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31 December 2008 @ 04:43 pm
Lois Lane White Kent  
Title: Lois Lane White Kent
Author: starrylites
Category: SR (for all intents and purposes)
Rating: mildest of mild R -- probably PG-13
Word Count: 1000
Summary: Clark breaks up the honeymoon, whether Lois likes it or not. Sequel to my Christmas story.
Spoilers: not unless SR counts
Author's Notes: This might be the mushiest fanfic I've ever written...yes, I do think it is. That said, though, I hope you enjoy Lois' realization. It's unbetaed; I'm tired and just wanted to get this posted =)

Lois Lane was a reporter. Years of researching, dumpster diving, and roof jumping had not built a complete person. No Pulitzer Prize completed a life, but she remembered a day when she thought it did. That of course changed the day Lois Lane changed from reporter to working mother. By the time she finally saw that Pulitzer, she knew it did not complete her. Sadly, she couldn’t say her son did either.

Lois White was a wife. The self-centered reporting mother learned to be a support system to someone else. Her life and time no longer belonged to her, but to both of them, and they both found more time going to her son than anywhere else. Fights kept them from truly learning to love each other with their full hearts, but the biggest hole was caused by secrets. Little secrets revolving around one man kept her from being anything other than wife. Then came the day that Richard decided to be a superhero, and it was the day that Lois White became a widow.

Lois Kent had felt like a bride, a true bride with a groom who swept her off her feet and up into his arms. It was a better feeling than wife, and it was better than marrying solely for propriety’s sake. Excitement pounded in her chest, and she felt like a crazy-in-love teenager. She never thought she would love being a bride so much.

Their honeymoon suite overlooked the Mediterranean Sea. The waves crashed against the cliff their hotel sat on, sending a lulling mixture of sea sounds up to their balcony. Normally Lois needed the city sounds to be able to sleep soundly, but the sounds of the sea and the warmth of her husband’s side made it effortless on the rural Grecian coast.

However, the wedding had been five days before, and the status of bride was starting to waver. Nights with Clark Kent were becoming less a novelty and more like the comfort of a childhood blanket. He was her companion, her second piece. She would have to assume the status of wife -- return to being a support system -- soon enough, but for now she could just be comfortable.

Her husband walked up behind her and wrapped one arm around her waist while the other curled around to hand her a flute of champagne. “To a new year with a bright future.”

Lois smiled and clanked her glass into Clark’s. “Bright future,” she repeated, taking a light sip. It tickled down her throat.

Clark laughed and put his flute down, wrapping both arms around Lois from behind. “Isn’t it strange that we’re ringing in the New Year a full six hours before everyone back home?”

“A little,” she admitted, leaning back into his arms. “How much longer until we get to celebrate with the lovely people of Greece?”

Clark side winded back to look at the alarm clock, turning Lois with him. “11:54.” He squeezed her a little tighter and chuckled low in his throat. “Just enough time for us to climb into bed and sound the New Year with a real bang.”

Lois craned her neck to look up at him, an eyebrow raised. “A real bang? Did you really just say that?”

Clark grinned crookedly. “Well, don’t you want to?”

“We’re wasting time if we’re going to make it in time to do a shout out when the clock strikes twelve.”

Her husband pulled away from her, keeping the unnaturally wicked grin spread over his lips. “Don’t look at me. I’m not slowing us down.”

A wisp of wind brushed up over her and sent her hair flying. Lois looked down to realize her nightgown, bra, and thong were gone and looked up to see Clark on his back spread across the covers waiting for her.

It was a quick little reminder that being Lois Kent was very different from being Lois White.


Lois woke up when Clark startled and jumped out of bed. Rubbing the sleep from her eyes, she turned first to the balcony doors and the faint grayish light of approaching dawn. “Clark?”

“I forgot about—Metropolis.” Apparently he was too distracted to be able to dress superspeed because he was fighting his pant leg like he was a sixty-year-old man.

Lois yawned. The clock said it was 5:43, and she groaned a little. Not only had they rung in the New Year (with perfect timing, she was proud to say) but they decided to stay up and ring it in with London and again with West Africa. They might have stayed up to celebrate with the Azores, but she couldn’t remember. Whatever the case, she hadn’t slept enough.

“Wasn’t the whole idea of going to a different hemisphere for our honeymoon to force you to forget Metropolis?” she asked, sitting up without covering anything.

Clark groaned and pulled his pants back off, reaching for the suitcase. He pulled the suit out -- which Lois was pretty sure he promised not to bring -- and spun into it. “I forgot that I’m supposed to be at the city New Year’s celebration.”

Lois sat up straighter. “You planned that over the top of our honeymoon?!”

“No,” he said quickly, dashing over to kiss her cheek. “I planned it before someone got impatient and moved the wedding date up by two months.”

Lois soured her lips and narrowed her eyes, to which Clark decided to kiss her again. “I love you, and I’ll see you soon.” And just like that, her husband flew out the window.

It was -- again -- a quick little reminder that being Lois Kent was very different from being Lois White.

But in that same moment, Lois realized what made a marriage to Clark so different than it was with Richard. Lois Kent wasn’t only a wife and comfortable, but she was also complete. Even with her husband running six time zones away to help with a few celebratory fireworks, she felt no detachment.

And she never expected to.
Grace: SR; Clois; Beautifulrepmetsyrrah on January 1st, 2009 01:13 am (UTC)
That was brilliant! And the last little bit was just perfect.

Thanks for sharing!
Ashley: [SR] cloisstarrylites on January 1st, 2009 02:57 am (UTC)
Thank you! =D

And happy new year!
Lois: LS :: Clois :: Foreverkalalanekent on January 1st, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
Now, see, if saavikam77 needs to be writing for Smallville, you should totally be in charge of any novel that DC or Warner Bros puts out. This is enough to make me want to see what you and Roger Stern could come up with. Your tone here completely reminds me of Elliot Maggin's novels for Movieverse in the 70s. And that's a huge compliment from me. The word choice here is perfect and makes me want to bug you to see more in this vein. And the descriptions are awesome. Everyone is just being amazing with details this time around!

Ashley, this one's going in Memories. That's just how much I love it! Thanks for the awesome fic!
Ashley: [L&C] hotstarrylites on January 1st, 2009 03:04 am (UTC)
*blushes* Aw, Lois! Thank you so much. You gave me warm fuzzies. Like lots of them. So thank you so much! Like a lot. I feel hugely complimented.

Working with Roger Stern? That would be like the words best *squee*

Well, when I'm done with Identities I'll see what I can do about playing with this tone :) How's that?
Kim: CloisBridecifan70 on January 1st, 2009 06:13 pm (UTC)
This was wonderful. Loved the end. Just perfect. Great story.
K: SR Clois  lovie doviekabuki_party on January 1st, 2009 07:01 pm (UTC)
This was so sweet and sexy ^_^ The part when her clothes seem to 'magically' disappear? lol And I like Lois' contrasting thoughts throughout it, very nice :)
Obsessed fangirl: SR - Lois and Clark flyingbabettew54 on January 1st, 2009 09:22 pm (UTC)
That was lovely! I like Lois' POV here, especially the clothes disappearing ...!! *LOL* Lois and Clark are so happy..! Loved the 'mush'! Thanks!:D
AlphieLJ: Cloisalphielj on January 6th, 2009 06:48 am (UTC)
I really like the comparison to Lois at three different stages of her life. That was really great and something I wish I had thought of.

And the hint of smut wasn't bad either! I especially like this line:

Not only had they rung in the New Year (with perfect timing, she was proud to say) but they decided to stay up and ring it in with London and again with West Africa. They might have stayed up to celebrate with the Azores, but she couldn’t remember.
a writer now: [random] bruce and dianakatshakespeare on January 9th, 2009 02:49 am (UTC)
I am commenting because I just remembered I hadn't yet.

Loves. :) And not too mushy. Don't worry.
januaried: SUPERMAN RETURNS > S-shieldjanuaried on January 12th, 2009 06:07 pm (UTC)
YAY! Great fic, I love the beginning about her different roles, and the banter. :D
brackettbyh on November 1st, 2011 01:33 am (UTC)
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Mike Treadway: Mike Treadwaywhere2sellgold on May 29th, 2013 05:01 pm (UTC)
Really nice!