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“We want to get married again as soon as possible, right?”

“Yes, of course we do...”

“But if we tried to get married in Metropolis, there would be a several month waiting period. Smallville, on the other hand...”

“Are you sure they'd let you book so soon?”

“Honey, it's a small country town. The church always keeps a spot open for, ahem, shotgun weddings.” Lois couldn't help but laugh.

Two people were sitting at her kitchen table, deep in conversation. One of them was Clark, but the woman with him was a total stranger. A total stranger who looked like she'd been the victim of a very recent beating.

They hadn't seen her yet, so she decided to keep watching. There seemed to be something subtly different about Clark. Was he sitting up straighter? The last time she'd seen him, he'd been hopeful about his future, but unsure. Now, well...it was as if he'd not only found his niche, but also gotten totally comfortable with it.

What *wasn't* subtle was that he was utterly, happily in love. She'd wondered, from time to time, whether she'd ever see Clark with that look on his face. She couldn't help smiling.

But what about the woman he was in love with? Martha studied the stranger in her kitchen. Would this woman be worthy of her son's attention? She seemed very...intense. Every inch a professional city girl. Yet...when she looked at Clark...it all seemed to soften, just a bit. She also seemed vaguely familiar, although Martha couldn't think why. Maybe this wouldn't be so bad.

A fragment of conversation drifted out to her. “We need to do something about those frozen Nazis,” the woman said, pointing at a page of the scrapbook that was lying on the table between them.

Then again, maybe it would.

“It's like Chutes & Ladders,” Lois added. “He and I have done this before. We met, and slowly became partners, and friends, and went through a *lot* before we finally got married, so it was like in the game, moving up one box at a time. But then one day...”

“Everything changed.” Clark shrugged helplessly. “And suddenly we were back here.”

“We hit a really long chute,” Lois explained. As if that actually made sense. “And we slid way back down the board. So, even though it seems we only met four days ago...”

“It's really been four years.”

“We need to go over Mr. Irig's field with a fine tooth-combed comb -- and when I say "we' Clark, I mean "me'.”

“Yes, dear. At least you won't lie about that "like a brother' stuff again.”

“I wasn't lying,” Lois said with dignity. There was a pause, and then she continued. “I was just deluded.”

“I did this for *you*, Lex,” she answered. Such sweet sentiment.

“And you've been paid very well,” Lex said, not wanting such sentiment from Antoinette. “In fact, your final instalment is waiting for you in the helicopter. Proceed as planned. I promise there will be no loose ends."

“We need to do something about those frozen Nazis,”...
“Clark, we can get your spaceship!”...

"What about Miranda?"...

“Speaking of which, I really want to do something about Deter.”...

"Think we can do Nightfall a little better this time?"...

You know how I feel about lying.”

She couldn’t help smiling.

Would this woman be worthy of her son’s attention?

The woman at the table stood, holding her hand to her mouth. For half a second. “Oh, Martha, I interrupted you. I’m sorry, it’s just that when I saw you it reminded me of Jason Mazic, and we *definitely* do not want to go through that again.”

“I’ll have to introduce you to Dad a little later,” Clark continued, with a note of teasing in his voice. “But right over there...” he pointed to the living room, “is the fax machine.”

“Speaking of which, I really want to do something about Deter.”

Lois groaned. “Seriously.” Her voice perked up as she added, “Think I can punch him again? He got off too light last time. Oh, and amnesia-wise? Think we can do Nightfall a little better this time?”

I got lured in by the fanfic poster for this story

...my life feels rather complete now.

...my life feels rather complete now.