Trusting Me, Trusting You by Female Hawk.
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comment on Epilogue.When Clark was 21, he, Martha, and Jonathan were captured by Trask. He's not identified as either military or Bureau 39. Seven years later, Lois is an agent guarding Clark, and she's also never identified as military, just part of a secret government agency in this AU.
The countryside slowly became more familiar, calling to him, awakening the person he had once been.
Even after darkness had fallen, he could feel it. There was something about the sounds, the smells, the stars — the very atmosphere — that reached inside him and found affinity there.
Not sure this one counts:
“I won’t,” Lois said, cutting stripes through his heart. “But where you see weakness, I see strength. Where you see disgrace, I see dignity. Where you see shame, I see courage. Where you see defeat, I see tenacity.”
“I would love to eat pie now,” Clark said.
Lois beamed. “Would you like whipped cream or ice cream with it?”
“Ice cream?”
Lois took a knife from the drawer and handed it to Clark. “I’ll get the ice cream; you cut the pie.”
He cut two large pieces and put them into the dishes. Lois added dollops of vanilla ice cream, and they settled at the table.
“And I accept your offer of three months’ leave,” Lois said. “I’m going to do what I should have done in the first place — I’m going away for a long vacation.”
and
Scardino hung up his phone. He had to find a way to let Lois know that she could enjoy her vacation … with … whoever the prisoner had been before Trask had invaded his life.
They reached the belt of sand that stretched in both directions. A few people were scattered on the beach, and a couple of hardy surfers were riding the waves.
He had been driving the Jeep since they’d left the diner after breakfast.
As each mile had passed, she’d been conscious of her rising impatience. Driving steadily west to Kansas was too slow. Too restrictive.
A multi-day road trip had seemed like the ideal solution when she had assumed Clark would need much longer to settle into their relationship. Information — getting it and protecting it — had been the principal currency for most of her life as an agent, but she hadn’t given much thought to the difficulties of being evasive with someone she loved.
Not sure this one counts:
Her responding smile set off fireworks in his heart. She put her small soft hand into his and tightened her grip as she lowered herself onto the mattress. Her hand slid from his grasp, and she collected the remains of their lunch.
“Where are we?” he asked.
“Pennsylvania,” Lois replied. “Just short of the West Virginia border.”
This man isn't further identified as military, although I assumed he was from the context.
A man in a smart military uniform approached them. “Two passengers?” he said.
Eric shook Evan’s hand again. “Look after her,” he muttered.
“My name is Anthony,” the uniformed man said. “I will be your steward on the flight. Come this way, please.”
