PG - 13 - also includes "Nexus" Chapter 11
I don't own any DC Comics or Smallville Characters, my new original characters are Marcus Worthington, Zara Rolfe, and Laura Lake.
Hi everyone, thanks for reading. Here's the beginning of a sequel to Beyond Smallville Evolutions, my most popular fan fic so far! Latent takes place immediately after Chapter 9. It will evolve into a bigger storyline as we go. Thanks. Gardy1
Latent Chapter 10
Lois closed her eyes again, but was breathing normally. Her hands had suffered second-degree burns from contacting the live electrical wires inside Symone.
To Clark’s amazement, her hands healed within seconds, as Lois lay still in the hot afternoon Arizona sunshine.
Clark watched as the three remaining helicopters landed beside the wreckage of the first downed Blackhawk Gunship. His heart pounded as he hoped that no one had been killed or severely injured. Kal glanced once more, before scooping Lois up in his arms and zipping off.
He felt bad about leaving Marcus holding the bag with the Feds, but his snap decision was based on the bigger picture, or the greater good. He couldn’t very well sit there with the Feds and explain that the AI, Symone, had been compromised by an alien intellect named BRAINIAC.
In addition, Clark still had to make sure that Lois was no longer under the influence of the unusually colored kryptonite that Marcus and Zara had dug up. He was still in disbelief that the new kryptonite had been located in South America. How had it ended up there? Who had hidden it?
Clark super-sped Lois back to the resort. She rested comfortably for a while back at the condo. He then called Marcus’s cell phone. “Are you free to talk?” He asked the young billionaire worriedly. “Not completely, Clark. The Feds are furious. I tried to cover our tracks by stating that my robotic experiment went suddenly haywire, and we were in the process of retrieving it.”
“I told them that we had completely missed the sign saying ‘US Government Property: Keep Out’, and that we were sorry and it wouldn’t happen again.” Marcus gazed behind him, to make sure that no one was in a position to overhear.
“I then reminded them of a number of lucrative government contracts that WorthingtonCo was working on, and that they might be in jeopardy if any other issues arose.” Clark rolled his eyes. If only I had that kind of power, he mused, asking: “What about the Blackhawk Helicopter crew?”
Clark shifted nervously as Lois stirred. “They suffered mostly bruised pride, Clark, though there were a couple of minor injuries. We were lucky…very lucky…this time.” Marc added. “I assume that at some point in the near future, you’ll explain exactly what that was all about.”
“Definitely.” Clark said, sighing in relief. “How’s she doing?” Marc inquired. Clark noted that Marcus had carefully left out Lois’s name. She was, in fact, still a public figure. The Feds could easily track her down at the Planet. He, for the moment, was in the clear.
Clark looked over at Lois, who was knocked out. “Okay, I suppose, though the jury’s still out on that.” Marcus flipped the phone to his other ear. “Clark, don’t use the word ‘jury’.” He joked cynically. “Besides, you still owe me for a billion dollar robot.” Superman took the barb in stride.
The situation was still serious. “I have to get back to my…uh…guests. We haven’t discussed how we’ll brush the damaged Blackhawk under the rug.” Marcus said warily. “Hey, thanks for everything. Come again.” The billionaire’s voice dripped with sarcasm, though he was still amazed at the whole ordeal.
“Just teasing.” Marc added. “Seriously though, keep me posted on your companion, and give me a call any time. Good bye.” Clark said simply. “Sorry about all this, bye.” He clicked the phone off. Superman glanced first at Lois, only now realizing what the last words she’d said to him were:
I will never leave you again, Her voice echoed through his mind. Deep down inside, Lois had feelings for him. Yet, how deep were they? Clark had been toying with the idea of a dual identity, and now considered a reason for doing so: Lois’s protection was paramount.
He’d failed to protect everyone at one time or another. It was time to take a decisive role. Lois’s big eyes fluttered open. Clark was glancing down at her as she rested on the couch. “Well, good morning!” He joked. “How do you feel?” He reassuringly patted her arm.
“Like a truck ran over my head!” She quipped. “Ask me again after a few cups of joe. Better make them double espresso’s.” Clark helped her sit up. “What do you remember?” He asked her warily. They needed to have a starting point for whatever came next.
“I was about to rip that mechanical Barbie Doll to shreds…then a bright light, and you hovering over me…some kind of choppers were buzzing about.” Lois recalled. “Lois, you electrocuted yourself by tearing up Symone’s wiring. Marcus was pissed.” Clark needled.
I don't own any DC Comics or Smallville Characters, my new original characters are Marcus Worthington, Zara Rolfe, and Laura Lake.
Hi everyone, thanks for reading. Here's the beginning of a sequel to Beyond Smallville Evolutions, my most popular fan fic so far! Latent takes place immediately after Chapter 9. It will evolve into a bigger storyline as we go. Thanks. Gardy1
Latent Chapter 10
Lois closed her eyes again, but was breathing normally. Her hands had suffered second-degree burns from contacting the live electrical wires inside Symone.
To Clark’s amazement, her hands healed within seconds, as Lois lay still in the hot afternoon Arizona sunshine.
Clark watched as the three remaining helicopters landed beside the wreckage of the first downed Blackhawk Gunship. His heart pounded as he hoped that no one had been killed or severely injured. Kal glanced once more, before scooping Lois up in his arms and zipping off.
He felt bad about leaving Marcus holding the bag with the Feds, but his snap decision was based on the bigger picture, or the greater good. He couldn’t very well sit there with the Feds and explain that the AI, Symone, had been compromised by an alien intellect named BRAINIAC.
In addition, Clark still had to make sure that Lois was no longer under the influence of the unusually colored kryptonite that Marcus and Zara had dug up. He was still in disbelief that the new kryptonite had been located in South America. How had it ended up there? Who had hidden it?
Clark super-sped Lois back to the resort. She rested comfortably for a while back at the condo. He then called Marcus’s cell phone. “Are you free to talk?” He asked the young billionaire worriedly. “Not completely, Clark. The Feds are furious. I tried to cover our tracks by stating that my robotic experiment went suddenly haywire, and we were in the process of retrieving it.”
“I told them that we had completely missed the sign saying ‘US Government Property: Keep Out’, and that we were sorry and it wouldn’t happen again.” Marcus gazed behind him, to make sure that no one was in a position to overhear.
“I then reminded them of a number of lucrative government contracts that WorthingtonCo was working on, and that they might be in jeopardy if any other issues arose.” Clark rolled his eyes. If only I had that kind of power, he mused, asking: “What about the Blackhawk Helicopter crew?”
Clark shifted nervously as Lois stirred. “They suffered mostly bruised pride, Clark, though there were a couple of minor injuries. We were lucky…very lucky…this time.” Marc added. “I assume that at some point in the near future, you’ll explain exactly what that was all about.”
“Definitely.” Clark said, sighing in relief. “How’s she doing?” Marc inquired. Clark noted that Marcus had carefully left out Lois’s name. She was, in fact, still a public figure. The Feds could easily track her down at the Planet. He, for the moment, was in the clear.
Clark looked over at Lois, who was knocked out. “Okay, I suppose, though the jury’s still out on that.” Marcus flipped the phone to his other ear. “Clark, don’t use the word ‘jury’.” He joked cynically. “Besides, you still owe me for a billion dollar robot.” Superman took the barb in stride.
The situation was still serious. “I have to get back to my…uh…guests. We haven’t discussed how we’ll brush the damaged Blackhawk under the rug.” Marcus said warily. “Hey, thanks for everything. Come again.” The billionaire’s voice dripped with sarcasm, though he was still amazed at the whole ordeal.
“Just teasing.” Marc added. “Seriously though, keep me posted on your companion, and give me a call any time. Good bye.” Clark said simply. “Sorry about all this, bye.” He clicked the phone off. Superman glanced first at Lois, only now realizing what the last words she’d said to him were:
I will never leave you again, Her voice echoed through his mind. Deep down inside, Lois had feelings for him. Yet, how deep were they? Clark had been toying with the idea of a dual identity, and now considered a reason for doing so: Lois’s protection was paramount.
He’d failed to protect everyone at one time or another. It was time to take a decisive role. Lois’s big eyes fluttered open. Clark was glancing down at her as she rested on the couch. “Well, good morning!” He joked. “How do you feel?” He reassuringly patted her arm.
“Like a truck ran over my head!” She quipped. “Ask me again after a few cups of joe. Better make them double espresso’s.” Clark helped her sit up. “What do you remember?” He asked her warily. They needed to have a starting point for whatever came next.
“I was about to rip that mechanical Barbie Doll to shreds…then a bright light, and you hovering over me…some kind of choppers were buzzing about.” Lois recalled. “Lois, you electrocuted yourself by tearing up Symone’s wiring. Marcus was pissed.” Clark needled.
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