SUMMARY: What if, in "Crimson," Clark/Kal never found the invitation to Lex and Lana's engagement party, and therefore, never decided to crash the party and ditch Lois? Set in the sixth season, as an AU to the events of "Crimson," featuring Clois. Reviews and constructive criticisms greatly appreciated!

DISCLAIMER: I don't own the characters, nor am I in any way affiliated with the show, or with Jerry Siegel and Joe Shuster. This story is purely for entertainment purposes.

A/N: Sorry it's a little long, but once the ideas start flowing, it's sometimes hard to stop.

"You are currently listening to the KROW. It's 7:30 on such a beautiful morning here in Smallville, and -"

Still half-asleep, he reached over and idly hit the snooze on the alarm clock, abruptly cutting off the deejay's voice. Beside him, his companion, also half-asleep, let out a moan that was more of a sigh, then snuggled closer to him.

That is, until both hit upon the realization that neither was alone in bed. Snapping their eyes open, each was greeted with the sight of --



Lois grabbed a sheet, wrapped it around herself, and slid out of bed with as much dignity as she could muster, while Clark did much the same, though more out of concern for modesty than dignity.

"How did I get here," she asked, instantly recognizing Clark's room at the Kent farm.

"That's what I'm trying to figure out," he replied, the bed laying as an ocean between them.

"Wait. We didn't just -- I mean, last night, we --"

"Let's not assume anything just yet," he interrupted, memories of the previous evening rushing back to him, including showing off his powers to a lovestruck Lois. He hoped that her memories weren't as clear.

"I think it's a little late for that, Smallville. We were naked in bed together, and neither of us remember how we got here. Clearly, we were drunk." She laid a hand on one side of her forehead. "Ooh, which would explain the headache."

Noticing the tattoo on her left breast, she gestured to it, adding, "Plus, how else do you explain this?"

Clark was at a loss for words, but that was okay, since their conversation was interrupted by a knock at the door, followed by Martha Kent's concerned voice.

"Clark? Are you okay? Is someone in there with you?"

Lois and Clark exchanged horrified looks at the prospect of being caught in such a manner.

"Um...I'm fine, Mom," Clark finally replied, while he and Lois started searching for their clothes.

The search on his side turned up a black, lacy thong, which he held up on one finger for Lois to see. Glaring angrily, Lois soundlessly snatched the undergarment, then gathered up the rest of her clothes.

"Clark? Are you sure you're all right?"

"Yeah, Mom," Clark answered, silently gesturing for Lois to hide. After some silent arguing and eye-rolling, she finally agreed to hide in the closet with her bundle of clothes, still wrapped in his bedsheet.

Quickly throwing on some boxers and jeans, Clark finally let his mom into the room. Upon entering, Martha looked around and said, "I could've sworn I heard someone in here with you."

"No, there's no one in here. You must've heard the radio," he lied, flashing a nervous smile. Just then, he was given away by a feminine sneeze emitting from the closet.

"What was that?" Martha's eyes narrowed in suspicion and confusion.

"What was what," Clark tried, badly pretending not to have heard Lois sneezing.

"I heard something. And it sounded like it came from the closet."

"No, Mom, don't --" Clark half-heartedly reached out a hand to stop her, but then clenched it into a fist and grimaced at what was to come.

Martha jerked open the closet, and immediately, her features grew wide at the sight of Lois standing there, wrapped in a sheet and holding her clothes.

"Hi, Mrs. Kent," Lois said nervously, as she and Clark waited for a reaction from Martha.

"Clark, what -- how --" Martha looked from Lois to Clark, and back to Lois, as her mind tried to absorb the information presented to her.

Not being able to withstand uncomfortable silences, Lois finally said, "O-kay. I can see this is something you two need to discuss, so... I'm gonna go get dressed, and give you two some privacy."

With that, she headed in the direction of the bathroom, bedsheet still wrapped around her.

"Mom, I know what you must be thinking," Clark began.

"Clark, you're an adult," Martha said, eerily calm, "which means you can make your own choices. Just tell me one thing. Did you two at least use protection?"

"Yeah. At least...I think so."

"You think so?"

"Well, last night was kind of a blur. Lois was on red kryptonite, and it somehow made her fall for me, but when she kissed me, it turned me into Kal. Mom, I even showed her my abilities."

At that bit of news, Martha's eyes widened further, if that was even posssible.

"Thankfully," he quickly continued, "she doesn't seem to remember, and chalks last night up to a drunken encounter."

"I see," Martha finally replied, knowingly. "Clark, I know you're upset that Lana's marrying Lex, but -- "

"Mom, you think I slept with Lois because I'm upset over Lana," Clark asked, disbelieving.

"I don't know what to think," she replied. "Other than running off to Vegas to get married, you've never done anything like this. Clark, I can only imagine how you must be feeling after everything that's happened this year. First your father passes away, then you and Lana break up, and now she and Lex -- "

"Mom, no matter how I feel about Lana and her getting married to Lex, I still shouldn't have slept with Lois. And I wouldn't have, under normal circumstances. Bottom line: it was a mistake."


"Clark, I can only imagine how you must be feeling after everything that's happened this year. First your father passes away, then you and Lana break up, and now she and Lex -- "

"Mom, no matter how I feel about Lana and her getting married to Lex, I still shouldn't have slept with Lois. And I wouldn't have, under normal circumstances. Bottom line: it was a mistake."

Having dressed quickly, Lois went to return Clark's blanket, but had heard Clark and his mom talking and stopped just outside the door. She heard only that last little bit, but that was all she needed to hear.

She turned and quietly headed downstairs and out the kitchen door, before calling her cousin Chloe to give her a ride home.


The next three weeks passed in a blur for Clark. Partly to take his mind off Lex and Lana's impending nuptials, he had tried to focus all his time and efforts on tracking down escaped Phantom Zoners.

It was hard not to think about Lana, though, when he had had to save her from a stalker barely a week after he had fallen under the influence of red kryptonite. And a week after the stalker incident, he had tried to keep her from finding out his secret through Tobias Rice, a meteor freak who could detect other meteor-infected humans.

Now, here he was, sitting in his loft, trying to forget that the wedding was in two days. He had also tried to put the whole red-k incident behind him, something Lois was making easier by having avoided him these past few weeks.

That is, until now.

He heard her clomping up the stairs before he saw her. When she reached the top of the stairs, she heaved a heavy sigh, then continued up the small steps leading to his loft.

"Hey..Lois." He stood and greeted her awkwardly, smiling while trying to hide the photos he'd been studying.

"Hey..Smallville," she replied just as awkwardly, only she didn't return the smile. It was then that Clark noticed she seemed nervous.

"Listen, Smallville," she began seriously. "We need to talk. Now, this isn't going to be easy for me to say, so I'm just going to come right out and say it."

She drew a deep breath and quickly let it out, as if breathing in courage and breathing out her nervousness.

"I'm pregnant."

"Wh- Uh- Wow." He exhaled sharply. Beaming, he added, "Congratulations."

"Thank you. It's yours."

His smile faded at that last bit of news.

"Well, I just thought you should know that," she said quickly, turning to leave. However, she spun back around, realizing she forgot something.

"Oh, and I'm keeping it. And I am perfectly fine raising this baby by myself. I don't need anything from you. I just thought the honorable thing would be to let you know that, and now I have."

She again turned and started towards the stairs, but Clark quickly grabbed her arm and spun her back around as he said, "Whoa, wait a minute, Lois. What do you mean, it's mine? We only slept together that one time."

"Sex Ed 101, Smallville," she replied. "It only takes one time."

Letting the news fully sink in, he let go of Lois and unsteadily found his way back to the couch.
"You mean... I'm..."

"Going to be a dad? Yeah." Lois finished the thought for him.

"Wow," he exclaimed, quietly and to himself. While his mouth twisted its way into a smile, he added, also to himself, "Me, a dad."



"Lois! What's taking so long," Chloe shouted through the bathroom door. More to herself, she added, "How long could it take to pee on a stick?"

She started walking away from the bathroom the cousins shared, when Lois emerged, holding a white and blue plastic stick in one hand.

"It's a plus sign," she announced, grimly.

" that good?"

"I don't know. What do the instructions say?"

Breezing over to the kitchen island, Chloe grabbed the box the pregnancy test had come in and began reading.

After a moment that felt like an eternity to Lois, Chloe frowned and finally said, "O...kay. It seems a, uh, plus sign means you're...pregnant."

"What?!" Grabbing the box from Chloe, Lois checked for herself, before letting her arm go limp in defeat. "Chloe, I can't possibly be pregnant. I just can't. There's got to be some mistake with the test. Or maybe --"

"There's no mistake, Lois," Chloe calmly explained. "But if you want, I can go back to the drugstore and get more tests."

Without a word, Lois grabbed Chloe's coat and purse, and shoved them into her cousin's arms.

"I take it that's a yes," she remarked, putting on her coat.

"Just grab every test you can find," Lois instructed her, shoving her towards the door. "And hurry back!"

After closing the door on her cousin, Lois turned back to the apartment and sighed, before striding to the kitchen and pouring herself a glass of tap water.

Might as well work up some pee while I'm waiting, she figured to herself.

Several pregnancy tests later, Lois and Chloe stared at several small screens full of lines and signs, all indicating a positive result.

"Well," Chloe began, sighing, "now we know for sure. The question is, what are you going to do now?"

"I honestly don't know, Chloe. I mean, I'm pro-choice, but I don't think I could ever have an abortion." Lois took a seat on the couch, and rested her head in both hands.

"What about adoption?" Chloe sat down next to her.

"I can't see someone else raising my kid."

"You know," Chloe started, hesitantly, "some girls give up their babies to their families to raise. Do you think the General would --"

"Forget it, Chloe," Lois calmly interrupted. "The General wouldn't take it, and besides, I'm not so sure I'd want my kid to be raised the way I was, like a spare piece of luggage."

"Well, if you decide to keep it, I'm behind you 100%. I'll even babysit, for free."

"Thanks, Chloe."

Chloe gave her cousin a comforting smile and hug, and Lois returned them both, realizing the hug was just what she needed.