Author Notes: This is my first multi-chapter fanfiction story. It's all about Clois (a bit fluffy I must admit). Originally I planned 4 chapters but something happen along the way and ended up to 5. I haven't quite finished yet, but my impatience pushed me to upload this first chapter. Hope you enjoy, please review.

Spoilers: It sets after Stiletto, so there are spoilers all around.

Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or its characters, though I most definitively would like to -especially these two-

Closeness (Chapter 1)

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The meeting of two personalities is like the contact of two chemical substances: if there is any reaction, both are transformed.
(Carl Jung)
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[Daily Planet, Monday Morning]

Lois was sitting at her desk. She was involved in her typing, motivated, almost frantic. Clark walked by her desk to reach his own, just across hers. She didn't even notice. Then he felt a huge impulse to look at her, stare at her actually.

He studied every little detail on Lois' face while she was concentrated in her work. Her hair. Long curled brown hair falling freely on the sides of her face and down her shoulders. Her make up. Golden eye-shadow pointing her striking beautiful hazel eyes. Salmon pink lip-gloss, gently covering her full lips, and fading while she bites them… Clark was unthinkingly captivated by her beauty. And for a moment, he roughly had forgotten who he was, who she was, and of course, where they were. Oh no, please don't start with this Clark, is too early. He told himself.

"Good morning, Lois" Clark said coming back to reality, but with an especially charming smile.

"Oh, morning, Smallville" Lois responded snapping out of her self-absorbance, but returning an equally pleasant smile.

Clark knew what was on her mind. She had a conversation with the Red Blue Blur, two nights ago. The First Contact with Metropolis' Good Samaritan as she described herself. For someone who talks a lot, Lois had being more than careful not to let private details of their exchange slip away. He seemed satisfied, as if his little plan had the expected results. But she was just as satisfied: the Red Blue Blur had talked to her.

"What's going on, Lois? Why are you so happy?" He asked teasingly. "Oh, are you glad to see I'm up and running again?" He finished with a smirk.

Lois scoffs in disregard, a typical Lois Lane reaction. "As I can see, you'll need a coffin as big as this city to fit your ego the next time you don't get so lucky" She said, a bit annoyed, but mockingly. "Besides, why should I need a motive to be genuinely happy?"

Clark did not say a word. He simply looked at her, straight in the eye, rising one eyebrow as he sat down on his chair.

"Ok, ok, I know charming is not my middle name, but I do get my moments." She admitted, rolling her eyes and tilting her head a little, another Lois Lane typical reaction.

Lois went back to her work, but she would take tiny peeks on the person across her. The only person she, confessedly, could not peg right away. He looked somewhat different today, as if he was gloating. That is not at a Clark Kent typical expression. She though. Her mild-manner copy boy is indeed gloating. Hers?!?!

She knew herself very well. Lois knew she needed a "thing" to focus on. A "thing" to focus, long enough as she forgets, or at least, diverts her feelings toward Clark. Feelings she tries to deny over and over, but feelings that are merely there, following her, stalking her. Such feelings, apparently, were not going anywhere, not soon. And this "thing" was the Red Blue Blur, the new hero in town. A perfect cover up.

"Hey, Clark," She said before she could be lost in her feelings' thoughts again. "Will you do me a favor?"

"What is it?" He asked, waiting for her to demand a common errand, like making some copies or deliver papers to somebody's desk. One day, she even asked him to pick up her laundry and bringing her coffee. Who am I now, Jeff? He thought.

"I have some of my things over the Talon's apartment, and I was wondering… if you could bring them to my new apartment here in the city." She said.

"Is that so? Why don't you stop by yourself?" He said kindly, actually curious.

Her smile saddened a little. "You know, with the breakup and all the unspoken disasters going on with Chloe, I wouldn't want to bother her." She looked concerned.

"Lois, but Chloe is your cousin, I don't think she would mind." He replied firmly.

"I know she's my cousin, but I don't want her to feel obligated to come and help me. More to the point, you are her best friend… and maybe she could talk to you… she's being very secretive with me lately."

"Well, maybe she just needs space… I mean… She had been a bit guarded with me too." He whispered.

They looked at each other, truly worried about Chloe's present circumstances. They both loved her and cared about her. Then, an awkward silence filled the space. They were staring at each other's eyes… Was Chloe the only thing on their minds? Obviously, it was not. After a couple of seconds, Clark decided to break the silence with a not so cheery comment.

"I mean, I don't blame her for not wanting to help you… Speaking from experience, you must have a lot of stuff to unpack." He teases again, trying to ignore what happened.

It was incredible how easy Clark could be head-over-heels for Lois. He just needed a second, a perfect second. Then, another second later, he'd be bantering with her, as if nothing had happened (or better yet to ignore what could happen). That was Lois' effect on him. Although, the fact that he did not know exactly the extent of that effect, scared him to death.

Lois looked at him quizzically, trying to figure out why she found herself staring at him, again. Of course, she masked it away responding his joke. Lois Lane will not be the object of his humor. "Ha ha, seriously Clark, just drop the funny act, it does not suit you." And then she gazed at him expecting an answer.

"So, that much is needed for you to show me your new apartment, eh?" He said sarcastically.

"You know what, forget it…"She said disappointingly. Then she mumbled to herself, fully unaware that Clark could hear her as loud as if she was yelling. "It is not like can do it by myself, Mr. Copy Boy, I just wanted a little help, that's all."

"It's OK, Lois, I'll do it" He said nicely, but pleased that he annoyed Lois to that point.

"Perfect…" She squealed, ignoring his previous comment, and her last thought for that matter. "…here is the address. And I see you later then… I mean, later again… after work… whatever…" She said nervously and quickly returned to her typing before she could come with even more messed-up wording.

The rest of the day, a slow news day, passed with no more fuss, except for the occasional behind-the-computer-monitor peek from one another, which were so synchronized that, not even once, they have looked at each other at the same time.

To be continued…