By Total Grins <>

Rated: G

Submitted: January 2003

Summary: Clark has something important he needs to tell Lois.

AUTHOR'S NOTE: This is my first fanfic, so bear with me. I wanted to look into what could've happened if Clark had been able to stop Lois from accepting Lex's proposal by telling Lois who he really was and how she would react because of it. Thanks to Warner Bros. for giving the L&C characters life. My friends, family, and FAITH are the real reason I can write this fanfic, though (Thank you so, so much, Jesus.)


Clark looked at his shoes as he stood at Lois' door, trying to decide if he should knock or just barge in. He knew what he had to do was right, but he was also rather nervous about her reaction. He wanted to relax, but he wasn't in a very relaxed mindset.

He finally chose to knock, forcing himself to keep calm as he raised his fist to the door. It took only a second for Lois to get to the door, which made his heart momentarily stop. Even with the night breeze so stiff, she looked gorgeous to him. Clark couldn't help but wonder how Luthor was so blind to Lois' inner beauty and saw her as a trophy.

There was a tense silence between them before he broke the ice.

"Hey," he said softly, struggling to keep from blushing at her beautiful face, her hurt eyes, the solemn line of her lips.

"What are you doing here?" Lois asked nervously, tensely, trying to keep from blushing herself. <Why is it so hard to be angry at Clark?> she was thinking.

Swallowing the lump in his throat, Clark said seriously, "I want to talk to you about something. May I come in? Please, Lois?"

With such gentle politeness from him, even in such a nervous tone, Lois stepped aside and motioned for him to enter. Somehow, though, she was having trouble maintaining her composure as she watched him enter her apartment. "What is it you wanted to talk to me about, Clark?" she asked, nervously, feeling strangely like she was being watched.

Taking a deep breath, which was a rarity for him, he said, "Superman told me that Lex proposed to you last night and that you hadn't given him an answer yet. I just want you to hear me out on two things, so promise me you won't interrupt."

"All right. I promise," she replied with curiosity.

"You'd better sit down, though, because the second thing will shock you — it may even make you angry," he told her, gently guiding her to the couch, which Luthor had never done. Then, after a second or two of no words, Clark began his rehearsed speech. "First off, Lois, I am in love with you — have been for a long time- and I was hoping that there was something between us. Is there?"

Stunned and nervous, Lois answered, "I guess I always knew that…that you were attracted to me. And I love you too, Clark — but only as brother. I can't love you any other way. At least, I don't think so, anyway."

Then, recovering from any doubt she'd had, she asked, "What was the second thing, Clark?"

Quickly looking into her closet and seeing with his x-ray vision that Luthor hadn't placed any bugging devices in there, Clark motioned for her to follow him there before he continued.

"You leave me no choice but to tell you the second reason I'm talking to you," he said. Then, after a deep breath and an effort to gather his confidence, he stated, softly and quickly, "The reason I've been running in and out of the office — the real reason — is because I am also Superman and, if you don't believe me, then here's your proof and I'll understand if you decide to spread it all over the world."

With that, he spun into his other "Suit" at superspeed, let her see, returned to his former persona, and left quickly on foot, leaving Lois shocked at what she had just seen.


Clark was sitting in a chair with his head in his hands when the door was opened. Clark didn't care if it was a burglar- he didn't even care if whoever it was had Kryptonite! He just sat there and stared at the floor, not seeing. It was her hand gently placed on his shoulder that got him to look up at her. To his surprise, though, Lois didn't look angry at all. He got up and faced her.

"You're not mad at me?" he asked curiously. "I thought you'd yell at me to get away from you if I were to stay longer! And yet you're not even frowning at me. Why? What are you thinking?"

After she'd wrapped her arms around his neck, embracing him for almost an hour, she stepped back and looked him in his eyes. "You were right that I'd be shocked about what you'd told me, Clark. But you were wrong about one tiny thing — I'm not angry at you. I was hurt for a little while until I realized I should've known it all along. Then I started thinking about all the times you helped me without your superpowers and…and…and I realized that I really do love you as more than a brother, that I was only fooling myself when I said that I only felt love for you as a sibling."

As he drew her close, they didn't speak for a few minutes. When they did speak, Clark simply asked her, "What are you doing this Friday? I've heard of a great place in Kansas," he added with a wink and a smile, "where we could go for some homemade cooking."

"Well," she said, smiling back, "nothing really, although I have to say a few words to my ex-boy fiend — erm boyfriend — sometime this week. Other than that, I'd say I'm free for the weekend!"

"Great! How about I pick you up around eight, then? That way we'd have had some time to get out of our work clothes and into some more casual stuff! Sound good?"

"Yep, I'm all for it!"


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