The New New Adventures of Lois and Clark

By knb110288

A/N: I wanted to write a continuation of what happens between the end of season 10 and what we saw between Lois and Clark in Homecoming. I kind of imagined it as a reworking of the old Dean Cain and Teri Hatcher show, The New Adventures of Lois and Clark, but it's really more Smallville than anything else. Hope you enjoy!

Clark stood nervously at the hostess stand, fidgeting with his red and white striped tie. He straightened it, and then re-straightened it before finally smoothing it down over his dark blue shirt. He had worn the tie that Lois had gotten him last Christmas. She always joked that he looked like a candy cane when he wore it, but it had been a favorite for awhile, because it reminded him of her. The shirt was new, which was surprising because he very rarely bought new clothes, but he figured for a special occasion such as this, it warranted a new shirt and one of his better suits.

He had never been this nervous, but he tried not to let it show. The only way the average passerby would notice that the large man at the hostess stand was in any way nervous was the way he kept adjusting his old-fashioned horn rimmed glasses.

Lois walked into the restaurant, her arm hooked through her father's. She looked like there was anywhere else she'd rather be. Clark grinned at her and she managed a weak smile back. She looked beautiful. She was wearing a red vintage dress. It had a high collar with a low v-cut neckline. Her shoulders were completely bare and the hemline hit right above the knee, flowing loosely around her thighs.

"General Lane, good to see you again sir." Clark extended his hand and the General smiled at him. Lois looked confusedly between the two of them. When was the last time they had seen each other? Like, 7 years ago?

"Good to see you, too, Kent."

Clark smiled at Lois again and she smiled back at him. It was nice seeing her father and her boyfriend getting along.

"We're just waiting for Mom. Her flight got in a little late from D.C. I gave the hostess our names so they can take her to us when she gets here."

Lois unhooked her arm from her father and Clark wrapped his arm around her. He was wearing the cologne she had bought him for his birthday last year. The smell of the cologne and his large, warm, comforting shoulder around her instantly calmed her.

The hostess led them to a table, which was right off of a dance floor. A chandelier hung low over the wood floor. Candles glittered on each of the tables.

"Wow, Clark. I know you wanted to go all out since both of our parents were in town, but I think you really out did yourself. She said to him as he pulled out her chair and she slid into it.

Clark turned to sit in the chair next to her, the one closer to the wall, but found that the General had already slid behind them and plopped himself down next to her. Lois looked up at him apologetically but Clark shrugged and sat down across from her.

The waiter approached the table. "Monsieur and Miss? What can I get you to drink?"

"Uh yes," Clark cleared his throat. "A bottle of champagne, please."

The waiter walked away and the hostess approached again, this time leading Martha Kent.

"Hi all! Sorry I'm late." She grinned happily at all of them and Clark stood up and pulled his mother's chair out for her and she put her hand on his.

"How was the trip, Martha?" Lois asked, leaning forward and putting her elbows on the table.

"It was wonderful. It's so nice to be home. I can't wait to go back to the farm and see the old house."

Lois smiled at Martha. Clark felt something nudge against his leg and jumped a little in his seat.

"You alright, Kent?" The General asked him, narrowing his eyes a little.

"Fine. I'm fine." Clark gave him a tight grin, then glared at his girlfriend as she slid a high heeled foot up his leg, grinning like a cat who had found a bowl of cream.

The waiter returned with the champagne and they all placed their orders.

Dinner went smoother than Clark had expected. Martha was an amazing conversationalist, and she even got the General to open up a little bit. Clark even allowed himself two glasses of champagne. Even though alcohol didn't affect him like it affected the normal person, he still usually only allowed himself to have one drink.

"That was an amazing meal." Martha dropped her napkin next to her plate and leaned back in her chair. Clark lifted the final forkful of his 20 oz. prime rib to his mouth as the General looked at him in awe.

"I don't think I've ever seen a man eat half of an appetizer plus a 20 ouncer and not throw up, Kent."

Clark shrugged and Lois flushed. He knew that she was tipsy. Not drunk, like she'd been the night of Chloe's engagement party, but she was tipsy enough to let her inhibitions come down. Her foot went back to his pant leg and this time he gave her a small smile, then stood up.

"May I have this dance, Lois?" He held out his hand and she took it, beaming up at him.

They walked hand in hand to the dance floor and Clark pulled her close, praying he wouldn't step on her feet.

"Well, this evening turned out well, don't you think?" She asked him, twining her arms about his neck and allowing her fingers to dabble in the hairs at his neck. Her touch set him on fire, but he ignored the pulling feeling in his heart and in other areas and smiled at her.

"The evening's only beginning, Miss Lane." He said, twirling her expertly, just like his mom had shown him and dipping her slightly.

Suddenly, the lights went a little dimmer and a different song began to play. Lois recognized it instantly as the song that Clark had played that night in his barn when they had confessed their love to each other.

She smiled at him again. "Did you request this?"

"Maybe." He said, a slightly devilish grin on his face. Suddenly, he stopped smiling and looked down at her seriously.

"Are you ok, Smallville? You look a little green around the gills." She said, running her hand through his hair again.

He nodded. "Lois. There's something I want to tell you."

"Ok…"She trailed off.

"Lois. I love you so much. But, it's more than a love. You are perfect in every way. You're brash and abrasive and…"

"Wow, thanks Smallville." She said, rolling her eyes.

"No, let me finish. You're passionate and beautiful and understanding and…well, you're everything to me." He pulled away from her. "Lois. When you're gone from my side, it's worse than the time I was shot with a kryptonite bullet. It's a physical ache. I love you." He kneeled down in the middle of the dance floor, and pulled out a ring box.

Lois gasped dramatically. Then glanced furtively around and blushed when she saw that everyone was watching.

"Clark…get up. Please." She said, laughing a little in nervousness.

"No, Lois. Not until you answer my question." He opened the box to reveal the most beautiful ring she'd ever seen. "Will you marry me?"

She gazed down at the ring and her eyes began to well up with tears. She nodded.

Clark grinned up at her. He slid the ring onto her finger, then stood up, wrapping her in a hug so tight she thought that she would burst. He swung her around gleefully and she noticed that there was a smattering of applause. She blushed into his shirt collar.

Martha and the General had rushed out to the dance floor. Lois let go of her now fiancée and wrapped his mother in a huge hug. Clark shook the General's hand and then moved to give his mother a hug as well.

The night ended fairly early, despite the high that all four of the people felt. As they were walking out of the door, Martha pulled Clark aside while the General helped Lois get her coat on.

"Clark. I reserved a hotel room for myself for tonight so I wouldn't have to drive back to Smallville in the dark. I'll see you out at the farm tomorrow morning. You and Lois can have the farm tonight." She said it off handedly, but Clark blushed the same.

"Mom, really that's not necessary…" he said, clearing his throat.

"No, no, I insist. I'll see you tomorrow." Martha stepped away before approaching the General.

"General, will you walk me to my car? Clark volunteered to take Lois back to her apartment in Smallville so you wouldn't have to drive all the way out there. What hotel are you staying at?" She asked, leading him out of the restaurant.

Lois grinned at fiancée, and looped her arm through his. They stepped out into the brisk air. She turned and gazed up into his eyes. He leaned down and pressed his lips to hers, pulling her close.

She slid her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around sensuously. He groaned into her mouth and she grinned.

"We have two options. We can sit in the car for 3 hours to get back to Smallville, or I can super speed us back to the farm." He said the last part eagerly, obviously hoping she would choose the latter.

She smiled devilishly. "Clark. We cannot leave your truck here all night. Let's go, Smallville." She grabbed his hand and dragged him to where his red truck was parked. He allowed himself to be led, reluctantly.

He opened the door for her before sliding into the cabin himself. The engine turned over and Clark cranked the heat up so Lois wouldn't get cold.

She slid across the leather seat, snuggling herself under his arm. He smiled and rubbed his hand up and down her arm.

"Well, did you have a nice time, Miss Lane?" He asked, taking his eyes off of the road to look at her.

She smiled up at him, then held out her left hand, admiring the diamond that glittered on her finger.

"It's beautiful, Smallville. I love it." She rested her hand on his thigh and snuggled into him.

He allowed his mind to wander a bit. He had wanted to propose for awhile, but had wanted to wait to talk to the General before hand. The only other person he had ever even considered proposing to was Lana, and she was so different from Lois, he couldn't imagine being married to anyone but Lois. With Lana, he had always been afraid of breaking her, but with Lois, she was…resilient.

They passed almost the entire ride to Smallville in silence. Lois had fallen asleep on him within 10 minutes of leaving Metropolis. He could tell because her breathing evened out and every so often she would give a little huff or moan and twitch against him.

Clark sighed contentedly. He was the happiest he had been in a long while. Lois and he were going to get married, he had finally learned to fly, Jor-El had finally re-entered the fortress. Yes, life was good.

Things will start to heat up and drama will come, trust me :)