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Note: This chapter, again, contains a large amount of Lois & Clark jokes. If you know the show, that's great, but if not, there should be sufficient information to fill you in. Also, if you don't know why, Lois is called 'galactically stupid' because she never figured out who Superman was. If you're really curious, then find the episode 'Tempus Fugitive' of Lois & Clark, Season 2 and watch it. It explains all! Mostly, just enjoy the story!


Clark was frustrated with this 'Superman'. First he told him that the love of his life wasn't in his future and then he wouldn't say whom Clark did like.

Meanwhile, Lana was silently fuming in the corner. Then she stood up, pissed. "Well, Clark, if I'm not good enough to be in your future, then I'm not going to waste any time on you!"

"Lana, will you go out with me, then?" Pete asked.

"Yes, Pete, I will. I should've realized that there's more guys out there than Clark, and that you are just as good as him any day. You're a good friend, Pete, and I love you." To add insult to injury, she kissed Pete on the lips. Pete was in heaven.

"But, Lana..." Clark began.

"I don't want to hear it Clark. If I'm not going to be with you in the future then I'm not wasting my time on you now. I've already wasted enough. Here is Pete, who is willing to open up to me. I'm giving him a chance."

Suddenly a portal opened and two men appeared in a time machine. One was short and small, had gray hair and glasses, and sported a weary look on his face. The other was dressed in a business suit, with sleek hair and a crooked smirk of pure evil that would make any person shiver.

"Why, helloooo there!" one of the men cried, and then began a fit of evil laughter.

"Oh, dear," muttered the older one.

"What's the matter Herb? Your theory worked! Superman and Lex are here, just like I wanted!"

Superman looked at the time machine. "Tempus," he stated.

"Would someone mind telling me what's going on?" Chloe asked, over the ruckus.

"Why sure, my dear." Tempus answered. "I masterminded this plan so that Superman and Lex would be sent back in time to when Superman was an adolescent, and it worked beautifully, I must say. And now here he is, talking to his past self, revealing his future. Oh, God I love irony. Well, what do you know? Even Miss Lane is here. The most galactically stupid woman who ever lived!"

"What did you call me?" Lois yelled.

Immediately Superman and Clark both ran toward the time machine and as soon as they reached close proximity, they both felt weak and drained, and fell to the floor in a heap.

Tempus brought up a piece of kryptonite in his hand. "You didn't really think I was going to leave the future without some of this, did you?"

Herb pushed Tempus over so that he dropped the kryptonite in the time machine. "Tempus, you've got to stop this!" he said.

"Or what? Utopia will be destroyed? But Herb, that's the point!" Then Tempus chuckled.

By this time Superman and Clark had recovered and were standing up, moving towards Tempus again. Jonathon and Martha were dumbfounded watching their current and future son go after this villain. Jonathon looked at Herb. "Who are you? And what is Utopia?"

"I'm H.G. Wells, and this is my time machine. Unfortunately, it has a bug." He pointed to Tempus.

"Shut up, old man." Tempus said, as he found his gun and pointed it at Herb. "Nobody move or Herb dies."

"How do we know that he's not working with you?" Clark yelled.

"Would I kill my own partner? Wait a minute, yes I would. I guess you don't know then, do you?" He laughed. "But if you don't want him to die, then you won't come any nearer."

Clark stopped, but Superman reached Tempus and picked him up. "That's about enough out of you," he said, as he crushed the gun in his hand.

"Show off," Clark mouthed. Even though he could do that himself, he wouldn't have displayed it so openly.

"Wait a minute," Chloe said, "you're the H.G. Wells? The fiction writer?"

"Well, my dear, if it was fiction would I be here?"

"Probably not."

"Quite." He brushed himself off and stepped out.

"What's Utopia?" Clark asked again.

Tempus, although being held up in Superman's grasp, still wanted to ruin the future. "Clark," he said, "Utopia is a time when the world is at peace. In short, no sex, no violence, and there are 1000 channels and still nothing on! This boring 'paradise' was founded by you..."

Superman tightened his chokehold. "He doesn't need to know that."

In less than a second, Tempus was tied up and sitting in the time machine, but they couldn't keep his mouth shut.

"Oh, the irony," he said. "I bet you don't even realize that you'll be able to fly, do you? Oops. I wasn't supposed to tell you that was I?"

Clark looked at him, and then eyed Superman. "Fly?" he said. "No thanks. I'm afraid of heights."

Herb looked at Clark. "Tempus originally wanted to travel back in time and kill you when you landed. Lucky for us that Superman, ahem, you got to him in time."

"Okay, you know what? That's enough of my future for the day. I'm done." Clark yelled. "I'm only going to need counseling for the rest of my life as it stands now!"

"Not really, my boy. You see I can travel back in time to before Tempus sent Superman back and stop all this from happening."

"Wouldn't that create some sort of paradoxical vortex of time?" Chloe asked.

"Yes, and no. It's quite complicated, really."

Lana stood up and looked oddly at H.G. Wells then oddly at Clark.

Clark glanced pleadingly at Lana, but she shook her head. His shoulders slumped and he sat in place on the floor. He had lost Lana for good. He didn't even care about his secret now, not that it was much of a secret anymore. Lana took Pete's hand and began to lead him out of the studio.

"Hey, you can't do that! The show's not over yet!" Jerry yelled, sprinting over to block them.

"I can do whatever the hell I please!" she yelled back, and she and Pete walked out of the studio to the outside of the building to get away from the madness.

"Well I'd say that went well." Jonathon said.

"Jonathon!" Martha said.

Lex stood up and walked over to Herb. "Are you telling me that the lump in that chair over there is me ten years from now?"

"Quite, actually. Sorry my boy, but unfortunately you are going to be like your father."

"Not if I can help it." Lex stated, quite angrily, and then pointed to Herb. "I've had about enough of him." Lex said to Chloe, as he grabbed her hand and began to lead her out.

"Wait!" Chloe screamed. "I want to ask him something." Lex sighed.

"Mr. Wells! I'd like to do an interview with you for the Torch. It's not like every day the H.G. Wells comes to town with a time machine."

"I'm sorry my dear, but I'm afraid that there is already enough damage done to the time stream. I already believe that I will be unable to fix this occurrence in Clark's life."

Suddenly, 'Lex' spoke up. "You know, Superman, I don't know why I've hated you all these years. You were right, I was going too far with my business."

Superman's mouth dropped. "What?"

Lex smirked at 'Lex' and H.G. Wells. "What was that garbage about how I was going to be in the future? I think I might have just changed it."

"Okay, it's about time I brought you both back to your future." Herb said to Superman and 'Lex'. "Both of you, when returned to your proper time period, will have this memory. There is nothing I can do to change that, sorry."

"It'll probably work out for the better." Superman said.

"I wish there were some way to change this memory." Clark said, pointing to his head.

Everyone laughed. Superman and 'Lex' sat in the time machine and Herb started it up. "Nice to have met you all," he said.

"Same to you, I think," replied Clark.

Then the machine that resembled a turn-of-the-century horse and buggy began to glow and shimmer, and poof, it disappeared in a puff of smoke.

Immediately Chloe looked at Clark. "So Clark..."

Clark sighed, Jonathon gave Chloe a large glare, and Lois laughed.

"What's so funny?" Clark asked Lois.

"Tell you later."

"Clark, I want an interview," stated Chloe in a very determined voice.

"You what?"

"Yep. You are proof that life exists elsewhere in the universe! Don't you realize how big this is?"

"I've been living with it all of my life. Well, since last year."

"Somehow I knew you'd say that. Besides, Clark, everyone knows anyway. It was just on national television. Hey, even Superman flies around in public and no one comes to take him away!"

"Please don't say that." Clark asked of her. "And about the interview, I guess so."

Chloe let out a yelp and a thank-you and told Clark she would talk to him later. She and Lex held hands and walked off the stage. Clark felt a bitterness that could only come from the fact that the two girls he could have had were both lost to him now. His stomach churned and did a large back flip. It was the first time Clark felt nauseated.

The only people left were Jonathon, Martha, Clark, and Lois. Jonathon and Martha began to leave and motioned for Clark to follow.

"We can't just leave Lois here." Clark said.

Martha suggested that she come to the house for dinner, which went over very well with Jonathon. They began to duke it out on the stage. Meanwhile, Lois walked over to Clark. Clark remembered that Lois was laughing throughout the whole ideal.

"What do you know that I don't?" Clark asked her.

"A lot of things," she stated. "Ask me a question."

"Okay. Who do I love in the future?"

Lois began to giggle profusely until she was laughing so hard her sides felt like they would split.

"What?" Clark asked.

"Me."

Clark's face went blank and surprised at the same time. "Yeah right," he said, not really believing it.

"It's true."

"Wait a minute, it all makes sense now. You didn't want Chloe to like me because..."

"Looks like you have me figured out, you hack from nowhere Ville."

"Hey!" Clark expressed. Then he thought about what Lois had said. "So you mean to tell me that everything that was left out had to do with you?"

Lois nodded.

"So you mean, the whole Utopia thing was founded by me and..."

"And me. Exactly."

Clark looked dumbfounded again.

"Looks like we're going to be together for a long time, Clark."

"God, this is weird."

"I know, isn't it?" Lois laughed.

Suddenly Clark had a growing interest in his future. "What else can you tell me?"

"Well, you'll work at the Daily Planet, and you'll wear glasses."

"What for?"

"To cover up your secret identity."

Clark began to laugh very hard. "What idiot thinks that a pair of glasses will stop people from recognizing him?" Then the realization hit him. "Oh. I got to stop doing that."

Lois looked at Clark. "So am I still invited to dinner?" she asked.

"You might be."

Clark was amused at this girl who seemed to know more about him than he did about himself. She wasn't so bad after all.

Martha and Jonathon let up and Martha asked Clark if he and Lois were coming, which they were.

"Why are you two so happy?" Jonathon asked.

"You wouldn't believe me if I told you, dad."

With that they walked off the stage and piled into the truck for the drive home.

As they drove off, one could hear Clark muttering, "...and what kind of a name is Superman anyway...and why wear glasses...and flying? I will never fly in my life!"


Jerry was left bewildered at the turn of events.

"What do you mean it all worked out? It's never supposed to work out!" he yelled.

Sighing he walked over to his stool and sat down. Looking at the camera, he began, "Love triangles are often a hot topic, especially when your partner is not completely open with you. Often in our lives we can't make a choice between the ones we love, and often we get unexpected results. When two of these things combine, it turns into a disaster. Remember to talk things through, and open up instead of fighting to solve your problems. Take care of yourself, and each other."

With that, Jerry stood up and walked off the stage. In the Kents' home, the television could be heard in the living room with the end music of Jerry Springer playing, and the audience shouting, "Jerry! Jerry!"


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