A/N - Okay, following Bobart's wonderful continuation of Lovable and Morgana's insistence that I finish things, I hereby present the satisfying conclusion, set after Bob's extension. Enjoy. 
Lois couldn't help but sigh contentedly as she padded into the kitchen. It was good to be home, again. It had been three days since Lex Luthor's conviction for "murders, racketeering, and other crimes to numerous to mention," and her marriage to the snake (superficial though it was) had finally been annulled. She was now free to spend her time with the people she loved, especially the man she loved.
Lana looked up from a pot of something heavenly-smelling. "You seem happy," she said, flashing Lois a smile.
Lois couldn't help but grin back. "I am," she replied. "Lana, you've no idea how much I missed your cooking." She grabbed a forkful of food from one of the pans on the stove and popped it into her mouth.
Lana shooed her away. "That's for everyone," she said. "You'll have to just wait for dinner like everybody else."
"Is she trying to pilfer food, again?" came a voice from the entry way. That would be Mayson, of course. Lois still wasn't quite sure about this newcomer, and the feeling was obviously mutual, but so far, they'd managed to remain civil to each other. The fact that Mayson sided with Lana on the whole "Superman" issue was a point against her, but at least the woman wasn't the heartless, brainless bureaucrat that Lois had first considered her to be.
“I'm just taste-testing it,” Lois defended, aware of Lana's eye-roll behind her.
Mayson stepped into the kitchen, the corners of her mouth clearly twitching with amusement. She seemed about to speak, when a noise from the living room caught everyone's attention.
“Is that Clark?” Lana wondered aloud.
The three women filtered into the living room and then gasped. Before them stood a strange woman.
“I am looking for Kal-El,” said the woman.
“What do you want with him?” came Clark's voice from the top of the stairs.
The woman turned, gave him an appraising look, and then lifted her chin. “Kal-El, I am Zara of New-Krypton,” she said. “By New-Krypton law, you and I are to be married.”
The three women looked to Clark, then to the newcomer.
“Suppose I believe you,” said Clark, squirming slightly. “I have three full wives already. Are you seeking a social marriage, or--?”
Zara shook her head. “No, Kal-El, I am to be your only wife. The people of Krypton practice strict monogamy, unlike the people of Earth. You must come with me, and leave these three women behind.”
The End (obviously).
