Chapter 12

The following day, Clark spent time with Jonathan, telling him all the things he didn't get the chance to tell his father when he was alive in his world. He left no stone unturned, not many people get this kind of second chance, and this was his.

"I know I shouldn't say it, or even feel it, but it seems so unfair."

Jonathan rests his hand on Clark's shoulder.

"I've lost two fathers. One I loved very much and another I never knew. And now I'm going to lose you again when I go back. How is that right?"

"I don't know, son," Jonathan said honestly. "Life is about change, and I'm sorry I can't be there with you to go through it, but I'll always be a part of you. Forever. No matter what."

Clark nodded, he felt a mixture of sadness and acceptance course through his mind and body.

"I love you, dad."

Jonathan pulled him in another hug.

"I love you too, son."

Following Evening

It's Saturday night and he could feel the temperature outside drop. From the couch, he woke up and looked to the window to see the sky drape a blanket over the farm in complete darkness.

Clark got up and moved slowly to the window, droplets of rain hitting the glass.

He didn't know how he knew…

But it was coming.


Kent's eyes shot open as he felt a pair of warm hands nudging him awake. He turned to find himself staring at Lois.

"Is something wrong? What is it?"

"I think it's happening," she said in a lowly voice. She pointed outside. "Look."

Kent got up and rushed to the window with Lois close behind. Even in the darkness, he looked out and saw the clouds form heavily around each other in the sky. He turned to Lois with surprise.

"How did you know?"

She shrugged. "I didn't. It was just a hunch."

Kent looked back outside.

"Hell of a hunch."

Lois forced a weak smile. "I guess this is it, right?"

Kent looked at her with all the admiration and love she knew she wasn't quite ready to see, but he did so anyway. He held out his hand and softly held her cheek. Her eyes glistened with unshed tears.

She wasn't entirely sure what it was she was really sad about.

Next thing she knew, he leaned in and kissed her cheek.

"Take care of yourself, Lois."

Lois breathed out and straightened her thoughts.

"You too."

"Will you tell Martha goodbye?"

Lois smiled. "You never had to ask."

Kent smiled in return. "Wish me luck."

"Good luck."

Kent puts on his shoes and headed out the door. Just as he was halfway to the field, Lois called out to him.

"Kent, wait!"

He stopped and turned, the pouring rain drenching the both of them out in the open.

"Yes?"

A small smile crept up to her lips.

"If you don't mind. Could you bring back Smallville for me? Life wouldn't be the same without him." What is normal, anyway?

Kent chuckled, giving her a slight bow forward which was followed by a salute with his two forefingers.

"Consider it done."

Thunder boomed forcing Lois to close her eyes for a moment. When she opened them, Kent was no longer in front of her.


Clark opened the door of his bedroom to find Lois sleeping soundly in bed. He smiled just looking at her and hoped that one day he could find love the way Kent found it in her.

"Things will be different," he whispered.

He closed the door quietly, inhaling deeply as he did so, and sped out of there when he sensed that it was time.

When he reached the fields where he had found himself a week ago, the sound of thunder and lighting came together, as an electrified bolt of light struck him down.


Lois – looking completely drenched and cold from head to toe due to the rain – waited. She watched as the sky played a symphony of colors. It was like nothing she'd ever seen before, and she's seen a lot.

Lightning hit the ground and it startled her to the point that she nearly fell backwards.


Kent looked around confused.

He was still in the fields of the Kent Farm. The sky had cleared of any rain and when he saw that nothing happened, his heart sank.

For a moment, he actually believed he would get home.


Lois blinked a few times before taking a few steps forward. In the distance, she saw movement in the stalks. Trying to clear her vision, she saw a man step out, and for a moment, her heart sank at the thought that he didn't make it home.

"Kent?"

He stopped in his tracks when he saw her.

A beat passed before a smile appeared on his face when he realized who she was.

Suddenly, he found himself running up to her, taking her in his arms and telling her how good it was to be home.

Lois was so shocked by it all that she froze on the spot.

"Huh?"


Kent walked numbly towards the house when his line of sight caught a familiar item sticking out of his bedroom window.

If it was possible for a heart to stop, his did right then.

He swallowed hard before willing his feet to move forward. Opening the door, he saw Lois nowhere in sight. He slowly made his way inside, climbing the steps carefully. When he reached his room, he turned the knob ever so slightly and once it cracked open, and the vision the lay before him made his heart stop once more.

"Lois," he said softly.

Asleep in his bed was the most beautiful person he's ever seen. She looked so peaceful like that.

Quietly, he moved to remove his damp clothing and changed quickly into a pair of sweat pants and a plain t-shirt. Kent didn't want to wake her, feeling completely content just watching her.

He walked to the other side of the bed, carefully sliding himself underneath the blanket besides her. When she stirred slightly, for a moment he thought she would wake up.

But she didn't.

She remained asleep and Kent couldn't help but be near her. Scooping her in his arms, he finally let out the breath he'd been holding since he opened his bedroom door.

He was finally home.


Mrs. Kent handed both Lois and Clark another cup of hot chocolate as her son relayed what happened in the past week in Kent's world. They had been talking for the last several hours. It was practically morning now.

"It felt so surreal being there."

Lois and Clark kept minimal eye contact with each other, something Martha noticed once he began to speak. She knew that the past couple of weeks had been emotional for all of them, but she noticed a great shift in the way Lois and Clark were around each other now.

Martha was unsure whether it was a good or bad thing.

She hoped the former.

"I don't know exactly how I knew to get back home, but I did," he said with a light smile. "I'm just glad to be back."

While a part of him longed to have Kent's world, Clark knew that he had to start making the right choices instead of the easy ones. He couldn't afford to run away anymore.

Then Martha sat beside him and held his hands with her own.

"I'm glad you did," she said, pulling him in her embrace.

This was Lois's cue to leave. As quietly as she could, she got up to leave mother and son alone, stepping outside for some much needed air now that the miraculous storm had disappeared.

She sat down on the top step and crossed her arms; a chill running down her spine. It was close to six o'clock in the morning. After a moment, she shook slightly when she felt something warm drape around her body.

"Here," Clark said covering her with a blanket from behind.

He moved next to her and sat down, unsure of what to say. It's been a long couple of weeks and at the moment, the two friends were content to just relax.

Almost.

Lois looked at him without his jacket on and smirked. He must be made out of leather or something completely alien to withstand the cold air this early.

"Thanks."

Clark smiled. "How are you?"

She shrugged. "Fine." She paused. "You?"

"Good," he nodded, clasping his hands together.

"Does this feel weird?" she asked.

Surprised that she brought it up first, he nodded. He had wondered if they were going to tip toe around the events of the past couple of weeks.

"A little." A beat. "What do you want to do now?"

Lois raised her eyebrows at the question. It was something she hadn't had the nicest answer to but since he asked…

"I'm gonna forget that I ever met him."

Clark is surprised by this.

"Why?"

"Because in my world, he's not real," she said forlornly.

Lois picked herself up, handed Clark back his blanket and went inside without another word.

Clark looked down at his hands for a moment and thought about what she said.

"But he can be," he said to himself. He raised his head and looked at the sun creeping up towards the horizon. "Because he's me." He sat in silence, the skies clear and the sun shining down on him with warmth and light.

In the Other World

Warm.

Safe.

That's what she felt as a long pair of strong arms were wrapped around her. Then she felt a light kiss against the crook of her neck, causing her eyes to shoot wide open.

"Clark?"

Confused, she flipped her head around, her hand making contact with the side of his head and she flinched back in pain.

"Ow!" she said, waving her hand.

She looked at her bed companion with uncertainty.

Clark chuckled, massaging the part of his head that met with Lois's reflexive hand.

"It's good to see you too."

"Clark?" she repeated, looking at him carefully. It was hard to physically distinguish the two. Actually, it was damn near impossible when the two looked the same. How did he…?

She opened her mouth to say something but closed it instead.

"Hi honey," he said with a smile.

"Is this real? Are you real?"

"Oh I hope so." He pulled her in for a deep passionate kiss, putting everything he's felt for and missed for the last couple of weeks in it. "God, I missed that."

"Oh my god," she whispered.

Clark smiled happily.

Then…

Slap!

"What was that for?" he asked, taken aback. Then, when he least suspected it, Lois fiercely kissed him back.

"Don't ever jump dimensions on me again," she threatened lightly.

Clark chuckled in her kiss.

"Yes ma'am."

It's good to be home.

The End

Author's Notes: Well, it was a wild ride. Thank you everyone who's kept with me through all these chapters. This story was never meant to be dragged out. And while I'm all for Lois and Clark to get together, in context to the story, they weren't ready. Hoped you enjoy.