Since meeting that Lois from the other dimension and feeling that instantaneous pull toward her, like a knock on the head, Clark figured he must have only thought he had loved Lana for all those years. Now, almost a year since he last gazed upon Lana’s face, he realized that it had been wrong of him to discount his previous emotional connection. Seeing her again brought forth a flurry of memories and feelings – ten years’ worth – that couldn’t possibly all be his imagination.
Understandable. When you've long since just "bided your time" with someone rather than actively loving said person anyone new can seem to shake that foundation. Whether or not said foundation continues to stand after the shaking is what makes or breaks a true love.
True, by the time Clark had met Lois, he had fallen out of love with Lana and felt himself trapped in a cage unable to escape. Had he only fallen for Lois because she unlocked his potential and set him free?
Doubting the difficulty of Love (gic), Clark? I think you need to remember the Bard's words once again:
"The course of love never did run smooth."
(I think someone, possibly me said this before) but for you two it tends to be a veritable rapids!"
He glanced back to where he had last seen Lois and felt that familiar tug at his heart. No, it had been more than gratitude. There was just something about Lois that made it easier to breathe. Not to mention, she made his blood boil, sometimes in a good way… sometimes not.
Passion, Clark. It's called passion. Something that I don't think you really had for Lana in the same way you do with Lois.
Clark: True.
The tension inside of him snapped, and he started marching back to his partner, wishing he had his powers so that he could whisk her away from them and into the sky.
*Clark figures out he has them and does this*
*Lois's eyes grow to saucers*
Lois: *a little breathlessly* So I guess I'm not actually cheating on you, am I?
“I’m sorry. This is my husband, Jerome Lane. He’s kind of my guide for these parts. He spent some time here when he was younger,” Lois clarified, wrapping her arm around his waist.
I'm sure they're trying to place him and failing miserably at that comment.
“Oh, is that why you wanted to know if I knew him,” Lana said, and smiled at Clark. It was a flirtatious smile, which she quickly pulled from her face with a glance at her husband. Clark’s stomach churned.
Cat to Lana: It's an involuntary reaction, isn't it?
Lana: No comment. *goes to kiss her husband in front of Clark in an attempt to show him that she's taken.*
Clark certainly didn’t feel ‘all right’. All the bile that had been building in his stomach was threatening to rush out. “Rachel’s dead?” he managed.
That has to his him in the gut in a way that Lana's wouldn't. She
had meant something to him after all.
He dealt with death on a daily basis as Superman and as a reporter, but Rachel wasn’t just some faceless name. He had known her intimately.
Just as I thought.
Oh my goodness, the fact that Max
stole from Rachel... *growls*
Clark had always wondered what would have happened between him and Rachel, if their relationship had been allowed to bloom. Would she have been interested in dating him? Would they have discovered that they were better off just friends? Would she have accepted his super status with all the enthusiasm of Lois or shut it away like Lana? How would his life have been different if Rachel hadn’t joined the Army and moved away for eight years? Would he have ever made it to the Daily Planet? Or would he be a happily married family man? Without being obsessed with Lana, would he have made the trip to Metropolis earlier, possibly in time to save his Lois from her fate?
Oh those woulda, coulda, shouldas of life. They are rankling at times, aren't they Clark?
Clark’s eyes dimmed. “The first person who saw me,” he whispered, and then cleared his throat. “My best friend.” That didn’t quite capture what Rachel had meant to him. “The first girl I…” His eyes closed with a wince. “— ever loved.”
It is true, but it's hard for him to admit it as he never followed up on it.
“My life’s complicated,” Clark replied vaguely.
He had to be kidding!
Cat: What, you mean the fact that your from another world?
Clark: More complicated than that even.
Cat: *sidles up to Clark with a seductive look on her face* Wanna tell me about it?
Clark: *upon her reaction* Um... not really at the time.
“Doesn’t sound like it,” Clark agreed. “Max isn’t someone who should be sheriff, or the Max Harris I knew shouldn’t be. He was a thief, and not really leadership material, the type that clearly couldn’t handle power. Put a badge and a gun in his hand…” He whistled.
Terrific. She hoped Clark could still contact Superman over long distances.
I hope the Kents or Irigs are ready to defend Clark if need be (or Lois grabbing an extra gun that fell somewhere.)
She ground her teeth together. “Are you apologizing for lying to me, or are you apologizing for being the man you are?”
“A little of both, I guess,” he said with a sheepish smile.
“Good!” she snapped. He should apologize. “You ready to tell me who you are now?”
Clark: I'm the son of Kryptonian parents, raised by farmers until they were killed in a car crash then bumped from home to home to home. Lover to Rachel Harris, former fiancee of Lana Lang, oh and all of that happened in a different universe.
Lois: Are you sure you didn't need to see a doctor for that concussion?
But Lois didn’t. She could tell that Clark was scared about telling her the truth, but it hurt that the one truth he had told her – about the death of his folks – was appearing more and more like his biggest lie.
Clark: Oh they did, just not in this universe.
Lois: You're delusional, Chuck!
Clark’s fourth major flaw was that he was too much of a gentleman. He treated her too well, often thinking of her needs before his own, even if her needs were against her very wishes. She loved that he teased her, but HELL a woman wanted to have the stuffing kissed out of her every once and a great while, and for Lois, it had been a very great while indeed. She knew it went against every feminist bone in her body, but the romantic in her just wanted him to throw her on the bed and kiss her until she begged him for more. Was that too much to ask for? Really?
Been reading too many of those bodice-rippers, Lois?
Lois: *defensively* No. Not at all. (refuses to admit that she has a small corner of her romance book shelf dedicated to that kind of book.)
How could she trust that his “truth” was actually true? Would she ever be able to believe a word he said about himself? He had somehow earned Superman’s trust, so he must be trustworthy, but she was beginning to feel that Superman’s word wasn’t enough for her anymore.
I'm a little split on this one. One side it shouting to have Lois's logical self hog-tied and thrown out the window of the Love Place while the other is saying "good for her."
Clark Kent – 5-17-66.
Like an anvil landing on her chest, Lois gasped at the sudden pain that developed there. It felt as if were her Clark who lay buried there instead of someone else. “Clark is dead!” she sobbed, dropping the phone and burying her face into her hands.
Oh boy, she's right in that it's the Clark he soul was originally destined for. Now she'll be furious that Clark's not "her" Clark and will want him to come out and tell her who he is. Whether that will make him tell her he's Superman or from another universe entirely remains to be seen.
