{Stopping It. Chapter 1}
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Title: Stopping It
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lois, probably others later
Rating: We'll say T for brief language and violence
Spoilers: through 8x05, Committed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Superman or these characters, I'm not making any money here, etc. etc.
Summary: Clark and Lois have to say the world, but to do it they'll need to confront their future together.
Author's Note: The idea for this story came from a meme I did which brought forth the prompt Clark/Lois / Clark/Lois. I've read a few stories in the past that have dealt with Clois in multiple verses or ages, but I've tried to make this different and completely my own. This is also my first official shot at writing Clois, but God knows I've read enough of it over the years to have some idea of what I'm doing. Also, many thanks to![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
svgurl for betaing this. Enjoy!
Chapter One
Lois Lane was snooping. This was not an unusual occurrence, but she wasn’t used to snooping around the Kent farm. Usually the snoop treatment was reserved for Luthorcorp or the like, not the home of a family that had been so kind to Lois. But Lois Lane was not an idiot. It wasn’t something people accused her of being very often, but if Clark Kent thought she’d never noticed that he was different somehow, then either that was a masked insult or he was just dumb. And Lois didn’t think Clark was dumb. And after being left all alone when she had only turned her back for a split second for the five hundredth, Lois had enough.
Really, all of this wouldn’t have mattered very much if Lois hadn’t recently admitted to herself that she was falling for Clark. Which was an idea that didn’t very well with her. Because it was Clark—Smallville. Just some bumbling farm boy who was an annoyingly sincere do-gooder. But then he had to go and get that job at the Planet and wear those suits and be so sweet to her all the time. So she was falling in love with him, making the mistake others had made before her, only to get their hearts stomped on one way or another. But she couldn’t help it. And she just wanted to know what it was that he felt he couldn’t tell her. It really wasn’t that big of a deal—so he was a meteor freak, so what? She would still be falling in love with him.
And so now she was here, in the Kent family barn, looking at a cupboard that she supposed had always been there but she’d never paid much attention to before. It was locked. The Kents were pretty trusting people; they didn’t usually use locks, especially such heavy duty ones, on things as things as mundane as a metal cupboard in their barn. So if the incredibly sweet, if sometimes annoying, son of one of the nicest couples Lois had ever met was hiding something, Lois was pretty sure the answers would be inside this cupboard. She had to get inside of it. This would not be a problem; she was Lois Lane and she was in a barn. Looking around, she found a pair of weed clippers. Within seconds, the lock was broken and Lois had the doors opened.
What Lois saw inside were not the kinds of things she was accustomed to seeing around the farm. There was a huge dagger, some weird disc like thing in the shape of an octagon, some kind of crystal and a whole mess of writing in what Lois recognized as the same language that could be found on the walls of the Kawache cave. What was it all doing here? For a meteor freak, Clark had a lot of weird things hidden here. Lois picked up the octagonal disc to inspect it.
“Lois?” Shit! Clark was home! Lois was going to be caught red handed. Usually, when snooping, Lois was able to keep a clear head but this was just too strange. She panicked. Leaving the door of the cupboard open and without dropping the disc, she ran towards the loft, where Clark’d only corner her more easily.
“Lois? I know you’re in here. I saw your car in the driveway.” Clark made it to the top of the stairs and saw her standing in his loft, a slight smile growing on his lips. But as his eyes traveled down and saw the disc in her hand, the smile disappeared. It was replaced with a look that was at once terrified and angry. “What are you doing with that?” he asked, maybe a bit too forcefully.
Lois glanced at the disc embarrassedly, trying to play it off like she had no idea how it had gotten into her hands. She held it up. “What, this?” she asked “I…I don’t know…”
“You’ve been going through my things. That cupboard was locked, Lois!” Clark took a few steps forward. Lois wasn’t sure what to make of the look on his face as he reached out to take the disc from her. Lois hadn’t let go when he grasped it and as soon as he did the world around the two of them slipped away. The barn loft was replaced by a scene that was at once familiar and completely foreign to both of them.
They were standing in Metropolis, just outside the Daily Planet, that much was clear. But the usually bustling city was eerily quiet. There were cracks in the street and the famous, iconic globe that usually sat atop the fortieth floor of the building in front of them now sat on the ground next to them in several pieces. There had obviously been some kind of earthquake. On the ground amidst the rubble lay a copy of the Daily Planet. “LUTHORCORP SHUTS DOWN AFTER CREATING SUPERVACCINE—reported by Clark Kent and Lois Lane.” The date on the paper said it was April 23, 2037.
But that wasn’t all. Looking around them, Lois and Clark saw the bodies of many people, some they knew, and some they didn’t yet, lying on the ground. Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Chloe Sullivan, Bart Allen, Victor Stone, Arthur Curry, Lana Lang—all of them dead. There were others, too. A beautiful brunette in red, white and blue and a guy in what looked like a bat costume.
And right in the middle of the street lay two more bodies. Clark Kent himself, about thirty years older than his living counterpart and clad in a ridiculous red, blue and yellow outfit complete with tights and a cape, with (the living Clark shuddered to see) a slab of green kryptonite stuck in his side and his blood running down his legs and unto the street. And on top of him lay an older Lois, who looked like she had died crying.
Just above that ghastly sight, on a slightly raised piece of broken pavement, stood a bald man in a long black trench coat with his back to them. He turned to set his eyes on the two newcomers.
“Lex?” Clark asked, his mind reeling. It was just too much.
“Oh my God,” Lois murmured.
“My name is Zod.” The man in Lex’s body informed them.
Clark was psyching himself up for a fight as again the world around them faded. But they were not returned to the barn. Instead, they found themselves hanging in stasis, a bright, white light all around them. A voice spoke that was unfamiliar to Lois, but which Clark knew to belong to his father.
“You two have got to stop it.”
Next chapter.
Title: Stopping It
Fandom: Smallville
Pairing: Clark/Lois, probably others later
Rating: We'll say T for brief language and violence
Spoilers: through 8x05, Committed.
Disclaimer: I don't own Smallville or Superman or these characters, I'm not making any money here, etc. etc.
Summary: Clark and Lois have to say the world, but to do it they'll need to confront their future together.
Author's Note: The idea for this story came from a meme I did which brought forth the prompt Clark/Lois / Clark/Lois. I've read a few stories in the past that have dealt with Clois in multiple verses or ages, but I've tried to make this different and completely my own. This is also my first official shot at writing Clois, but God knows I've read enough of it over the years to have some idea of what I'm doing. Also, many thanks to
svgurl for betaing this. Enjoy!Chapter One
Lois Lane was snooping. This was not an unusual occurrence, but she wasn’t used to snooping around the Kent farm. Usually the snoop treatment was reserved for Luthorcorp or the like, not the home of a family that had been so kind to Lois. But Lois Lane was not an idiot. It wasn’t something people accused her of being very often, but if Clark Kent thought she’d never noticed that he was different somehow, then either that was a masked insult or he was just dumb. And Lois didn’t think Clark was dumb. And after being left all alone when she had only turned her back for a split second for the five hundredth, Lois had enough.
Really, all of this wouldn’t have mattered very much if Lois hadn’t recently admitted to herself that she was falling for Clark. Which was an idea that didn’t very well with her. Because it was Clark—Smallville. Just some bumbling farm boy who was an annoyingly sincere do-gooder. But then he had to go and get that job at the Planet and wear those suits and be so sweet to her all the time. So she was falling in love with him, making the mistake others had made before her, only to get their hearts stomped on one way or another. But she couldn’t help it. And she just wanted to know what it was that he felt he couldn’t tell her. It really wasn’t that big of a deal—so he was a meteor freak, so what? She would still be falling in love with him.
And so now she was here, in the Kent family barn, looking at a cupboard that she supposed had always been there but she’d never paid much attention to before. It was locked. The Kents were pretty trusting people; they didn’t usually use locks, especially such heavy duty ones, on things as things as mundane as a metal cupboard in their barn. So if the incredibly sweet, if sometimes annoying, son of one of the nicest couples Lois had ever met was hiding something, Lois was pretty sure the answers would be inside this cupboard. She had to get inside of it. This would not be a problem; she was Lois Lane and she was in a barn. Looking around, she found a pair of weed clippers. Within seconds, the lock was broken and Lois had the doors opened.
What Lois saw inside were not the kinds of things she was accustomed to seeing around the farm. There was a huge dagger, some weird disc like thing in the shape of an octagon, some kind of crystal and a whole mess of writing in what Lois recognized as the same language that could be found on the walls of the Kawache cave. What was it all doing here? For a meteor freak, Clark had a lot of weird things hidden here. Lois picked up the octagonal disc to inspect it.
“Lois?” Shit! Clark was home! Lois was going to be caught red handed. Usually, when snooping, Lois was able to keep a clear head but this was just too strange. She panicked. Leaving the door of the cupboard open and without dropping the disc, she ran towards the loft, where Clark’d only corner her more easily.
“Lois? I know you’re in here. I saw your car in the driveway.” Clark made it to the top of the stairs and saw her standing in his loft, a slight smile growing on his lips. But as his eyes traveled down and saw the disc in her hand, the smile disappeared. It was replaced with a look that was at once terrified and angry. “What are you doing with that?” he asked, maybe a bit too forcefully.
Lois glanced at the disc embarrassedly, trying to play it off like she had no idea how it had gotten into her hands. She held it up. “What, this?” she asked “I…I don’t know…”
“You’ve been going through my things. That cupboard was locked, Lois!” Clark took a few steps forward. Lois wasn’t sure what to make of the look on his face as he reached out to take the disc from her. Lois hadn’t let go when he grasped it and as soon as he did the world around the two of them slipped away. The barn loft was replaced by a scene that was at once familiar and completely foreign to both of them.
They were standing in Metropolis, just outside the Daily Planet, that much was clear. But the usually bustling city was eerily quiet. There were cracks in the street and the famous, iconic globe that usually sat atop the fortieth floor of the building in front of them now sat on the ground next to them in several pieces. There had obviously been some kind of earthquake. On the ground amidst the rubble lay a copy of the Daily Planet. “LUTHORCORP SHUTS DOWN AFTER CREATING SUPERVACCINE—reported by Clark Kent and Lois Lane.” The date on the paper said it was April 23, 2037.
But that wasn’t all. Looking around them, Lois and Clark saw the bodies of many people, some they knew, and some they didn’t yet, lying on the ground. Oliver Queen, Dinah Lance, Chloe Sullivan, Bart Allen, Victor Stone, Arthur Curry, Lana Lang—all of them dead. There were others, too. A beautiful brunette in red, white and blue and a guy in what looked like a bat costume.
And right in the middle of the street lay two more bodies. Clark Kent himself, about thirty years older than his living counterpart and clad in a ridiculous red, blue and yellow outfit complete with tights and a cape, with (the living Clark shuddered to see) a slab of green kryptonite stuck in his side and his blood running down his legs and unto the street. And on top of him lay an older Lois, who looked like she had died crying.
Just above that ghastly sight, on a slightly raised piece of broken pavement, stood a bald man in a long black trench coat with his back to them. He turned to set his eyes on the two newcomers.
“Lex?” Clark asked, his mind reeling. It was just too much.
“Oh my God,” Lois murmured.
“My name is Zod.” The man in Lex’s body informed them.
Clark was psyching himself up for a fight as again the world around them faded. But they were not returned to the barn. Instead, they found themselves hanging in stasis, a bright, white light all around them. A voice spoke that was unfamiliar to Lois, but which Clark knew to belong to his father.
“You two have got to stop it.”
Next chapter.
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:15 am (UTC)THIS IS SO AMAZINGLY FANTASTIC.
I DO WANT MOAR NAOW, PLZKTHNX.
This is such an awesome story, love! Very good!
I can't wait till the later installments ^-^
*doesn't think she can wait*
:D
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:25 am (UTC)It is really much appreciated.
I'll work on getting the second chapter up asap.
♥
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:27 am (UTC)I know I've told you before but this is wonderful!
And you should consider crossposting to
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:33 am (UTC)Yeah, I'll post it there. So far I've only put it on
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Date: 2008-10-22 01:10 am (UTC)Thanks so much for this, & I can't wait to see where it goes. :)
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Date: 2008-10-22 01:47 am (UTC)I'm working on an update, but I should be working (ohhh shit) it should be up within the next couple days.
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Date: 2008-10-22 03:38 am (UTC)thanks a lot! ♥
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Date: 2008-10-22 02:31 pm (UTC)thanks!
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Date: 2008-10-22 12:35 pm (UTC)And yeah, I'm hooked in now darn you!
And I sooooo love Clois! But then I'm a sucker for cannon ships. :)
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Date: 2008-10-22 02:30 pm (UTC):D
I love me some canon ships too.
thank you!!! ♥
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Date: 2008-10-26 07:13 pm (UTC)YOu have to keep this up; I can't stand the suspence!
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Date: 2008-11-02 01:50 am (UTC)the gist: i lose for not reading smallville fic sooner, you WIN for writing such an AMAZING fic and its only just begun!
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Date: 2008-11-03 08:33 pm (UTC)*slams fourhead on desk*
One chapter in and already this is an amazing fic!
*runs to read the next chapter*
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