Friends or Lovers?
By: Folc4evernaday
Part 1
Author's Notes: Okay this is probably going to be a fanfic/nfanfic so part of it will be in the pg section while the other part in the nfanfic...don't worry i will try to make a pg ending for those of you not over the age of 18.
I wrote this after watching Lucky Leon and Resurrection. You can find the trailer to this fanfic at
Friends or Lovers Trailer . Stay tuned. I hope you enjoy.
UPDATE: This fic has been updated as of 10/28/2016
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“Oh, my God!” Lois covered her mouth in shock.
“Mayson … “ Clark kneeled numbly on the concrete as paramedics removed Mayson’s body from his arms. Lois watched as the paramedics zipped up the body bag and carried it away.
Who would do such a thing? Mayson hadn’t been a saint, but she certainly didn’t deserve this. ‘Poor Clark.’ He looked like someone had just sucker-punched him. He stood next to her, staring at the scene which had unfolded before them. Police were everywhere, along with ambulatory workers. A few members of the press had approached and were questioning the officers on the scene.
“Clark?” She laid a hesitant hand on his arm.
She was surprised when he pulled her into his arms, burying his face against the nape of her neck as he let out a shaky breath. “I … I’m so sorry,” he murmured quietly.
Lois buried her face into his chest and tried to block out the chaos around her. She felt him sigh and tighten his arms around her. She sighed with relief against his chest, taking in his innate male scent, wrapping her arms around his waist, and keeping him within her grasp.
She opened her eyes and stared curiously at his torn cotton dress shirt. There was a rip in it. She reached up to stroke the rip and gasped when she saw what lay beneath his shirt: the familiar red and yellow emblem stared back at her. She shuddered slightly as the implications of this began to sink in. Why would Clark be wearing Superman’s shield? His suit? A shaky hand lightly caressed the familiar spandex. Yes, definitely Superman’s suit, which meant only one thing. Clark was Superman. How could she have been so blind? Anger consumed her as the last year of lies ran through her mind.
“Hey, you okay?” His arm moved around her shoulders and guided her towards the courthouse steps. His voice was cracked and full of uncertainty, a characteristic she would never think to associate with Superman.
She’d never seen him like this before. He pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to regain control of his emotions. The sadness in his eyes was evident, unshed tears already forming in the corners. The anger she felt moments before subsided. She couldn’t confront him like this, not when he was obviously already in pain. He may have lied to her but he was still her friend, her friend that needed her tonight. She offered him a watery smile and took a shaky breath.
“I … I guess it’s just been a long night,” she said shakily.
“Yeah … “ he murmured quietly. “Here, I’ll walk you home.”
“Sure.”
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The walk to Lois’ apartment was quiet, both Clark and Lois were thinking about the events that had unfolded that night. Mayson had just died in his arms while he and Lois had been sharing their first kiss, a turning point in their relationship. He should be on cloud nine right now, but instead, he was attempting to suppress the guilt he felt swallowing him up from inside.
If he had just been a few seconds faster …
“Here we are,” he said, opening the door to her apartment building. He followed her inside without a word. Lois seemed distant. He was scoring two for two in the last two days. Their first date ended with him having the door slammed in his face and their first kiss ended with watching a friend die. He swallowed the bitter bile that grew in his throat. ‘Don’t go there,’ he told himself. Lois opened the door and turned to face him, offering a hesitant smile. What now?
***
Lois looked up at Clark hesitantly. The look in his eyes was unnerving. It broke her heart to see Clark so disconnected. She pitied him. She couldn’t imagine what it would be like to lose someone close to her like that. He was hurting. The last thing he needed tonight was to be confronted about his alter ego. She tried to suppress the anger she felt inside her.
“Goodnight, Lois,” Clark whispered, looking down at her hesitantly. His hand cupped her cheek, his touch was uncertain. She moved her hand to squeeze his gently. He seemed to relax slightly. She wasn’t sure what his next move would be. Was he going to try to kiss her? Did she want him to? The memory of his kiss was still seared into her mind. The spark between them was incredible. She had known they’d had chemistry, but not how intense it would be.
Mayson’s murder had turned a precious moment into something bittersweet. She cringed inwardly at the memory. Now, she would remember this day as the day she figured out the truth. He’d lied to her. Her best friend had lied to her.
His lips brushed against hers lightly and were gone before she could react. Even in the split second, their lips touched, she felt the same spark from their kiss at the courthouse. Without thinking, she pulled him to her level and kissed him thoroughly before pulling away.
“Good night, Clark.”
She sashayed into her apartment, locking the door behind her.
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TBC...
