~ღ Seven Years prior to shortly before story present time ღ~
It..
Once upon a time it had been something more then an 'it'. But that identity had been lost.. long before it even endured the hell of a prison where torment was second nature, time held no meaning and memories faded. It was what it was now, a thing trapped between two realities, the physical and the metaphysical.
If it could have remembered, it would of despaired at the knowledge that it's condition was of its own doing, and all that was lost in causing it. But it could not. The truth in this moment was the limited perception it had, the recent experiences it had bore, that Kryptonians had captured it, caused it pain.
The smell of Kryptonian blood was hard to ignore, even on the other side of the world it could still smell him. Right now though it was too weak. Too weak to hunt, to fight, to secure its own safety and kill him. So it hid.
During the years it learned who to consume to avoid attention. Leaving behind in its wake stories of ghosts and monsters, ones that most passed off as superstition and authorities contributed to poor care. Homeless found dead were hardly to be unexpected. People who died from complications in surgery weren't unheard of, and others never waking from their coma's may have left a heartbroken loved one, but no clue to the real cause.
While those it consumed added to its understanding of humans and increased its strength, they gave it no real power. It needed something more.
Then it got lucky. Hidden among humans there were those who's bodies were different, changed by radiation or other external sources. These few, though harder to prey upon, added significantly to its strength and then the time came where it knew ..it knew if it found the Kryptonian and consumed him, it could continue, add to its power and perhaps regain a semblance of its true nature.
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"Come on, Lois.. Come on Baby "
"Lois.. you need to wake up.. I miss you"
Then other times it grew distant and she was lost in a whirlwind of noise and sensation that made no sense to her.
Clark.. the only constant thought she could focus on.
After a while. the trippy haze and clamor that had become her reality faded, and Lois found herself looking down a dark tunnel at herself lying in a hospital bed. She looked like she had been hit by a Mack truck after having a ton of bricks dropped on her; it wasn't a pretty sight.
Lois looked down at her hands, well the hands attached to her that were not lying down, her hands were whole and unblemished. She shook her head against the mind boggling thoughts. Was she dreaming? was this real?
At the sight of Clark coming into the room, Lois tried to move to him but found no matter how much she ran he was still the same distance away. It was like looking down a distorted fun house hallway. Calling for him was just as unproductive, he couldn't hear her.
She watched Clark come stand over the bed, she could tell from the way the hair on the back of his neck was curled that he had been out as Superman, that he had been flying. The expression on his face tore at her, he looked so worn, far more stressed then just what a few busy weeks would be doing. He looked ill. Worse thing was seeing him confirmed it. She knew without a doubt she wasn't dreaming, this strange nightmare was really happening.
".. can't escape the second job. " he said brushing some hair back from the face of her unconscious self.
"I know you understand but it feels wrong to leave you." Clark gingerly adjusted the bed covers, fussing over her.
"Oh Smallville.." she wanted to reach out and touch him but knew it was pointless. If this was what she suspected it was, some sort of out of body experience, then she wasn't going to be able to do a thing about it, at least not till she figured out why it was happening.
This had never been a scenario she had imagined possible. The out of body experience was not on her list of potential things to expect; possession, doppelgangers, Kryptonian devices, strange forms of Kryptonite and people with abilities. Those were things she had come to expect from time to time. Not this.
She had no real understanding of how much time had passed. Some moments it seemed as if she was watching things in slow motion. Others, Clark would suddenly be in a different spot. Sometimes she could hear, other moments she could only catch fragments of sound.
Of all the painful things Lois had ever had to do, watching him hurting over her came to the top of the list. She endured for what seemed like hours being unable to touch, to tell him she was okay, well as okay as she could be in this weird situation.
He paced the room, would stare at her in the bed, sometimes she could swear she could hear him grinding his teeth. The steel look in his eye's worried her. He was angry, very much so, and a Clark Kent that angry was never good, it lead to trouble.
Her own frustration grew, and when she caught the familiar superman glaze come over his eye's and he sped off, she felt some sense of relief. She needed a break from watching him hurt, now if she could only figure out a way out of this torment.
~ღ Three months earlier ღ~
"Sometimes its needed..Clark, you've been taking on to much"
"Have I neglected something?" His eye's grew wide with a mix of worry and hurt, "Have I neglected you?"
At the look on his face, Lois knew she had put her foot in her mouth.."Oh No, Clark, that's not what I am saying.."
"Then why are you bringing this up again?"
" Clark, with the farm you have three jobs, even for you that's.."
He cut her off, almost shouting, "I can do this Lois! its fine.." anger evident in his tone "We're not moving!" he didn't mean to raise his voice, to sound so short with her but he couldn't take it back now. At the look in her eye's, he turned and went out the door. Chores had to be done.
Lois threw her hands up in the air and looked at Shelby who had been watching the disagreement from behind the couch. "Are you sick of this too? We're going around in circles.. " then slammed the door shut that Clark had left open. " You would think i was asking him to ..." she sighed.
Shelby had followed her, and now sat near by, tilting his head and whined. Lois looked from the dog to the kitchen window, "Who am I kidding.. this is the place he grew up...of course I'm asking a lot."
Human and dog alike turned their heads at the sound of wood splintering, coming from the direction of the barn.
Lois rolled her eye's and looked down at Shelby "There goes the mood today.. I feel sorry for anyone who gets on the wrong side of Superman."
Shelby whined again and lifted a paw. Lois bent down and patted his head before she started on the few dishes from breakfast, giving Shelby glances as she did "You don't have to worry. If I can convince him.. The farm will still be here, the Johnson boys adore you and you them, this is still your home. Mrs K has already worked most of it out, but I have to get Clark to see it. He is burning the wick at so many ends he isn't going to have a candle left. Even a power house has to be reasonable."
She did a double blink when a hay bale went flying out of the barn. Several cows mooed from being startled.
"This .." she dried her hands, "..is exactly my point. Men!"
They were not moving... he knew she meant well, but it was not happening. With wood chopped and the stalls sorted, Clark went onto getting the remainder of the hay bales moved; working through his irritation.
Clark would have heard it come in, but was distracted with slamming wood into tiny toothpicks to relieve his stress. It had no breath or heart for him to hear. Its body gave off no visible signs of physical existence when perfectly still, patiently waiting unnoticed until the right moment came. All it needed was to touch, just a simple touch to create the connection, then eventually all that power would bleed out of the Kryptonian and into its own being. It would take time but it would be worth the wait. With Hungry eyes, it watched him fume and use his Kryptonian powers.
Grabbing two hay bales, Clark moved them to the side and began to stack. Bending to pick up another, he gave a sudden violent shudder. He stood up straight shaking his shoulders and wondered what it was he had felt . Rubbing the back of his neck, Clark absentmindedly glanced around, shrugged and went back to work. He was just as startled as the cows when the next hay bale he picked up went flying out of his hand.
He flexed his fingers reminding himself to keep better control and shook his head. Great, Kent.. she's going to think you're having another, what she would refer to as a, temper tantrum.
It felt the power transfer between them; slow and barely traceable until it grew, becoming like a fountain gushing over inside of it's inner being, with the heat of the Kryptonian strength rushing through, causing it's very being to feel alive with fire. Yet it had to control how much it took at once; with a human it would take days to bleed properly and reap the benefits. This time it would have to be done more slowly, to not only prevent itself from being overwhelmed by the raw savage power, but so the Kryptonian would not realize till it was to late to fight back.
Having no clue, the Kryptonian went on with things as if nothing had happened. There was so much delightful power in the man, all that energy provided by the yellow sun. But it was more then that, the man's aura was so strong and the woman that came out to see him also glowed, she was saturated in it. If it had of had a normal form it would have smiled; when the time came she would be what was needed to make the transfer pass quicker and more smoothly.
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About to open her mouth to say something, Lois was taken aback when her already distorted black tunnel changed. One second she was standing upright, then the next at an perpendicular angle to Clark and everything was darker. A Chill went up her spine and then she saw it, a hazy movement coming towards her.
Swallowing back her fear, Lois looked around desperately; there was nothing to grab to defend herself, and no where she could go.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" she called out. Lois knew she probably should keep her mouth shut, especially if who ever was doing this was also the one who took her. She was most likely in for a world of hurt. But she had to try..
A very familiar voice responded, "Ms Lane.. Lois Lane-Kent, Knowing who I am will not help you."
"Lex?" Lois asked; surprised, knowing, recognizing that bald headed egomaniacs voice anywhere.
The haze coalescent into the man himself, he gave her a smile, "Expecting someone else?"
"How are you here..? " Lois shook her head. Lex had done a lot of crazy things, messed with forces and powers beyond his control, and she knew, somehow she knew this wasn't really Lex. It sounded like him, had his face, but when she looked into those eye's they were empty. The real Lex's eye's were not empty, they were full with the passion and fire of hate, hate for her Clark.
"You're not Lex.. your not really him.. what are you!" She wasn't sure whether she would have preferred it have been the real Lex or not.
The empty eyed Lex shrugged, " You have a strong mind, I like it. I told you Lane.. knowing who I am won't help you. Its not about what I am my dear, but about what I need."
Lois took a deep breath. The voice may have been Lex's but some thing about it seemed unnatural, more then that it seemed to be able to touch her deep inside making her feel sick.
"You need!" She spread her arms indicating Clark and the weird mental trip she was in. "ALL this is because of what you need! You attacked me.. because of what you need!" The nerve of this.. this thing!
Fake Lex smiled at her and took a step closer, "I am hungry and I hurt and I am tired of hiding! He lives in the light full of strength and you are covered in it... I could taste him in your blood".
'Okay..', She wasn't sure what to say to that, trying again to move away from him, but couldn't.
He turned to look at the sleeping Clark, "Each memory.. each strand of your connection adds to me. " He glanced back at her, "I would have been satisfied with just him, yet together you will make it possible to.." he stopped.
Lois wondered if he had been about to say something that would have helped her. Couldn't her mind have been hijacked by someone who liked to gloat? Instead, she had Mr. tight lips who talked, but said absolutely nothing that she could see as being helpful in getting her out of this.
Creepy Lex continued to stare at Clark which made Lois uncomfortable, she really wished she could bash him one and get away. "You're a fool.." she started, at least she had one weapon, her mouth "if you think you can hurt Clark like you've hurt me".
Turning to stare at her, Lex smirked, "You assume I've not already begun.." he was suddenly beside her, his mouth right close to the side of her face, "I started on him first.. you are just dessert ."
Swallowing, she turned her head, their eye's meeting . Then she looked away quickly, as a fear of drowning in his cold empty stare washed over her. "What have you done?.." it came out a whisper. The terror she felt wasn't just because of what she had experienced from this thing, but something instinctual. The way it looked at her with such malicious glee and from the face of an enemy made the lump in her throat worse.
"What he deserves, like all his kind, is what I need .." it looked at Clark again, and then back to her, "He will waste away as he should..and I will have what should be mine!"
Ignoring the terror, Lois snapped "You're a monster!.. Clark has done nothing to you!"
The grin, the thing masquerading as Lex had been wearing, turned grim. He stepped away from her, and as he did everything spun and she found herself upside down from both Clark and the monster.
Monster was the accurate term now. No longer looking like Lex, a hooded figure stood beside Clark. It had no discernible features and the only flesh she could see in the darkness of the cloak was a shriveled arm.
She tried to move forward as it reached up for Clark who was unaware of it.
"Leave him alone! Don't!" but it was too late.
Lois watched in horror as it touched his head, invading his mind. She could feel it, what it was doing to Clark, she sank to her knee's being drawn in.
Cold finger tips trailed up her skin slowly to her breast..
"Princess.."
Down her inner thighs, teasing
Lois moaned in reaction to the intense sensations and arched her back, able to feel it just as she had done the first time. Only now it was an invasion into her and Clark's private memory, it belong to them alone, and not with this thing.
"Stop!.." she cried, grabbing her head as she fell to her knees.
In trying to block it out she thought of the interviews that day, how bored she was, how one of the women continue to bother her by repeating everything Lois had said like a parrot.
It then stopped, and Lois looked up with tears streaming down her face, to find the creature gone and Clark jerking awake.
"That's it, Clark.. stay awake.. " she breathed heavily, her whole being throbbed from the experience. Her mind raced and she couldn't focus a thought, she felt like she was falling into the black.
She must have succumbed to the darkness, for suddenly she was standing and looking down the tunnel at Clark as she had done the first time. He was talking to her, holding her hand. She was only able to catch fragments of his conversation. For some reason he had brought up Cat Grant. Knowing him, it was probably an attempt to make her mad and wake up.
"Oh, Smallville.. " she sighed, "I want to wake.. but how..How do I do this?"
Closing her eye's, she tried again, even clicking her heels three times, hoping somehow to wake.
Wake, Lois.. Wake.. Clark needs you!
" You can try..Ms Lane.. yes you can try..But I won't let you go."
The voice that she had heard when she had been first taken echoed in her head before it all went black.
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He could feel her anywhere, even in the empty darkness. "Lois..."
Faintly a loving voice called back, "Clark"
The deep profound connection the minds shared, one of love and need and desire, could not be crushed or denied.
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