A/N: Well guys, here it is, the final chapter. I have to say that I'm half sad that this story is ending and half glad because it was a lot of work. But I just want to say a massive thank you to everyone who has read and commented on this fic. I truly do appreciate your feedback and I hope you enjoy this last chapter.

Chapter Forty Three

"I can't believe you didn't tell me about this till now." Clark said, angrily, later that day.

Lois poked her head out of the closet in her bedroom to look at him. He was sitting on the edge of her bed, his face a mask of barely concealed anger.

"It's no big deal Smallville, I told you, Oliver helped me."

She was starting to regret telling him at all but when the police called round to get her statement, she hadn't been able to hide it from him.

"No big deal? Lois you could've gotten seriously hurt. Why didn't you call for me? You know I could've been there in a flash."

"Come on Smallville, if I called you every time I got into trouble, you wouldn't have time to do anything else now would you?"

It was meant as a joke but she could see he wasn't taking it as one. She stopped her browsing and came out of her closet, ignoring the fact that she was only wearing her bra and panties as she crouched down in front of him.

"Look, you can't be at my constant beck and call Clark. There will be times when things happen that you can't be around for. I understand that, and you should too. Besides, it really wasn't that bad," she shuddered as she remembered. "He stank my car out pretty badly though, I don't think he's ever heard of running water."

Clark's hands came up to cup her cheeks. "Just promise me if anything like this ever happens again, you'll call for me. I'll always hear you."

"I know you will." she replied, neatly side-stepping the promise because it was one she couldn't make. "But you can't be everywhere at once. I'm a big girl, I can handle it. Besides, the Green Arrow proved he was worth having around in a pinch."

She resumed her task of trying to find something decent to wear since her new dress got trashed. Clark stood in the closet doorway, leaning against the frame, watching her silently.

"How come Oliver was there anyway? As Green Arrow I mean?"

"He said he saw me driving away…wait," she turned and looked at his face. "You're not…jealous, are you?"

He shifted from one foot to the other. "No, I just…I was worried about you that's all."

She shook her head and chuckled. "Smallville, he didn't steal your hero thunder. Correct me if I'm wrong but there isn't anyone out there that can do that. I mean, you're one of a kind, right?"

He lifted a shoulder in a shrug and changed the subject. "What are you doing?" he asked, as if he only just realised where they were.

"Looking for something to wear to this stupid party tonight. I bought a new dress but it got kinda messed up earlier."

"You could go like that. I wouldn't mind." Shocked, she turned again to see him grinning. But his eyes were roaming her body, full of lust.

He leaned forward, and at first it was a light, teasing brush of their lips, then soft, damp pressure, then more. He had such wonderful lips. They made her ignite inside, and it felt like gravity increased, all on its own, dragging her back against the closet wall, dragging him with her. She clung to his shirt collar, as if letting go would mean falling. She wasn't entirely sure that wouldn't happen so she kept a tight hold until he pulled back.

"Actually, on second thought, I might mind." He sighed as he leaned his forehead against hers. "We shouldn't really be…we don't really have time do we?" he asked, the tone of his voice asking her to tell him he was wrong. But he wasn't.

"Sorry Smallville, guess you'll have to put it on hold for later. We have to get ready. The party's in an hour and I still haven't figured out what I'm going to wear and it's also in Metropolis so you're gonna have to run us there and…"

He reached out and grabbed her shoulders, smiling. "Lois calm down. We have enough time, don't worry."

"Easy for you to say, you're outfit wasn't ruined by some creep with a hygiene
deficiency." He cupped her cheek and stared deep into her eyes.

"Whatever you wear, you'll always be beautiful to me."

"Aw Smallville…" She trailed a finger down his jaw line. "You're such a sap. But…I promise tonight, we'll pick up where we left off."

A knock at the back door downstairs broke off his reply. With a quiet, almost agonised groan, he stepped back, out of the closet, and smiled at her attire, or lack of as it were.

"Guess I should go get that."

"You guessed right." She laughed and turned back to her hunt as he walked out.

"Ugh! Why is there nothing in here good enough to wear?" she said to herself, knowing full well that she had a number of dresses she could wear, but she'd had her heart set on that one from the shop. She would've knocked Clark's socks of with that thing.

She grabbed two dresses and stepped out to stand in front of the full length mirror, holding each one up in front of her, her lips twisting thoughtfully as she tried to decide which one to go with.

"Oh hey Clark, which one looks better?" she asked, holding each one out in turn as he walked back in the room.

"The black one."

"Hmm, I don't know…"

"The red one?"


He raised his eyebrows. "There's really no right answer to this question is there?"

She chuckled. "You're learning Smallville I'll give you that. Who was at the door?"

"Courier actually. But it wasn't for me. Here." He handed her a box, which was fairly large and plain, with no markings on it. She frowned at Clark, who stared back with a blank expression and opened it.

She gasped. "No way! I can't believe this!"

"What? What is it?"

She lifted the dress out of the box, the dress she had picked out earlier, in pristine condition. In fact it was brand new. But still just as gorgeous. There was a note underneath it.


I'm sorry your dress was ruined earlier, and I know that this will probably only make you angry since I know you don't like receiving things. But I wanted to give you this, as a gift. Please accept it and my apologies once again. I really do value your friendship. Looking forward to seeing you tonight, I just know you're going to be beautiful. Clark's one lucky guy.


P.S, the dress is non-refundable, I made sure they wouldn't take it back if you tried so you have to keep it.

Great, now she had something that had been bought for her? Fantastic. She hated owing anyone anything, much less this, because the dress wasn't cheap. But Oliver had obviously planned for that because she couldn't return it either.

She glanced up at Clark, who was standing there waiting to be filled in, so she handed him the card and waited while he read it.

"Wow, that's uh…generous of him I guess."

"It really is." she replied, looking down at the dress again, torn about what she should do.

"I say you should wear it." He was in an eerily good mood, she thought. Not that he wasn't usually, but today was a little more…well, more. Oliver's party wasn't really that much to get excited about, was it?

Her eyes flew up to meet his. "What? Really?"

"Yeah, come on. I mean you obviously like it and Oliver's trying to do something nice here. I think you should keep it."

She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him, deeply. "You are the best boyfriend ever."

"I'll have to remember to buy you things if it means I get this reaction." he said with a light chuckle but she suspected that he was a tiny bit annoyed at Oliver's thoughtfulness.

"Are you sure about this? Because I don't want you to…"

"Lois, its fine really. I want you to be happy, and something tells me I'm going to like what I'm about to see."

She grinned and winked at him. Grabbing his shirt collar, she dragged him down onto her bed kissing him all the way. "Oh, you can bet on that."

"Lois! Come on we're already half an hour late." Clark yelled up the stairs. He checked his watch, yep, definitely late. Still, he and Lois were both to blame for that.

He smiled as he walked around the kitchen, fiddling with his cufflinks. He could still feel her lips on his, everything they'd done in the last hour was still fresh in his head and he wished he could freeze time. Just to keep everything as it was, right now.

The last six months with Lois had been so great, he'd never been happier in his whole life. She might like to think that they still lived separately whilst they were in different bedrooms, but really, considering they always spent every night together, they were in fact, living together.

And he loved it. He wanted to have this forever. To build a home with her, a life, a…family. Even if that wasn't possible, the idea was still enough to keep him going.

He shoved his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself. This was going to be a night to remember.

"Well, what do you think?"

His thought process was abruptly shattered as he looked at her, standing there on the bottom step, radiant. He could see why she was so in love with that dress, it was…perfect on her.

It was a deep purple colour, strapless, with a corset type bodice that accentuated her slender waist, and a long billowy skirt that made it look more like a ball gown than a simple dress. But it was made for her.

"Wow…" His mouth had gone dry, he couldn't speak. The top half of her hair was held up by a clip that had some kind of jewels in it, he didn't know what they were, and the rest fell in gorgeous dark, brown waves down her back.

"I take it that's a good noise?" she laughed as she walked over to him and tipped his open jaw up with one finger. He hadn't realised his mouth had fallen open.

He cleared his throat and wrapped his arms around her waist. "You're perfect."

"So are you." she replied softly, stepping back to look at him in his tux and from the look she gave him, for once, he didn't hate wearing the thing. He felt…proud, especially knowing that he was going to a party with the most beautiful woman in the room on his arm.

He held out his arms, winking at her. "Shall we?"

"Chloe, Jimmy. Thanks so much for coming." Oliver said cheerfully as he walked over to greet them. The party was being held in the ballroom of one of Metropolis' most prestigious hotels. He had to stifle a laugh at the awed look on Jimmy's face. Apparently this was his first time in a place like this.

"Sorry we're late. You've done a great job here Ollie, well done. This should raise a ton of money," Chloe replied, wide eyes looking around the room.

His eyes made a quick sweep, of all the rich and important folk there, but none of that mattered to him. What was important was that they raised enough money, and that he could once again be with his friends.

"Thanks, let's hope so huh? So where's Clark and Lois?"

"Oh they're not here? Huh, I'm sure they'll be here soon." Chloe must've seen his unease that they wouldn't show because she took his hand and smiled. "They'll be here Ollie, they promised."

He nodded and left them to go get their drinks. He had to admit that he was nervous. This was the first time he would be openly socialising with them in six months, ever since he'd made that terrible mistake. But he could never take it back, he just had to settle for making it up to them.

Things had been easier lately, but he could always tell that Lois found it hard to forgive him. Clark, not so much, he seemed to be a lot more understanding, which made Oliver feel even worse. But that was who Clark Kent was and he was nothing if not forgiving.

Though Oliver had certainly tested the boundaries of their friendship and he still carried the guilt with him even now. Clark was a good guy, a true hero, and he hadn't deserved what Oliver had done.

He spotted them as they entered, Clark taking Lois' shawl and giving it to the attendant. Their eyes met and for a few seconds neither of them moved, but then Clark put his hand lightly on the small of Lois' back and guided her towards him.

He hadn't been wrong, she was a vision in that dress. He was a little relieved to see her wearing it. It meant that she wasn't about to punch him for buying it for her.

"I'm glad you guys made it." Oliver said, reaching a hand out to shake Clark's. He then took Lois' hand and kissed her knuckles. "You're beautiful Lois. That dress suits you perfectly."

"It is beautiful, thanks Ollie." Lois smiled at him but Clark looked a little irritated and Oliver realised it probably wasn't a good thing to say things like that in front of him.

"Looks like you got a good turn out." Lois said.

"Yeah we did, I'm glad." He stopped and looked at them, capturing both sets of eyes and a few minutes of silence took over.

Lois was the first to break it, shocking Oliver completely. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around him, gave him a kiss on the cheek and whispered in his ear.

"I forgive you. I'm happy you're in my life Ollie, it wouldn't be the same without you."

Then before he could even reply, she stepped back and took Clark's hand. "Just don't do anything like that again okay? Cos next time you might end up with more than a black eye and a broken wrist, get me?"

"I get you."

He took a deep breath, because Clark was smiling at him now, clearly agreeing with Lois and it made him feel a little…overwhelmed might be the right word, he couldn't describe how good it felt to finally be forgiven.

"Thank you. So much. I promise you never have to worry about that. I've made great progress in my therapy sessions, so much so that they're coming to an end. But I, well I just wanted to say sorry one last time. And I really am."

Clark shook his hand. "It's okay Oliver. Let's just put all this behind us. In the past where it belongs."

Lois clapped her hands together. "Great, now that that's sorted, how about one of you go get me a drink while I mingle with the cousin I've just spotted over there." Lois said, pointing over to Chloe.

Clark laughed, slapped Oliver on the back and led him off to the bar.

Perfect. That was the only word that would come to mind right now. Just perfect.

The night was dry and warm, stars twinkling brightly as Clark stood out on the front porch at the farm, cradling a cup of hot chocolate in his hand. Lois had, of course, made fun of him for it, but he knew for a fact that she liked to drink it too.

Speaking of Lois, he turned as he heard the screen door open and there she was. She had gotten changed out of her dress, but she still looked as delicious as before, even though she was now wearing a t-shirt and sweat pants. Her comfy clothes that she liked to wear when she was snuggling with him on the sofa.

"Hey, you okay?" she asked, standing next to him.

He was still in his tux, though he'd loosened his tie and top button, mainly because he'd been in his own little world as he'd been standing there and they hadn't been home that long. It was late, or early in the morning depending on your definition, but he was relieved that he hadn't had an emergency to deal with all night. It was as if he'd been given the night off to spend the way he wanted to. With Lois. And his friends.

And she'd had a lot of fun too. She'd been dancing, laughing and enjoying herself all night and it made Clark happy to see her like that. Even if she did make him get up and dance with her. It had been okay during the slow songs, he'd loved swaying with her in his arms, her head resting on his chest, but then she went and made him get up to the upbeat songs and he knew he was never going to live it down. He wasn't exactly a graceful dancer. But with Lois there, none of that mattered. And he'd found himself having just as much fun.

"I'm great Lo." he said with a gentle sigh.

She shoulder bumped him as she leaned against the railing. "What is it?"

"Nothing, I'm just…everything seems to have worked out doesn't it? It doesn't feel quite real, but it's...all I could've asked for and more."

Lois shook her head, clearly puzzled. "Mm, I guess. Do you think we did the right thing with Oliver?"

"What, forgiving him you mean?"

"Kind of. I mean I want to, and I know that he still feels bad…"

"Then what's the point in holding a grudge. Life's too short Lois."

"Yeah, you're right. Man I hate it when you're right."

He laughed and wrapped his arms around her and held her close. "Listen, I want to show you something. I was waiting for the right time, but this is as good a time as any."


"Close your eyes."

She frowned at him but then did as he asked, her frown deepening when she felt his arms tighten around her waist.

He kept his gaze on her face and concentrated. Then a few minutes later, he said softly. "Okay, you can open them now."

Slowly, she did. And then she squealed and clamped her hands down on his arms so tight that it would've bruised if he were a human.

"Oh my God Clark!" Her eyes were wide as saucers, her mouth a giant 'o' shape as she scrambled to find the right words. "We're…you're…how?"

"It's not important how, but it happened a few days ago."

"Why didn't you tell me?" Her face was a little more relaxed now that she was sure it was really happening and she wasn't dreaming. But she kept her death grip on his arms as she looked over the cornfields floating by below them.

They weren't very high up, just far enough for Clark to show her his new ability. He'd been aching to tell her since it had happened, but he'd wanted to wait for the right time. And that time was tonight.

"Because I wanted to wait for the right time. I wanted it to be about the two of us."

Her eyes slowly drifted to his and even though the shock was still evidently there, he could also see a hint of pride. "You're flying Clark. I can't believe you can fly."

"It happened once when I was younger, but never since and I was afraid that it never would. But yeah, I can fly. Well, defying gravity might be a better term." he chuckled.

"So I guess that means Kara can fly too?"

"Yeah, she tried to teach me once…" He grimaced at the memory of the face-plant he did into the dirt. "Didn't go so well. But this feels so amazing Lois, I wanted to share it with you. You're the one I wanted to bring up here first."

Her eyes flickered with humour. "Oh so Chloe didn't get first dibs?"

He shook his head and wrapped his arms a little tighter around her waist, bringing her straight up against his body as he floated in the air, upright, almost like they were dancing in the moonlit sky. Chest to chest, face to face, he couldn't imagine holding anyone else like this, ever. It would always be Lois.

"You'll always be first Lois." he whispered in her ear and he noticed her shiver. "Are you cold? We can go back…"

"No! No, I'm wonderful. This is…" she blinked shook her head. "This is so amazing." Then she said seriously. "Just don't you dare drop me. I know how clumsy you can be."

He laughed. "I would never drop you Lois, mostly because I wouldn't hear the end of it."

She laughed and nodded but then fell quiet again as she stared at the stars in the sky. "It's so beautiful up here."

But he wasn't looking at the sky, the beauty he was looking at was in his arms. "You know I love you, right?"

That brought her attention back to him with a snap. "Of course I do. What brought that on?"

"I've just been doing a lot of thinking lately. Living with you these past few months has been so great and I've never had so much fun. And after what happened with Oliver, when you lost your memory of who I really was, it kinda put things into perspective for me. It made me realise that I don't want to go on living a lie with you. That I want to share everything and anything with you."

She moved one of her hands up to his face, the other still keeping a knuckle white grip on his arm. "I want that too. Sometimes it feels weird to have someone to talk to about just anything. I didn't really have any friends that I could do that with when I was younger. But you, you changed the way I saw people and for that I am grateful because I was severely jaded when it came to us humans."

"No you weren't," he replied, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. "I know you think you hide your feelings pretty well, that people won't ever know what's really going on inside, but I do. I see what's in there Lois." He placed his hand over her heart.

"You're the only one who does." she admitted and he knew it took a lot for her to so. But that was how she was with him. How he was with her. Together they just made so much sense.

"And I love you too Smallville."

"I know." He paused and let go of her with one arm.

"Clark!" she shrieked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"Calm down Lois, I won't drop you, I swear." He reached into his pocket and fished out the little box that had been burning a hole in there all day. She saw it and gasped.

"Lois…" he croaked, because his throat had gone really dry and all of a sudden he felt so nervous. He drew in a steely breath and stared into her hazel eyes. "Lois Lane, will you marry me?"

"You couldn't have asked me that on the safe ground?" she retorted, shocking him slightly. Then her face broke into the biggest smile he'd ever seen on her. "Of course I'll marry you Clark."

"Wow, that was easier than I thought." he murmured, mostly to himself, but she'd heard it anyway.

"Excuse me, what did you think I was going to say?" When he shrugged, she scoffed, looking mildly offended and punched him in the shoulder, but with his other hand still holding the ring, she slipped from his grasp.

Her scream rang through his ears as she began falling, but he swooped down and caught her a second later. In the safety of his arms, her gasps started slowing as he lowered them both back to the ground.

But when he put her down, her face had gone pale and she was visibly shaking. His own heart was beating fast enough too, he knew he would catch her but still, it was pretty scary.

"Lois, I'm so sorry. Are you alright?"

"You said you wouldn't drop me." she gasped.

"Well, in all fairness Lois, punching me in the middle of the sky is probably not the best idea…" he trailed off at her glare and fell quiet.

"You jerk!" she yelled, but her face wasn't as angry as her voice.

He held the box out to her again, putting on his best pleading face that he knew she could never resist. "Will you still marry me?"

She stared at him for a few moments, then at the ring, then she crossed her arms and tilted her head at him, a gleam appearing in her eyes. "Maybe. But only if you promise to take me flying again. Without dropping me this time."

Well, that surprised him. He thought for sure she would never want to go flying with him again. "I did catch you Lois. But I promise that I will never, ever drop you again." He stepped forward and took her left hand in his. "But you know I'll always catch

"I know you will." she replied, but she was smiling again as she held out her left hand.

"I love you so much, Lois. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Only you." He stared into her eyes as he slipped the ring onto her finger.

Her own gaze was glued to his, her smile widening as tears appeared. "That sounds like a great idea. I love you too, Smallville."

She couldn't believe it. Clark had proposed to her. And she'd said yes. Lois Lane was going to marry Clark Kent. And nothing in the world had ever felt so right.

The End