By Mary Potts aka Queen of the Capes <queenofthecapes@gmail.com>
Rated: G
Submitted: August, 2005
Summary: Clark has a nightmare and there's a clear disruption in the Force. But at least he and Lois aren't related in this short-but-cutie.
Once again, my muse and I were up pretty late. That's kind of a poor excuse for this insanity, though. Once again, I apologize in advance. Please don't hurt me.
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Lois' eyes popped open as a frightened male voice next to her frantically cried out in despair.
"No. S'impossible. No! Nooooooo! Lois! No!" Clark thrashed about, causing the bed to shake and thump. Lois briefly wondered if they were going to crash through the floor.
She shook her head to clear it, then reached out to put a hand on her husband's shoulder. "Clark…" She had to duck to avoid colliding with his wildly swinging arm, then tried again, giving him a gentle shake. "Clark!" She said, a bit louder. "Wake up! Clark!"
The tortured moanings became confused mumblings as Clark rejoined the conscious, which at this hour was a very low population. "Wha—who…Lois?" His eyes widened as he took her in, and he began to pat his body with his hands, as if he weren't sure it existed. "I'm Kryptonian, right?"
Lois quirked an eyebrow. "Well, Clark, that's what you told me a couple years ago, and it sure explains a few things."
"And you're human."
"Yes, Clark. At least I was the last time I checked. What's this all about?"
Clark sighed with relief and threw his arms around her. "Thank God! Then there's no way we could be related!"
Lois' eyes widened and her eyebrows made a mad dash to the top of her head. "Related?! Good grief, Clark! What on earth were you dreaming about?"
"Oh, Lois, it was awful!" Clark said as he pressed a kiss into her hair before pulling back to look at her face.
Lois gazed at him with concern and placed a reassuring hand on his arm, which was connected to a large, shaking hand that clung desperately to her shoulder. "Tell me about it."
"Well, it started out in Smallville," he began, hesitantly.
"Go on," Lois prodded.
Clark took a breath to steady himself. "I was helping Dad on the farm, just like I used to do before I came to Metropolis, and suddenly these little people showed up selling used robots."
"Robots?!"
"Yes, Robots," Clark said, "and let me tell you, they were really weird."
"The people or the robots?" Lois asked.
"Both."
Lois blinked. "Okay, go on. They were selling robots."
"Right." Clark nodded. "And Dad got two of them, and suddenly they went crazy and started rambling on about this crazy hermit."
"Crazy hermit?"
"Right. Next thing I know, I'm chasing them all the way to Metropolis. They led me to Perry, who started talking about my 'destiny'. And Lois, he was talking backwards!"
Lois slowly nodded as she absorbed this. "Okay…"
"This is where it gets really weird!" Clark said. "Perry told me that I'm not from Krypton!"
"Oh?"
"Yeah. He said my powers came from some kind of energy force, and that Lex Luthor had actually killed my real father."
"Oh, Clark, that's awful." Lois moved in to give her husband a much-needed hug. "But it's only a dream."
"That's not the worst of it, though."
"It isn't?"
"No. He sent me to go confront Luthor, and I got there by hitching a ride with Ralph and Jimmy. It was kinda weird—Jimmy had this real attitude problem, and Ralph… Let's just say he needed a shave."
Lois furrowed her brow.
"Anyway, we reached Luthor's penthouse. Next thing I know, Luthor and I are alone, duking it out. Somehow, it came up about how he killed my real father. And then, Lois…"
Lois watched him as he took a shakey breath.
"He said he *was* my father!"
Lois gasped, then suddenly frowned. "Wait a minute…"
"I know. That's about when I started to figure it out. I realized that if Perry was a guru, Ralph was a wookee, and Luthor was Darth Vader, then that made you—"
Lois groaned even before he said it.
"—my sister! Lois, we were brother and sister!"
"And that would be why you were screaming." Lois laid a hand against his cheek. "Honey, it's okay. It was just a dream. And if it makes you feel better, we won't stay up late watching the entire Star Wars trilogy again."
Clark turned and pressed a kiss into her palm. "I love you."
"I know." Lois grinned.
***
The droid's excited beeping and whistling caused the Solos to look up from where they stood repairing the ship. A young man was slowly walking towards them. Recognizing him, they called out to greet him, but he didn't respond.
"I sense something is wrong with him," the lovelier of the two said.
Han, seeing his brother-in-law's disheveled state as he approached, ran up to him and put an arm around him. "Hey, kid. What's wrong?"
"Nothing," Luke said. "But you wouldn't believe the crazy dream I had last night! We were all on Tatooine, only, Han, you were this annoying kid! And Chewbacca looked really weird! But the weirdest part of all…"
"Yeah?" Han prompted.
"Yoda kept talking about somebody named Elvis!"
THE END