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Story: Chemicals React
Pairing/Characters: Collie, Lexana, Chlimmy, Clois mentions of Lollie & Clana
Rating: R
Disclaimer: don’t own anything
Warning: slash, mentions of m/m sex
Spoilers: through 6x13, Crimson
Summary: My version of Crimson. After Lois kissed him, Clark was infected with red kryptonite, which removed his inhibitions. First stop? Star City!
Previous Chapters: Here

Chapter 8

Opening his eyes, Clark noticed Lois and Chloe hovering over him. What happened? Then it all came rushing back. Lois had come in and the bracelet glowed. He felt as if he was going to be sick.

“Clark?” Chloe asked slowly. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” he said, getting up off the floor.

“You passed out there Smallville,” Lois told him.

“Really Lois?” Clark asked sarcastically, “Here I was thinking I just decided to take a nap on the floor.”

“Clark!” Chloe admonished him.

“No need to be cruel about it,” Lois said. “It’s not my fault you fainted.” If you only knew Lois, Clark thought. Still, he refrained from making any more nasty comments.

He sat on the couch when his cell phone went off. He smiled apologetically at Lois and Chloe and went off to answer it.

“Clark Kent,” he said, once he found some privacy.

“Hey Clark.” It was Oliver.

“Hey, what’s up?” Clark asked.

“Look, about tonight,” Oliver started. “I have to cancel. There’s this business dinner that I have to be at . . .”

“It’s okay,” Clark said, “We can do this another night.”

“I suppose.” Oliver sounded disappointed. “I’ll call you tomorrow and we’ll figure out something.”

“Sounds good to me,” Clark agreed. “Talk to you tomorrow then.”

“Talk to you tomorrow then,” Oliver echoed. Clark hung up and smiled. Part of him was relieved- he had more time to figure out what was going on but another part was disappointed, the part that wanted to get the big conversation over with.

He returned to the living room, where Lois was sitting on the couch, flipping through a magazine.

“Hey Lois,” he said, “Where’s Chloe?”

She looked up at him. “Chloe went to get us some coffee, which includes you. Have a seat Smallville.” Reluctantly, he took the seat next to her. He noticed she looked quite troubled.

“Are you okay Lois?” he asked.

“Clark,” she said, “I need to tell you something.” Now he was worried; she hardly ever called him by his first name anymore, unless something bad happened.

“Go ahead,” he said. “Is everything all right?”

“Everything is fine,” she assured him. She paused for a moment. “Clark, I . . . I lied to you the other day.” He remained silent, allowing her to continue. “When I said I didn’t remember anything about what happened, it was not exactly true.” His eyes widened, in shock. “I had this dream, and when I woke up, I remembered. The coming to your house, giving you the CD, the kiss at the Planet.”

She looked away, not meeting his gaze. “I’m sorry. It’s just, I didn’t want things to be awkward between us.” Clark was not the least bit angry; in fact, his heart went out to Lois.

He knew how she liked to maintain a strong front and that admitting vulnerabilities was very difficult for her.

“Lois,” he sighed. “I have my own confession to make.” He didn’t want to tell her this but he felt the urge to make her feel better. She looked at him. “I remember what happened too.”

She frowned. “Why didn’t you tell me then?”

“I didn’t want to make things awkward either,” he said.

She grinned. “I guess we’re both in the same position then.” He smiled back.

“Smallville, you want to go to dinner tonight?” she said suddenly.

He froze. “Lois . . . are you asking me out?”

“It’s just dinner Smallville,” she said haughtily, “No need to get your shorts in a twist.” But he could hear the underlying nervousness in her voice. Since when was Lois interested in him?

This was a big moment for him. He glanced at the bracelet and the still glowing stone. Chloe had assumed he would never meet his soul mate but here she was, sitting in front of him and now asking him out!

You’re married, a small voice in his head said. To be technical, Oliver had never filed the papers with the City Hall so they weren’t married officially. This was a big opportunity. And Oliver had cancelled that night. And it was just dinner. It wouldn’t hurt, would it?

“You’re not having a heart attack over there are you?” Lois asked, only half joking. “I mean, you’re not going to up and pass out on me again?”

“No, I’m still here,” Clark said quickly. “Sure, Lois, dinner sounds fun.”
She smiled and he could see the relief in her eyes. “Good. I’ll pick you up at 7.”

“Excuse me?” Clark said. “You’ll pick me up?”

“Well I did do the asking Smallville,” she said. “It’s only fair.”

“Fine, but I get to choose the restaurant,” he said.

“Only if you don’t wear that or any of your plaid shirts,” Lois shot back. “I refuse to be seen with you if you’re dressed like your farm boy self.”

“Deal,” he said laughing. “Formal dress code it is.” She raised an eyebrow. “I know a place.”

“What place is this?” Lois quizzed.

“It’s a surprise,” Clark laughed.

“You’re certainly full of them, aren’t you?” Lois teased. He was about to say something when the door opened and Chloe walked in, with a tray of coffee in her hand.

“Need help Chlo?” he asked her. She shook her head.

“This one is for you,” she gave Clark a cup, “And this one is for you.” She then took a sip of the third one. “Coffee is good for the soul.”

Clark laughed and took a sip of his own drink. “Thanks Chloe.”

“No problem,” she said, smiling.

“Yes, thanks Chloe,” Lois added. She grabbed her bag. “Unfortunately, I have to go. Bye Chloe! See you tonight Smallville.” Before anyone could ask, she was out the door.

“See you tonight?” Chloe repeated. “What did she mean by that? I thought you had plans with Oliver!”

“Oliver cancelled,” Clark said. “And Lois asked me out.”

“And you said yes?” Chloe said, bewildered, “May I remind you that you’re married? To her ex?”

“I know Chloe!” Clark said, “But the bracelet, it glowed around her. You said I may never meet my soul mate but Lois is right here!”

Chloe shook her head. “Clark, you know I love you, you’re my best friend but I won’t have you hurting my cousin for a little experiment of yours.”

“It’s not an experiment,” he protested. “And I care about Lois. I would never purposely hurt her. You know that, Chloe. Before anything can be official between me and Oliver, I have to do this. Please understand.”

“What do you think Oliver will say about this?” Chloe demanded. “Clark, it’s not like you to cheat! And since when did my cousin have interest in you?”

Clark closed his eyes, trying to prevent the guilt from overtaking him. “I don’t know, Chloe. Oliver called, and said he was busy. I came out and she just suddenly admitted to remembering what happened the day after Valentine’s day, the kissing and everything! Then she asked me out.”

“And you said yes,” Chloe concluded. “Are you sure you know what you’re doing?”

“I have no clue what I’m doing,” Clark said truthfully. “Chloe, I could’ve taken your advice and gone on, gone back to back to Oliver with little regret. But now that I know its Lois, I’ll always wonder. Now I’ll know.” He said quietly. “I promise, I won’t hurt her . . . or him.”

“I’m assuming you’re not going to tell him about this little date,” Chloe said.

“You assume correctly,” Clark said. “I don’t think he would react very well.”

“I wouldn’t blame him,” he heard Chloe mutter.

“Chloe!” Clark said, in a desperate tone.

“Okay, okay,” Chloe said. “I won’t tell him . . . or her anything. Just . . . be careful Clark. Somehow I think that you’re going to hurt yourself in this process.”

“I’ll be fine Chloe,” Clark told her. He glanced at his watch. “I should go. Have fun on your date with Jimmy.”

“Have fun on yours with Lois,” Chloe said. She was smiling but her eyes expressed concern.

“Bye Chloe,” he said, forcing a smile of his own. He was home in a few minutes. Now what did he have to do?

Oh yes, the restaurant. He made arrangements at a well-known Italian restaurant, calling in a favor. He knew the owner, having saved his life when he was in Metropolis. He wasn’t used to doing this and he realized that he was doing it for Lois, a woman he wasn’t even sure he had feelings for. But this had to be right. He made sure to pick up some flowers too.

Now he had to search his wardrobe for something presentable. He found the perfect outfit and laid it out on his bed. He was relieved his mother wasn’t home because if she found out what he was doing, she would not be happy with him. Everything will be fine, he told himself. But even he wasn’t fully convinced.

He showered and slowly got dressed in his chosen outfit. A dark grey pinstripe dress shirt, black pants and a black jacket to finish it off. He styled his hair and wondered why he was trying to impress Lois. He toyed at the necklace with his wedding ring on it and took it off, leaving it on the table.

At 7:00, he heard Lois’s car pull up so he grabbed the flowers and headed out. He stepped out as Lois exited her car. And then he just stared.

“Like what you see Smallville?” Lois asked playfully. She looked gorgeous, clad in a long black spaghetti strap dress, adorned with a beaded bodice. Even with her high heels, he noticed she was slightly holding the dress up, to keep it from brushing on the ground. Her hair was loose and wavy and pushed to one side of her neck.

“You look beautiful Lois,” Clark told her, handing her the flowers.

“Why thank you,” she said. “And you look pretty good yourself. Seems we can get you out of those farm boy clothes.” She handed him the keys.

He raised an eyebrow and looked at them curiously. “You’re driving,” she explained. “But we’re taking my car. It was ridiculously hard to drive in these shoes.”

“Whatever you say, Lois,” Clark said. “Shall we go?” She nodded and he held the door open for her.

“Such a gentleman,” Lois laughed.

“Of course,” Clark said with a wink. Lois seemed surprised at his bold gesture but one glance in her eyes, he could see she was impressed.

Once on the road, there wasn’t much conversation. “Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” Lois asked.

“I told you it was a surprise,” Clark reminded her.

“Worth a shot,” she said, smiling.

“I’m not parading around Italy naked.” “It was worth a shot.” Clark had to force himself to keep his eyes on the road and his mind off Oliver. However, Clark was finding it to be easier said than done.

Upon arriving at the restaurant, Bella Luna, he felt a thrill at Lois’s expression. This particular restaurant was extremely exclusive and difficult to get reservations for. He opened the door for her and handed the keys to the valet.

As they entered, Lois whispered, “How on earth did you get reservations for this place?”

“Trade secret,” he whispered back, grinning. “I know a guy.”

They reached the concierge and Clark said, “I have a reservation for two, under Clark Kent.”

The host nodded and glanced at his book. A waiter showed up and led them to their table, a cozy booth.

Clark loved the atmosphere. “So Smallville,” Lois teased, “Who did you kill to get these reservations?”

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” he joked. Just then a man showed up and Clark smiled at the familiar face.

“Clark Kent,” he said, “It’s good to see you again. I heard you were here and I had to come and see for myself.”

“Hi Antonio,” Clark laughed. “Thank you so much for squeezing us in on such short notice.” Noticing Lois’s inquisitive expression, he make an introduction. “Antonio, this is my date, Lois Lane. Lois, this is Antonio. He owns this restaurant.”

Lois’s eyes widened but she regained her composure quickly. “It’s very nice to meet you.”

“And you, madam,” Antonio said. “And it was no problem; I was very glad to have you both here.”

“May I ask how you met?” Lois’s reporter instincts were never turned off.

“I’m surprised Clark didn’t tell you,” Antonio laughed. “This man saved my life. He wouldn’t let me do anything at that time. I’m glad to finally have a chance to repay the favor.”

“That sounds just like him,” Lois said. Clark felt self-conscious at the attention.

Clark blushed. “Anyone would’ve done it. I was just in the right place at the right time.”

“I doubt it,” Antonio said. “Well I shall leave you to enjoy your dinner. Enjoy anything on the menu; tonight, your meal is on the house.” He left before Clark could protest. Clark turned his attention back to the menu, knowing fully that Lois’s eyes were trained on him.

“So Lois,” he said, “What looks good to you?”

“Smallville!” Lois said, “How did you not tell me this?”

Clark shrugged. “It’s no big deal.”

She smiled. “It’s a very big deal. But it’s just like you to not make it a big deal.” He could see the admiration in her eyes.

Green eyes met light brown.. “Really, Lois, it’s nothing.”

“Okay,” she said, dropping the subject. “Whatever you say. Speak any Italian?”

He snorted. “Spanish was painful enough in high school. Italian wasn’t even offered.”

“Well,” Lois declared. “It’s lucky that I happened to visit Italy when I was younger. I know enough to survive.”

“I didn’t know that.” Lois Lane was definitely a woman of many talents.

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me Smallville,” she said, with a coy smile. “Anyway, you heard the man . . . dinner is on the house.”

A waiter showed up and Clark was surprised to see he had a bottle of wine in his hands.

“Compliments from Antonio,” he said in a grand voice. Clark was reminded why he didn’t ask for favors; he always felt uncomfortable under the attention.

He poured them two glasses and left the bottle on the table after taking their order.

“This date is going very well so far,” Lois said.

“So it is a date,” he teased. She lightly blushed and Clark was surprised he was able to get a reaction out of the usually stoic Lois Lane.

“I suppose you can call it that,” she said. She lifted her glass. “What do you say, Smallville? A toast?”

He picked his glass up. “What are we toasting?”

“To the beginning of a wonderful night,” she told him.

“To the beginning of a wonderful night,” he echoed. They clicked glasses and Lois smiled at him from across the table.

Too caught up in their own pleasure, neither of them noticed a pair of brown eyes watching them from across the room, full of pain and betrayal.

A/N: *ducks rotten tomatoes* Sorry! I know, it was very evil but please don't kill me. Anyway, if you do, you won't get the end to the story so it's best if you let live! Review! :D

Chapter 9

 

Tags: category: slash, collie, fandom: smallville, fanfic, ship: clark/oliver, story: chemicals react
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