend and …."

"Oh, I see. Was she jealous of a complete stranger?"

"Oh, no, it wasn't jealousy," Clark responded, but he wasn't so sure about that. He and Lana had gotten together briefly after he returned from school. Lana knew about his abilities and was always protecting him, but she wanted more from him, but he wasn't ready for that type of relationship. Friendship was all he could give her.

She watched him closely. "So what was it?"

"I truly don't know." He couldn't look at her.

He was lying, but she decided not to call him on it. "She called you Clark; is that your name?"

"Yes, that's my name. It's Clark, Clark Kent."

She held out her hand. "It's nice to meet you."

Heart pounding for no reason, he took her hand. Of course, sparks flew all over the place.

They both stared at their joined hands, unable to let go.

Clark was the first to pull his hand away. He was transfixed by her face. "Why are you here?"

"You know why," she responded as she stared at him.

"You know?" He was a bit stunned.

"Yes, I know." She watched him distance himself. "Please don't be afraid. I would never print anything you didn't want anyone to know."

"And why should I believe you?"

"Because it's true," she responded firmly. Lois was tired all of a sudden. "I'm sorry, but I can't seem to keep my eyes open."

"It's the medication. You rest, and we'll talk tomorrow."


He came back to her bedside.

"It doesn't have to be this way. You don't have to hide. You can be yourself." Her eyes closed after those last words.

He watched her for a full minute, and then he was gone.


That evening at the farm:

Martha Kent was still in shock about her Son telling her that there was a reporter in town and that she knew about his abilities. They were eating dinner, and it was obvious Clark was distracted by this reporter.

"And you can trust her?" Martha asked.

"Yes, I think I can," Clark responded.

"I hope you're right, Son."

"Mom, she said some things about me, about hiding, and coming forward."

"Son, we've talked about this over and over. What your Father said was true. The world isn't ready for you."

"But when will they be ready? I feel like I'm wasting away, not using my full powers, my full potential." He paused as he stared at her. "I have to find out who I am, where I come from, and why I'm really here."

"Son, I don't know. What if you find them and … they take you away from me?" Martha was getting upset.

He took her hand. "That's not going to happen. I'm not going anywhere. Ok?"

She believed him and tried to smile. "Ok."


Early the next morning:

Before heading into work, Clark had a few minutes to talk to Ms. Lane. She had been moved to a semi-private room. He knocked and entered. She was sitting up eating breakfast.

She was barely getting it down. He smiled at her. "That bad huh?"

Lois tried not to stare at his smile, but it was useless. It was uttering enchanting. "Yeah, it's pretty bad."

He came closer. "You need to eat."

"I'm eating; I'm eating!" She held up the applesauce. "See?"

He shook his head at her. "Ms. Lane, I …"

"Please call me Lois."

"Alright, Lois, Ummm, what you said last night, I was thinking."

"What about?"

"About leaving Smallville, and one day finding out who I am, and why I'm here."

"It's a tough decision, but I think it's what you want and what you need."

"That's true. It is what I want, and I do need it."

"And when you're ready to talk about any of it, here's my card."

He actually laughed out loud. He took the card. "Thank you, Lois." He tucked it inside his shirt pocket.

"Well, I'll say goodbye now." He held out his hand.

Heart pounding for no reason, she shook his hand. "Goodbye, Clark and good luck."

"Goodbye, Lois."

Lana had heard the entire conversation. Utterly furious, she left the area, but she would have her say.


Lana followed him outside. "What the hell are you thinking?"

Clark was startled by her appearance. He was adding supplies to the truck. He was still distracted by Lois and what she had told him that he didn't even hear her approach.

"Lana, what are you talking about?"

"Lois Lane and why she came here. She wants you."

"Lana, how many times are we going to talk about this? I am not interested in having a relationship with anyone. That hasn't changed, and I'm sorry if that hurts you."

"So you're leaving, just like that?"

"Yes, I'm turning in my resignation tomorrow."

"Clark, please don't go. We need you here."

"I'm sorry, Lana, but I can't stay here. I need to do this. My Father … my Father said that no matter how long it would take, I have to find out who I am and why I'm here. I have to honor his memory."

"But you won't be happy anywhere else. This is your home. We … we love you."

Sighing, he came over to her and gave her tight hug. "I know, but I'm sorry." He kissed her forehead. "Goodbye, Lana."

He climbed inside the truck and then they received an emergency call, and he was on his way.


Five years later, Metropolis, Lois' apartment:

After the invasion and Clark had saved her life numerous times, Lois and Clark had some time alone. After Zod and what happened in the train station, it's now twenty-four hours later after that traumatic event, they were at her apartment. He was now in his street clothes. She made them some coffee.

Things were awkward between them. She wanted to talk about Zod, and he wanted to say how much he cared about her, but it was strange being together like this. He kept remembering her visit to Smallville all those years ago, and Lois also remembered her trip there to find him.

She handed him the coffee. "Is this as weird for you as it for me?"

"Oh, yeah, it's weird." He took a sip. "This is good."

"Well, coffee is about the only thing I can cook without actually burning it."

He chuckled. "Oh, Lois, don't ever change."

She sat down beside him. "Are you Ok?"

He answered her honestly. "I don't know."

"Do you want to talk about it?"

"In a little while," he replied, not ready to talk about it. He put the coffee down and leaned back on the sofa and closed his eyes. "He just refused to stop. I had to do it."

"Of course you did."

He turned to her. "Do you truly believe that?"

"You know I do. I would never lie to you."

He took her hand. The sparks were still there. "Lois, I …" He couldn't finish.

She impulsively leaned into him, her head on his chest. "Don't think about Zod, Ok? Just … just think about you and me."

He pulled her closer. "Actually, that's all I can think about."

She felt exactly the same way. "Me too."

Pulling her closer, he raised her chin, looked into her eyes and then he kissed her slowly at first then over and over. Lois responded to him without hesitation.

He stopped after a minute. "I should go."

He wasn't ready and if she were honest, neither was she. "Alright, but I will see you at the office next week?"

"Lois, I don't know if I even got the job."

"You will."

"Well, I'm going to trust your instincts. I'll see you next week."

She walked him to the door. A few moments of awkward silence then he pulled her to him and kissed her quick. She kissed him back. He didn't truly want to leave. "Goodnight, Lois."

"Goodnight, Clark."


A week later at the Planet:

"Lombard, Lane, meet our new stringer … Clark Kent. Good luck, kid!" Perry introduced him to his staff.

Lois held out her hand. "Hi, Lois Lane; welcome to the Planet."

He shook her hand. Clark was a bit thrown by her words. "Happy to be here, Lois."

They smiled at each other. It was a bit awkward but really nice.

Because of the invasion and the tons of stories they were working on, they barely had time to talk, to reconnect, but a month later, Lois invited him out for dinner at one of her favorite Italian restaurants. Things weren't as awkward as the last time they had seen each other.

"This is so good," Clark whispered, devouring his lasagna.

"I told you!" Lois said and smiled at him. She pointed to the side of her mouth. "You have a bit a sauce."

"Oh, OK," he said and wiped it away.

"Someone was hungry." She had a question for him. "Do you eat a lot, I mean?"

"Actually, no; I don't really need to eat much, just every other day or so."

"Really, that's fascinating, and … Ummm, other things are normal, I mean, you know what I mean."

Clark almost choked on his lasagna. He smiled at her. "Yes, Lois, I'm normal, meaning I am humanoid."

Lois was relieved. "Sorry, but …"

"Don't worry about it. It's perfectly natural to think about those things." His heart pounded. "Lois, Ummm …" He hesitated.

Her heart pounded as well "What, what are you thinking?"

He decided to put it out there. He leaned over and spoke softly and whispered, "This past month has been difficult for me. Seeing you every day and not being able to approach you. I didn't know how you felt about me, and the truth is …I want you."

She swallowed. "Oh?"

"You can't be surprised."

"No, but should we do that, I mean … ?"

"You're afraid and I don't blame you for that."

"No, not truly afraid, Clark, but have you ever, you know, done it before?"

He bowed his head. "No, Lois, I haven't."

Lois was shocked as she stared at him. Then her look softened as she placed her hand on the table palm up. He took it. "Finish eating and then we'll go home."


"My place."

He smiled at her. They finished their meal and left the restaurant.


Once inside her place, the awkwardness came back but it was welcome this time. Clark came up behind her and removed her coat. He then moved her hair aside and kissed the side of her throat. "I want you so much."

Lois moaned low in the throat. "Let's just let it happen, and no matter how slow or how fast, we'll take our time later." He followed her into the bedroom.

"Umm, I like the sound of that." He turned her around and kissed her like he's wanted to do since he first saw her in the bullpen. He wanted to take his time, but she was so open to his kisses. His mouth wandered down her throat as they began removing each other's clothes. It was hard for both of them considering they couldn't stop kissing each other. They fell on the bed laughing. Then they both sobered. He slowly began his exploration of her beautiful body. She was so lovely to him, so soft and desirable.

He couldn't help but remember meeting her in Smallville and wondered about his attraction to her, wanting to talk to her, and now he knew why. She was everything he ever wanted in a woman. His mouth deepened the kiss while his hand cupped her cheek as he broke the kiss, tilted his head the other way and hungrily dove back in for more. Lois felt lost beneath him. She couldn't stop touching him. He was touching her in all the right places too.

"Oh, Clark," she breathed in his ear getting more and more excited by his kisses. This is what she'd been waiting for ... longing for, she admitted to herself. Clark moaned at her responses as her hand made its way to his erection. He kissed her hard then as passion burst to a sweet life between them. Her arms were around his neck, and she held him tightly to her feeling weak with desire. His hand roamed over her curves and then he touched her there, his fingers moving over her folds that were slick with desire for him.

"Clark!" She gasped when his finger slid smoothly inside her body. His mouth consumed her cries as he continued to caress her from within. Lois wove her fingers into his hair and clutched him to her, sobbing her need for him. He had to have her, as he pressed gently against her opening easing his way inside. He closed his eyes in pleasure as her liquid heat enveloped him.

He continued to kiss her and dipped his tongue inside her mouth, and she eagerly kissed him back moaning softly. Her hands began to explore his body caressing him and responding to him.

Lois felt the fire burn low in her belly, and it grew hotter as Clark pressed back into her then he repeated the motion over and over again, and she moaned loudly then, in pleasure.

Clark was with her every step of the way, as she clung to his shoulders as his rhythm increased, riding the crest of his passion.

"Clark!" She cried out as her climax burst upon her, washing over her in waves. He continued to kiss her drawing out the sweetness of their lovemaking for long moments. He slowly left her body, rolled to his back bringing her with him and held her close to his side. After a few minutes, he kissed her temple, holding her close.

"Clark; that was wonderful. I can't believe this was your first time."

"Well, I do know how to make love, but I was worried about hurting you. Are you OK? " He had to ask her.

"Yes, Clark. I'm fine."

He touched her cheek. "I don't want us to go back to the way things were in the bullpen. There must be some way we can be together, work together and not hide our feelings. I don't want to hide anymore."

"Oh, Clark." She pulled him close. "I feel the same way, but how do we make this work? You know what people will say. Everyone thinks I have a crush on Superman, and if we were to hook up, everyone will think you're my second choice, which isn't true at all."

"I truly don't care about that. We should be together no matter what." He could see she was mulling it over.

She touched his cheek. We really do think alike. It's uncanny sometimes. She kissed him then, letting him know how she really felt.

After a minute or two, he pulled away. "Well, what do you say? I'm willing to give it a shot if you are?" Clark hoped she would at least think about it.

"We will work this out, I promise."

Clark smiled at her acceptance of their relationship, happier than he's ever been!

He pulled her close and then he kissed her, loving her beyond reason. But did she love me? He was sure of her answer when hours later she was beside him whispering love words of being together, working together, and whatever happens, nothing would ever tear them apart.

The end!?


Song Inspiration: Once Upon Another Time, Sara Bareilles.

A/N: Well, this one is definitely asking for more and it could happen. I've often wondered if they actually talked after the train station incident. It's another missing scene. I hope you enjoyed this AU-Clois story. Thanks for reading everyone. Reviews/kudos is love.