He stood, coat billowing in the wind, looking down over the city below covered in moonlight. The one thing he could never get tired of...the sense of power. If he wanted, he could burn the city down and none of the little ants below would be able to do a thing about it.
But there was one problem, actually two. The Book of Rao and Kal-El, the son of the man that created the book, the man that gave them life without power. The desire for a new krypton, for a new life, for this world at his feet was constant in his thoughts. Here, he had everything available that he could use; he just needed to eliminate these problems or turn them - him, to his side.
With what Kal-El was doing to undermine his authority with the Kandorians, Zod knew he needed to change things, shift the power in the eyes of his people. He would find that book and he had the perfect tool to help him, the woman Kal-El loved.
Dialing Lois Lane, he waited a bit, disappointed when she didn't pick up. Despite it, he still had other options at this moment; he could get back to Lois later. Knowing the human-loving-kryptonian could be out patrolling meant another possible window of opportunity to search the farm. One way or another, he'd find the Book of Rao.
Taking to the skies, he headed for the farm. Grinning to himself at the plans that formed in his head and the feel of power that coursed through his veins.
There was a war of two natures, of feelings and desires.
First, the thought that this was not how she had imagined their first time together. Second, that it was at that very moment, it was supposed to be comfort/protection sex. It wasn't, not when she couldn't suppress the the excitement of what was about to happen between them.
And yet, she was afraid, terrified that any moment she was going to die. She had seen the Steak man's face, she was marked for death. A teasing thought in the back of her mind told her this wasn't true, and wanted to languish in the here and now with Clark.
Clothes had come off, leaving them in their underwear. Both felt the heat of the moment; Clark stood now by the door staring at Lois as she laid across the bed, a small smile playing across her lips. She looked so beautiful, he thought, with how the moonlight illuminated her radiant skin, highlighting every curve and feature of her breathtaking form. Clark found, as each second passed, his will to fight off both his own desires, and the ones forced on him, was seriously waning. He wanted Lois in every way. To make love to her, protect her and keep her was over powering his senses.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, the thought that it wasn't meant to be like this spoke up, but was shot down as she spoke, “Jared.. make it better. You promised” . Her murmur completely un-Lois-like, but it didn't matter, he was compelled.
He found himself nodding as he climbed on to the bed, his hand touched her foot, snaking up her leg slowly. He felt intense pleasure at the way she closed her eyes and arched at his touch. Once he got to her belly, he began to place soft kisses, first around her navel and began to work up. Lois moaned with each caressing kiss, running her fingers through his hair.
- Meanwhile -
“Its ringing, but he's not answering, just like Lois.”
“She must have gone over then. ”
“Hmm. She usually answers even if its a 'movie' night,” Chloe added, dialing Clark's number again. This time, it went straight to his voice mail.
Oliver grinned, “You know, maybe they're past the movie part of movie night.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and went to try Lois' phone one last time, scowling when Oliver grabbed it away from her. “Ollie!"
"Let them be, I am sure they are fine. I am so not getting in between the love birds on a movie night, not with how their banshee interrupted getaway went, and I can tell you, Clark was none to happy about that.”
Chloe snatched her phone back, but slipped it back into her purse. “Did he tell you that?”
“Well, not in any long sentences, no. More like his scowls and displeased looks.”
Laughing, Chloe picked up the menu, “Lois wasn't either. I am surprised they manage to work together at all lately.”
Oliver almost choked on his wine, “Oh, you mean with the come hither looks she gives?”
“The ones Clark isn't suppose to notice...yeah. Tuesday, when we met up for lunch, was the worst I've ever seen her. I was afraid she was going to jump him right there.”
“I'd have paid to see that. Well, not all of it, but you know.”
“Oliver!”
“What? I just meant seeing the expression on his face...” Oliver trailed off with a wicked grin.
Chloe rolled her eyes and looked back at her menu.
- At the same time -
The farm house was dark at first look, as he landed in the distance but close enough to do a good scan.
Once he was completely sure it was empty did he speed over to the front door, but that was when he found himself unsure. There was a strange sound coming from the living area, and for a instant Zod thought he heard a woman's voice from the upper floor. He tried focusing his hearing and even using his x-ray vision, but the irritating noise made his head hurt, preventing him from being certain if anyone was home.
Stepping back, he moved to peer into the window that happened to give a decent view of the TV. It was the biggest mistake he could have made - a strange glow of green light suddenly grew, sending a myriad of painful sensations through out him. But then the TV snapped on and the screen flashed, and he found himself unable to look away. The incident only lasted for a minute before the TV shut itself off, going dark like the rest of the house, leaving only a light green glow from the DVD player itself.
Zod blinked and found himself leaning against the side of the house. He shook his head, trying to remember why he was there. Then a thought flashed in his mind and he understood his purpose.
“She is here, I know it. “ He pushed away from the wall and turned to stare into the living room, a malicious smile spreading across his face. “I will wipe the memory of my face from her pretty little head...permanently.”
He had been sleeping, relaxed in the pantry; he liked it there. The cold floor felt good and it was generally quiet, a good place for a nap. For the longest time he could hear them, chatting, kissing, watching the box with its colours and sounds. Shelby liked to listen to them and let the light sounds lull him asleep. Then it had changed, a flashing of colours and and a very irritating noise brought him out of a good dream of a large bone.
When he got up to check it out, the house had gone dark and he could hear his humans - they sounded a bit agitated, arguing, which in itself wasn't totally unusual. But there was something in their tone of voices that did not sit well.
When his humans had gone up the stairs, Shelby had lurked near the bottom. He couldn't rest - the funny, irritating noise continued on and on, sometimes growing quite loud and other times just a slight buzzing.
He whined a few times as he paced, unsure of what to do, but when the colour box snapped on out of nowhere and he heard a noise near the window, he had had enough.
“Mmm...mmmm.”
His hand swept up her side, his body hovered over hers. She could feel his desire, the ever increasing heat between them. Their mouths mingled with passion and need. All the voices that had been at her moments before, were nothing more now than mere whispers. She never wanted to be separated from his touch.
He could feel her tug at the waist band of his boxers as they kissed. The brushing of her finger tips against the sensitive flesh there sent a pleasant shock along his nerves. He pulled back to look her in the eyes and she smiled at him as if to give silent permission. He smiled back before capturing her mouth in another kiss, while lifting her up to undo her bra, as she worked to free him from his ever constricting confines.
“I need you Jared...”
“Shhhhh...”
It was then that uncertainty hit when the intimate quiet was broken. It took a moment for either of them to realize what it was they were hearing, or where they even were beyond the touch of each other.
Clark looked into Lois' wide eyes as he pulled his hands away from her. It began to really sink in that he was completely naked, with a almost naked Lois in his bed while his dog barked up a storm.
To know how he got to that point but still be confused, unsure of what was reality, was just as alarming as the very situation he found himself in.
They were frozen. He was unsure as he leaned over her; if he should get off the bed or not. Being naked and well aroused was making it ten times more awkward. Lois, for her part, continued to stare at him. She could remember wanting his touch and more, but now with Shelby's head over the side of the bed, and his barking in her ears, she knew this was not how this moment was suppose to go. How did they extract themselves out of it?
“Clark...”
“Yeah...” They were both breathing in union and were acutely aware of the places their bodies still touched.
“You can get off me now...”
“Um...I...uh...” He decided the best option was to roll away and grab something to cover himself. So he did. Lois took the opportunity and pushed off the bed as soon as he did, hunting as fast as she could for her clothes.
Taking advantage of her back turned, trying not to appreciate her at the moment in the moonlight, he super sped his boxers and pants on. Then started trying to calm Shelby.
“Boy, what is it?” Any other night or even any other dog and he'd have had his head for said interruption. Yet, every other time Shelby had reacted this way, it had turned out to be for a good reason, not to mention Clark knew something was wrong with them. He hadn't been able to get himself to say or even think it before, but now? Now he knew for certain.
Lois wasn't sure what had happened to her shirt; the yellow top looked like it got torn right off her. Yeah, they had been pretty intense when they first came into the room, but even so, torn? She pulled her jeans on, grateful they were atleast intact and went for Clark's closet to grab a shirt as she couldn't see where the other one of his she had worn, went.
“Lois...we need to talk.” Clark's voice stilled her for a moment as she went right for his flannels.
“If it's about what just almost happened, not now, please,” she replied without looking in his direction. She couldn't completely shake the memory of what it felt like to have him over her - heat, smells, desire. This movie night was turning out to be far more than she had intended.
The bit of moon and starlight that came through the window, was no help in seeing what was in his closet, so she had to go by memory of how he always hung his clothes up.
Thank heavens the man could be counted on to be neat and organized, habitually so. Now if only he'd drop the subject in question.
Grabbing at what she believed was a red and off white flannel, Lois slipped it on, before turning to meet Clark. He was watching her, knelt next to the dog who was still acting agitated.
“We have to talk about this and that includes...” his hand indicated the bed “all of it.”
Lois sighed. “We got carried away, Clark.”
“No. We didn't.”
She raised both brows, voice taking on a sarcastic tone, “We didn't? Did the fact that you were...naked some how escape you?”
“No Lois. I am more than aware of it.”
“Well, I'd call it carried away. What do you call it?” Even without any real light, he could tell she was pulling her 'be mad at Clark 'cause it's easier than dealing with the truth' face. He gave a mental sigh, knowing she wasn't going to be thrilled with his answer.
“Possession.”
“Possession?” She grew quiet, which was again not a good sign, then gave a low growl with, "What? What do you mean possession?”
He stepped forward, then thought better of it. Last time he got close to her, they ended up making out which led them to this very situation. Clark found he also still had certain urges that were pulling at him, making him want to grab her, but he was currently in some sort of control over himself. He couldn't afford for that to change while they were dealing with the problem they were in.
“I didn't want to say it earlier, mostly because I didn’t give it any credit. I suppose I should have.”
“Spit it out, Clark.” The edge in her voice made him wonder what she was feeling. She sounded scared and it bothered him.
“Lois, I think the movie did something to us. Jared and Cecelia are characters from that movie and then we...”
“...became them.” Lois finished quietly. She didn't need him to continue to know that some how it was true. Whether real possession or something else, it didn't matter. Whatever one would want to call it, it was not really surprising.
With all the weird things she had experienced in Smallville, she just wasn't surprised any more. Sometimes, she was certain her and Clark had been abducted the year before and he just didn't remember it. So this...this ridiculous movie night was not a shock.
No, the shock was in the fact of how much she had enjoyed being Cecelia, especially when she knew she shouldn't. And that even now, she couldn't escape the fears and desires that came with the role. Unable to take it any longer, the way she had grown so still, Clark closed the distance between them. Still hesitant to touch her, though. “Lois, I can't explain any of this.” It was the truth. Even with kryptonite being part of the DVD manufacturing process, how it managed to do this to them was beyond him. “But I need you to trust me. We need to get out of here.”
Lois nodded, “I do. I know.”*
He grabbed another flannel for himself, then took her hand, leading her downstairs.
It was not the agenda he had when he had come.
This desire to kill Cecelia was so strong that Zod found himself flexing his fingers in his attempt to resist as he stood peaking in through the window. Resisting, however, was becoming a moot point. He found he could make no move towards what he really wanted, finding the book of Rao, or getting out of there because the house was not empty. He was fighting a losing battle with himself.
The dark clouds that had been slowly moving in overhead burst forth with sudden crack of lightening and a downpour of rain. He did have one question as he stood at the window, his heavy breathing and the rain, fogging it up so he was forced several times to wipe it. Who in the name of Krypton was Cecelia?
Ironically the lights in farm house flared on as its inhabitants got down the stairs. At the sight of her, he understood why he needed to kill her. Cecelia knew who he was...she had seen his face.
A plan to kill her and end his troubles began to form. The man with her would simply have to suffer as well. He continued to watch them, waiting, a part of his mind screaming at him to be more in control.
This whole thing was not what he wanted, that it would only cause him bigger problems. It didn't matter. He found himself smiling at Cecelia - she'd regret ever seeing his face..
“Perfect timing for the power. Could have used it ages ago.” Lois grumbled as she went in search of her phone. Ignoring the storm outside, she glanced at Clark, pausing mid motion. “Uh...how?”
He looked at her startled. “How what?”
“Clark...your face...it's...” He was afraid he knew, during the whole possession he had begun to heal, but what she said next surprised him.
“Doesn't that hurt?” His eye was no longer swollen shut and the gash was improved, but half his face was black and blue - it looked painful. She had closed the distance between them to gingerly touch his face.
He reached up and took her hand from his cheek, the simple action causing a sense of electricity to shoot through them. What almost happened between them, in his bed no less, was very fresh in his mind.
The softness of her skin against his made the fire in his stomach burn more intensely. Swallowing against such thoughts, he focused on her eyes , “Yeah it hurts a little,” he managed to say. A partial truth - he hurt, just not where she thought he did. The ache for her was what was painful.
Was the intensity of what he felt at that moment because of what he, Clark Kent, felt for Lois or the role of Jared that he knew continued to push at him.
Perhaps it didn't matter. Cecelia was in danger and Lois was too because of Cecelia. Who knew what these character possessions would push them to next.
Shelby's loud whine grabbed their attention. His body rigid, he stared at the main living room window, and he began to growl.
“What is it, boy?” Clark frowned, following the dog's gaze. He started to move towards the window that had Shelby's attention, but the tone of Lois' voice caused him to turn towards her.
“This isn't good. This. is. not. Good!”
She was looking around, clearly very frightened. Clark felt his heart sink at the expression on her face.
“Lois, why don't we go.” He could only hope them leaving would stop the madness. “You can take me to the hospital if you want,” he wasn't planning on really going there, but he needed some way to redirect her focus.
She shook her head, unable to fight the illogical fear that was steadily growing. Shelby's whine was only making it worse. Lois started backing up from Clark, feeling as if the room was beginning to spin.
“Its happening, Clark. I can feel it. I know.” What did she know? She didn't know anything except the fear.
Clark could see the explosion, the war of Cecelia and Lois boiling to a bursting point, and it appeared Lois was losing at the moment.
“Lois, it's okay.” As if to belie his words, a loud crack of lightening flashed behind him, causing Lois to jump, and her eyes to grow wider, if it were possible.
“No, it's not! ”
“You're safe, Lois, I'm here. We're safe, it's just characters.” He tried to sound reassuring, but a small part of him didn't really believe his own words.
"Safe!! Clark we are not safe. Nothing about this is safe. He is after me!!!” Lois backed up further, while Clark moved even closer, planning to pull her into a hug when the lights flickered.
Lois squeaked and whispered, “See, he is after me! “ She reached out for Clark, who immediately enveloped her in his arms as he looked around with darting eyes.
Zod had moved when the dog started growling at the window. He was going to cut the power for good, go through the kitchen and finish this. There could be no witnesses. As he pulled away from the window to go cut the power, the lights flickered from the storm.
He paused a moment, waiting.
Then the lights went out completely and he could hear the alarm in Cecelia’s voice. Her terror would only make this easier. Didn't people do stupid things when afraid? Like...run right into danger.
Grinning again to himself, Zod the Steak Man went around the house for the kitchen door. He was anticipating the enjoyment he'd have in hunting her down, her and her companion. Ignoring the small helpless voice that cursed in various intergalactic languages at the insanity of the situation, he found himself in.
Lois clung on to him tightly, “Jared. What are we going to do?”
Clark didn't immediately respond as he was trying to use his super hearing, but the low irritating tone coming from the DVD player was making him unsure if he was accurately catching everything. Even if he had been able to rely on his hearing, it wouldn't have mattered - he had a feeling someone was outside.
In the dark of the living room, the only light was the eerie glow that whirled from the DVD player, and an occasional flash of lightening that cast eerie shadows across the house. A reminder of what was happening to them and how he needed to get rid of the DVD itself. But Clark knew that as soon as he took a step towards it, he'll feel the pain that came with green-k. Standing where they were, not quite in the living room, he could feel the familiar tingle of its presence.
Lois as Cecelia was distracted with her head buried into his shoulder as if that would drown out the sounds of the severely bad storm outside, and between his own worry for her and Jared’s ridiculous macho protectiveness pushing at him, Clark decided to try and burn the DVD player.
Focusing on the player, he was disappointed when nothing happen. There was no heat build up in his eyes even though he was able to switch to x-ray vision without effort. Some how, the possession itself or the green k infused dvd playing in the background, despite the lack of electrical power, was screwing with his abilities.
Lois was completely Cecelia and with a tight grip on his arms she begged, “Jared we need to get out of here..”
“We will..” he responded back, trying to sort out how to deal with the DVD he couldn't get close to to destroy or snap Lois out of it, it didn't help that he could 'feel' Jared at the back of his mind. He was lost in these thoughts when everything changed in a matter of seconds. There was a sharp crack of thunder and lightening as the kitchen door went off its hinges hitting the floor with a loud bang. Revealing a figure who appeared far larger then he really was by the repeated lightening flashes behind him.
Clark, who had ceased to be Clark the moment the door hit the floor, screamed half a fraction before Lois did.
Shelby leaped up at the intruder only to be knocked aside, which sent Cecelia and Jared into another round of screams and yelps as they pressed up tighter against the side of the arch separating the kitchen and the living room.
Jared's eyes darted around, he couldn't let this man hurt Cecelia so he snatched at a lamp and threw it at Zod, who at that moment stood bewildered as to why he was even there. Why Clark screamed and threw a lamp at him came in second to the confusion swirling in his head. He remember watching them outside but yet couldn't place why or what exactly was going on.
“Wha..” Zod began to demand an answer, his attention shifting from the broken lamp at his feet to Clark when Lois began to blubber, “No..No.. Jared..save me..Jared!..Oh god oh god..no.” She tugged at Clark's arm trying to pull him further into the living room.
Taking a step back with the panicked Cecelia behind him, Jared put a hand out in a pitiful attempt to ward off the Steak man, “You don't have to do this.. Neither of us know what you look like. Its dark you know.. You can leave now and we'll never say a thing to anyone. “ He was pleading.
Zod cocked his head to the side, eyes narrowed as he watched the scared couple. There was some blanks in his memory but he was beginning to get clarity as to what was happening. Kal-el was this Jared and Lois was Cecelia and they thought he was out to kill them. He had wanted to; a part of him still did.
Now he tried to sort out how to proceed. In this state it was possible Kal-El would let it slip about the Book of Rao.. it was worth a try. But first he had to some how get this 'Jared' to trust him, or make him feel forced. Zod wasn't above grabbing Lois and using her as leverage.
With his own hands spread out, Zod responded in what was suppose to be a reassuring tone, “Kill you? You misunderstand my intentions. I think we can come to an understanding.. you can help me..and then I'll leave.”
Jared swallowed not believing him and shook his head, “Why would you spare us when you killed everyone else? What did you do to Sam?!”
Cecelia clutched on to his back, “Jared..don't.. “ she hissed, peering around his shoulder at the Steak Man. She couldn't see his face very well in the dark but when another strike of lightening illuminated the room for half a second she was sure she saw the side of his mouth curl into a sneer.
“Sam?.. Don't you worry about Sam.. You give me what I want..” And then the question hit him hard. Zod frowned, what did he want? He wanted the Book of Rao. ...no that wasn't right.. He wanted to get rid of these two.. they couldn't survive to tell. No witnesses.
“Give me what I want..” he repeated trying to resume his previous train of thought. But as he took a step towards Clark and Lois it became lost. The internal battle of agenda's was decided and not in Zod's favour.
Against his will he snarled as he moved for the steak knives on the counter, “How do you want your end? flayed or diced?” He pulled out the largest of the knives and grinned at the two of them, a flash lit up his features causing Cecelia to scream.
Jared wasted no time in pulling her for the front door but it meant passing the glowing green DVD player and the pain that rushed through him like fire caused him to trip. Cecelia in her hysteria didn't notice Jared had fallen and instead of being smart and heading for the door she ran up the stairs.
The Steak Man rushed forward after them, and as he crossed over the threshold and went by Jared in his pursuit of Cecelia, he also felt the fire pass through his veins forcing him to hit his knees in agony. His eye's caught Jared's as the other man pulled himself up and for a moment they weren't Jared and the Steak man anymore but Clark and Zod.
In that brief moment, the unspoken exchange between them relayed their equal frustration at the roles they played and the desire to end the charade. But when it passed Jared received a kick to his gut as the Steak man pushed himself off the floor and raced for the stair case.
Groaning, Jared pulled himself across the floor, “Cecelia I'll save you” he promised both her and himself as he slowly got to his feet.
She couldn't explain why she decided to hide in the bedroom closet, but she was there. Holding the umbrella that had fallen across her foot when she stepped in it, close to her chest trying to breath quietly. He couldn't find her..he just couldn't.
Cecelia knew it. Knew that Jared wouldn't really be able to protect her despite all his promises, the Steak Man was just to powerful. A sob escaped her as she realized she'd probably die right there, found days later with a steak knife in her. What a ridiculous death!
“Oh Darlin........” A sarcastic slightly accented voice drawled out.
Biting her bottom lip, Cecelia bit back a cry and held her breath as she closed her eyes hoping he wouldn't find her.
As she slide down trying to hide deeper into the closet, a brush of fabric across her nose brought an image to her mind. She could remember secretly digging through this very closet looking for a specific flannel that had picked up his scent.. his.. the man she was in love with..the man who was Clark not Jared.
Lois frowned. Wait a second... she wasn't Cecelia.. so why was she hiding? She didn't have time to rethink her position as Zod was now in the bedroom. Lois found she was no longer shaking from fear but confused.. Why was Zod here?.. oh wait..he was the Steak man?
She watched, through the tiny crack in between the closet doors, as he looked around dramatically with the steak knife held up like he was some sort of clichéd character, which in effect he now was.
When did Zod become the Steak Man? How had he become the character?
With a mental shake of her head, Lois decided to claim back the situation and get out of there, especially as she was worried about Clark. Where was he?
She would have thought 'speak of the devil' if she had of had time, for Clark suddenly burst into the room at a remarkable speed, just as she flung upon the doors catching Zod in the face.
Falling back, Zod hit the floor dazed while Clark had leapt over the bed, landing on top of him with a loud crunch. Lois grimaced before helping Clark to his feet from an unconscious Zod sprawled beneath him, “Come on Clark before we're taken over again.”
The look she got back as he stood went from confusion to horror as they both looked down to see the knife protruding out of his chest.
She felt the colour drain from her face as his shocked gaze met hers, “Cecelia.. I..I don't think that's suppose to be there.”
Index - / - Part 5
Will Jared/Clark survive? What will Lois do now? How will they get rid of that dvd?! All this to come... 
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