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This is a mostly lighthearted fan fic for CLois fans. It's not really a part of my Beyond Smallville series, but I thought after my dark fics "Time Shards 2: Rise of the Arcanah", and "Edge of Darkness", I should lighten it up a bit.
PG - Romantic Comedy
Guests: Martha Kent, Lana Lang, Kara, and the mystery girl.
All's Fair in Love... part 1
Scene: Kent Farmhouse: 2009
Inspired by the episode “Identity”
Lois Lane had curled up next to Clark on the warm, comfortable couch within the family den. She’d fallen asleep watching the late news with him. She was particularly interested in the red and blue blur story that had aired. Late breaking news, they called it.
Jimmy Olsen, of all people, had snapped the alleged red and blue blur photograph. To lend credence to the story, that night, the blur had saved Jimmy from a mugger. Oliver Queen, doing a favor for Clark, had been disguised as the urban superhero, tacky cape and all.
Clark had saved Lois from a speeding car earlier in the day in front of Jimmy, enabling him to snap the picture. He chastised himself for being sloppy, but what else was Clark to do? Lois hadn’t been paying attention, after confronting a mugger she’d fallen backwards into the street.
The blur, Clark, had appeared in the photo with one hand on Lois. Jimmy and Lois had spent all day trying to improve the photo resolution, and fortunately for Clark, they’d had no luck. He was tempted to simply melt Jimmy’s photograph with his heat vision, but had experienced a change of heart.
Clark was growing weary of the whole ‘hidden secret’ issue. Destroying Jimmy’s evidence had appealed to him, and would’ve been exceedingly simple to accomplish. By allowing the photo to make the front page of the Daily Planet, Clark had invented his new identity.
The red and blue blur was born. Lois had told Clark straight up that she wouldn’t rest until she’d discovered the true nature of the heroic red and blue blur. He’d had no reason to doubt her resolve. The only hope Clark held onto now was to distract Lois any way he can from the subject, any way!
One avenue was to keep in Lois’s face as much as possible. This would try Clark’s patience on a daily basis. He’d offered the eager young journalist a room in his parent’s house. Amazingly, she’d taken him up on it.
Shelby / Krypto began barking excitedly as the kitchen door opened. Clark awakened, startled by the specter of Lois draped across his chest, snoozing happily. In the doorway stood Senator Martha Kent! She’d returned from Washington D.C., baggage in hand.
“Mom?” The young alien superhero wondered if he was still dreaming. Reflexively, Clark x-rayed his mother to make sure that she wasn’t another trick of Brainiac. Lois’s big brown eyes fluttered open. “Martha?” She croaked, casting Clark a puzzled glance, as she pushed up off of Clark’s chest.
Now that they were both over twenty-one, Martha hadn’t questioned Lois and Clark’s living arrangements. In fact, Martha was glad that they were both getting along. Lois had saved Martha’s life, and she’d returned the favor, over the last three years.
Lois had been living with Clark for over a month now. She eagerly stockpiled pieces of her salary from the Planet, in hopes of getting her own condo in Metropolis near work. Clark had just begun working at the Daily Planet at Lois’s suggestion. Martha, of course, had kept tabs on them.
“Uh…morning, Smallville.” Lois said sheepishly as she sat up, stretching leisurely. Clark smirked. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” He asked. “Like the proverbial baby.” Lois responded.
“It must have been all this fresh country air, livestock related aromas not included.” She quipped. Clark got up and helped his mother with the luggage, as Lois stood nearby, wiping the night’s sleep from her eyes. She quickly checked to make sure that she was fully dressed. No problem! She mused.
“Mom, why didn’t you call? We’d have come to pick you up from Metropolis International.” Clark asked as he began toting the suitcases towards the stairs. “I didn’t want to bother you. It was the redeye flight after all. I just took a cab, putting our tax dollars back into the economy.” She gibed.
Lois greeted Martha with a hug. “How are you? By the way, congratulations on landing the job at the Daily Planet, you too, Clark.” Lois grinned. “Thanks, Mrs. K. Can’t complain too much.” She added. “Clark’s been keeping me out of trouble for the most part.” She quipped. “Like a mother hen…”
Martha cast her a sly grin. “So, are you two…?” She let the question hang in the air purposely to get a reaction out of Clark, who immediately flushed. “Uh…me and Clark? Not really.” Lois sounded disappointed, shocking Clark. “No!” He added emphatically. Lois winced.
“Relax, Smallville. Our little domestic partnership will end soon. I’m just watching my pennies until I can get a place in Metropolis.” Lois rambled. “There’s nothing wrong with your spread, I just thought it would be nice to live somewhere without cows in it. The commute’s a nightmare.”
“At least Clark and I have been carpooling. That cuts our travel expenses in half, especially at these current gas prices.” Martha glanced around warily. “Where’s my lovely niece these days?” She asked. “Kara flies in and out a lot.” Clark quipped. “I can’t keep track of her.”
Martha cast him a knowing smile. “Yeah, teenagers! What’re you gonna do?” Lois put in as she absently put on a fresh pot of coffee. “I figure since she hasn’t called us for bail money, she’s doing all right.” Lois muttered, suddenly realizing her faux pas. “Oh sorry…you know how I am before I have my first cup of java.” Martha dismissed her comments with a wave.
Clark zipped the luggage upstairs and returned, startling Lois, who’d briefly closed her eyes. He quickly hovered around her, gathering the coffee mugs and tossing out the leftover pizza from last night. “Hey, Clark, how come you don’t smell ratty in the morning like other guys?” She grumbled.
“Because I took a shower late last night.” He defended, making Martha smirk. “You did?” Lois was stunned. “Why didn’t you just shuffle me off to bed, instead of letting me drape myself over you like a blanket?” Clark really didn’t think his comments through. “You looked so peaceful, snoozing away, that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Aww! That’s sweet! Isn’t he sweet?” Lois gushed as she poured Martha a cup of coffee. “Do you know that he always puts the toilet seat down?” She added, specifically to irritate Clark. “That’s my boy!” Martha quipped as Clark reddened. “Geez Clark, what are you, a space alien?” Lois teased.
Martha and Clark exchanged surprised glances. “I mean your house is spotless, the clothes are clean and folded, and the dishes are always put away.” Lois continued to ride him. “It’s like, unreal. You’re totally the opposite of every other guy on the planet.” She took a lengthy sip of coffee.
“I guess I just have too much time on my hands.” Clark commented dryly. “Plus, when Kara is here, she helps out.” Martha took a seat opposite Lois at the kitchen table as Clark fed Shelby/Krypto.
Clark was getting used to having Lois around. It had been weird so far, after Lana, and then Laura Lake, but in his mind, things were starting to settle down in his life.
“So what brings you back home, Mom? Just need some down time?” Clark asked pleasantly. “Yes, definitely, son. That, and the fact that the annual Smallville Harvest Fair begins this week.” Martha replied. “You mean to tell me that you gave up cocktail parties with the Washington D.C. insiders, movers and shakers, and political wanna bees to come back for a festival in Podunk?” Lois scoffed.
“That’s exactly it, Lois.” Martha smiled broadly. “Good for you!” Lois gave her a mock cheer. “After all that hot air in D.C. the fresh, cool air of Smallville has a certain appeal.” Martha smirked as Clark laughed. “Really, that’s great, Martha.” Lois sucked up. “I’m glad you stay in touch with your roots.”
“It ought to go a long way towards showing the voters that you care about Middle America.” Lois added as she poured everyone a second cup of coffee. “That’s the point, I guess.” Martha sighed tiredly. “It’s no secret that the country’s in a major mess. The recession, horrible gas prices, job losses, frankly kids, it’s a nightmare.”
“Every Pol on the Hill was hightailing it home to get back in touch with the common people. At least that was the official Party Line.” Martha had become more jaded over time. “For me, personally, I missed you guys and my darling niece. If I can do both, spend quality time here, and do some good work at the same time, it’s to my benefit. It’s a struggle though. We all fight battles in our own way.”
Martha explicitly looked at Clark, who nodded. “Dad always loved the Harvest Fair.” He added, as everyone took a moment of silence to remember Jonathan Kent. “Damn it, Clark!” Lois slammed her fist into her hand. “We’re going to have a great Harvest Fair in Jonathan’s honor!”
Martha’s eyes widened. “Lois, what do you know about county fairs?” Clark asked with a wry grin. “Hey, don’t knock it, Smallville. I can party with the best of them!” She responded excitedly. “We’ll have to get organized. What do we have to do, show cows? Bake pies? Parade our hogs?” Lois rambled eagerly as the second cup of coffee kicked in.
“Uh, Lois, we don’t have any hogs.” Clark deadpanned. “Chickens! We have to display the chickens, right?” Lois guessed, making Martha chuckle. “Actually, all we have to do is display our wares, and price them accordingly. It’s more of a local business promotion than anything.”
“Hey, I’ll display my wares…” Lois began before she realized how that sounded. “That will get everyone interested!” Clark laughed heartily as Martha cracked up. “Yeah, or get you arrested.” She threw in, as Lois reddened. “The Best of Whitesnake Collection, Def Leppard, and Bon Jovi CDs hardly qualify as wares, Lois.” Clark quipped as Lois folded her arms.
“Mock me now, Smallville, but I can kick my heels up with the best of them. Yee Haw!” She did a few quick line-dancing steps to illustrate her point. Clark shook his head, and snickered. “Lois, you are one of a kind!” He praised, as she did a nice low spin move. “Don’t you ever forget it!”
“Lois, I applaud your enthusiasm, but I don’t see how…” Martha began before Clark interrupted. “Mom, she could run the Talon’s coffee booth.” He suggested. “The Talon? Doesn’t that put me in league with the Prince of Darkness, meaning Lex?” Lois asked with concern.
“Kind of.” Clark said. “But the fact remains that the Talon is an integral part of the local business community.” Martha nodded, adding: “Clark’s right, honey. Despite Lex, people count on the Talon for jobs, and more importantly, making business connections.”
“Besides, Kara’s going to defend her Miss Creamed Corn title!” Clark joked. “It’ll be fun.” After all they’d been through, Lois had to admit that she and Clark could use a break.
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PG - Romantic Comedy
Guests: Martha Kent, Lana Lang, Kara, and the mystery girl.
All's Fair in Love... part 1
Scene: Kent Farmhouse: 2009
Inspired by the episode “Identity”
Lois Lane had curled up next to Clark on the warm, comfortable couch within the family den. She’d fallen asleep watching the late news with him. She was particularly interested in the red and blue blur story that had aired. Late breaking news, they called it.
Jimmy Olsen, of all people, had snapped the alleged red and blue blur photograph. To lend credence to the story, that night, the blur had saved Jimmy from a mugger. Oliver Queen, doing a favor for Clark, had been disguised as the urban superhero, tacky cape and all.
Clark had saved Lois from a speeding car earlier in the day in front of Jimmy, enabling him to snap the picture. He chastised himself for being sloppy, but what else was Clark to do? Lois hadn’t been paying attention, after confronting a mugger she’d fallen backwards into the street.
The blur, Clark, had appeared in the photo with one hand on Lois. Jimmy and Lois had spent all day trying to improve the photo resolution, and fortunately for Clark, they’d had no luck. He was tempted to simply melt Jimmy’s photograph with his heat vision, but had experienced a change of heart.
Clark was growing weary of the whole ‘hidden secret’ issue. Destroying Jimmy’s evidence had appealed to him, and would’ve been exceedingly simple to accomplish. By allowing the photo to make the front page of the Daily Planet, Clark had invented his new identity.
The red and blue blur was born. Lois had told Clark straight up that she wouldn’t rest until she’d discovered the true nature of the heroic red and blue blur. He’d had no reason to doubt her resolve. The only hope Clark held onto now was to distract Lois any way he can from the subject, any way!
One avenue was to keep in Lois’s face as much as possible. This would try Clark’s patience on a daily basis. He’d offered the eager young journalist a room in his parent’s house. Amazingly, she’d taken him up on it.
Shelby / Krypto began barking excitedly as the kitchen door opened. Clark awakened, startled by the specter of Lois draped across his chest, snoozing happily. In the doorway stood Senator Martha Kent! She’d returned from Washington D.C., baggage in hand.
“Mom?” The young alien superhero wondered if he was still dreaming. Reflexively, Clark x-rayed his mother to make sure that she wasn’t another trick of Brainiac. Lois’s big brown eyes fluttered open. “Martha?” She croaked, casting Clark a puzzled glance, as she pushed up off of Clark’s chest.
Now that they were both over twenty-one, Martha hadn’t questioned Lois and Clark’s living arrangements. In fact, Martha was glad that they were both getting along. Lois had saved Martha’s life, and she’d returned the favor, over the last three years.
Lois had been living with Clark for over a month now. She eagerly stockpiled pieces of her salary from the Planet, in hopes of getting her own condo in Metropolis near work. Clark had just begun working at the Daily Planet at Lois’s suggestion. Martha, of course, had kept tabs on them.
“Uh…morning, Smallville.” Lois said sheepishly as she sat up, stretching leisurely. Clark smirked. “Morning. Did you sleep well?” He asked. “Like the proverbial baby.” Lois responded.
“It must have been all this fresh country air, livestock related aromas not included.” She quipped. Clark got up and helped his mother with the luggage, as Lois stood nearby, wiping the night’s sleep from her eyes. She quickly checked to make sure that she was fully dressed. No problem! She mused.
“Mom, why didn’t you call? We’d have come to pick you up from Metropolis International.” Clark asked as he began toting the suitcases towards the stairs. “I didn’t want to bother you. It was the redeye flight after all. I just took a cab, putting our tax dollars back into the economy.” She gibed.
Lois greeted Martha with a hug. “How are you? By the way, congratulations on landing the job at the Daily Planet, you too, Clark.” Lois grinned. “Thanks, Mrs. K. Can’t complain too much.” She added. “Clark’s been keeping me out of trouble for the most part.” She quipped. “Like a mother hen…”
Martha cast her a sly grin. “So, are you two…?” She let the question hang in the air purposely to get a reaction out of Clark, who immediately flushed. “Uh…me and Clark? Not really.” Lois sounded disappointed, shocking Clark. “No!” He added emphatically. Lois winced.
“Relax, Smallville. Our little domestic partnership will end soon. I’m just watching my pennies until I can get a place in Metropolis.” Lois rambled. “There’s nothing wrong with your spread, I just thought it would be nice to live somewhere without cows in it. The commute’s a nightmare.”
“At least Clark and I have been carpooling. That cuts our travel expenses in half, especially at these current gas prices.” Martha glanced around warily. “Where’s my lovely niece these days?” She asked. “Kara flies in and out a lot.” Clark quipped. “I can’t keep track of her.”
Martha cast him a knowing smile. “Yeah, teenagers! What’re you gonna do?” Lois put in as she absently put on a fresh pot of coffee. “I figure since she hasn’t called us for bail money, she’s doing all right.” Lois muttered, suddenly realizing her faux pas. “Oh sorry…you know how I am before I have my first cup of java.” Martha dismissed her comments with a wave.
Clark zipped the luggage upstairs and returned, startling Lois, who’d briefly closed her eyes. He quickly hovered around her, gathering the coffee mugs and tossing out the leftover pizza from last night. “Hey, Clark, how come you don’t smell ratty in the morning like other guys?” She grumbled.
“Because I took a shower late last night.” He defended, making Martha smirk. “You did?” Lois was stunned. “Why didn’t you just shuffle me off to bed, instead of letting me drape myself over you like a blanket?” Clark really didn’t think his comments through. “You looked so peaceful, snoozing away, that I didn’t want to disturb you.”
“Aww! That’s sweet! Isn’t he sweet?” Lois gushed as she poured Martha a cup of coffee. “Do you know that he always puts the toilet seat down?” She added, specifically to irritate Clark. “That’s my boy!” Martha quipped as Clark reddened. “Geez Clark, what are you, a space alien?” Lois teased.
Martha and Clark exchanged surprised glances. “I mean your house is spotless, the clothes are clean and folded, and the dishes are always put away.” Lois continued to ride him. “It’s like, unreal. You’re totally the opposite of every other guy on the planet.” She took a lengthy sip of coffee.
“I guess I just have too much time on my hands.” Clark commented dryly. “Plus, when Kara is here, she helps out.” Martha took a seat opposite Lois at the kitchen table as Clark fed Shelby/Krypto.
Clark was getting used to having Lois around. It had been weird so far, after Lana, and then Laura Lake, but in his mind, things were starting to settle down in his life.
“So what brings you back home, Mom? Just need some down time?” Clark asked pleasantly. “Yes, definitely, son. That, and the fact that the annual Smallville Harvest Fair begins this week.” Martha replied. “You mean to tell me that you gave up cocktail parties with the Washington D.C. insiders, movers and shakers, and political wanna bees to come back for a festival in Podunk?” Lois scoffed.
“That’s exactly it, Lois.” Martha smiled broadly. “Good for you!” Lois gave her a mock cheer. “After all that hot air in D.C. the fresh, cool air of Smallville has a certain appeal.” Martha smirked as Clark laughed. “Really, that’s great, Martha.” Lois sucked up. “I’m glad you stay in touch with your roots.”
“It ought to go a long way towards showing the voters that you care about Middle America.” Lois added as she poured everyone a second cup of coffee. “That’s the point, I guess.” Martha sighed tiredly. “It’s no secret that the country’s in a major mess. The recession, horrible gas prices, job losses, frankly kids, it’s a nightmare.”
“Every Pol on the Hill was hightailing it home to get back in touch with the common people. At least that was the official Party Line.” Martha had become more jaded over time. “For me, personally, I missed you guys and my darling niece. If I can do both, spend quality time here, and do some good work at the same time, it’s to my benefit. It’s a struggle though. We all fight battles in our own way.”
Martha explicitly looked at Clark, who nodded. “Dad always loved the Harvest Fair.” He added, as everyone took a moment of silence to remember Jonathan Kent. “Damn it, Clark!” Lois slammed her fist into her hand. “We’re going to have a great Harvest Fair in Jonathan’s honor!”
Martha’s eyes widened. “Lois, what do you know about county fairs?” Clark asked with a wry grin. “Hey, don’t knock it, Smallville. I can party with the best of them!” She responded excitedly. “We’ll have to get organized. What do we have to do, show cows? Bake pies? Parade our hogs?” Lois rambled eagerly as the second cup of coffee kicked in.
“Uh, Lois, we don’t have any hogs.” Clark deadpanned. “Chickens! We have to display the chickens, right?” Lois guessed, making Martha chuckle. “Actually, all we have to do is display our wares, and price them accordingly. It’s more of a local business promotion than anything.”
“Hey, I’ll display my wares…” Lois began before she realized how that sounded. “That will get everyone interested!” Clark laughed heartily as Martha cracked up. “Yeah, or get you arrested.” She threw in, as Lois reddened. “The Best of Whitesnake Collection, Def Leppard, and Bon Jovi CDs hardly qualify as wares, Lois.” Clark quipped as Lois folded her arms.
“Mock me now, Smallville, but I can kick my heels up with the best of them. Yee Haw!” She did a few quick line-dancing steps to illustrate her point. Clark shook his head, and snickered. “Lois, you are one of a kind!” He praised, as she did a nice low spin move. “Don’t you ever forget it!”
“Lois, I applaud your enthusiasm, but I don’t see how…” Martha began before Clark interrupted. “Mom, she could run the Talon’s coffee booth.” He suggested. “The Talon? Doesn’t that put me in league with the Prince of Darkness, meaning Lex?” Lois asked with concern.
“Kind of.” Clark said. “But the fact remains that the Talon is an integral part of the local business community.” Martha nodded, adding: “Clark’s right, honey. Despite Lex, people count on the Talon for jobs, and more importantly, making business connections.”
“Besides, Kara’s going to defend her Miss Creamed Corn title!” Clark joked. “It’ll be fun.” After all they’d been through, Lois had to admit that she and Clark could use a break.
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