A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Six (Part Two):
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kaylakrystyne
kaylakrystyne Smallville and Clois lover :)
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Two lone souls running from their pasts. One wants to be free. Another wants to escape. They meet in the most unexpected way, and find solace in each other, but how long can that happiness last? CLOIS!!!

A Summer in Love (A Smallville Fanfiction Story) Chapter Six (Part Two):

Lois frowned at him, her nose crinkling, and her brows furrowing. “What?” She looked cute when she did that, Clark thought to himself. “I prefer to be called intergalactic traveler.”

She stared at him, completely dumbfounded, and rolled her eyes. There was just no logic to that whatsoever. “You do realize that it’s the same thing, right?” He shrugged his shoulders, and smiled, a lopsided smile.

He watched her for a few seconds. She wasn’t looking at him like a freak. She wasn’t scrutinizing him. She wasn’t doing anything besides smiling at him.

What was she thinking? Did she want to know anything? Did she have questions? He took a deep breath. “Um, Lois?” She nodded, a sign for him to continue. “A-Are you okay with all of this?”

She shrugged her shoulders. “You mean the fact that you’re not exactly from around here?” He nodded. “That doesn’t bother me, but…”

He could feel the fear seeping into his veins, chilling him to the bone. “But, what?” She grinned from ear to ear. “You can’t just drop a bombshell like that, and expect nothing in return. I’m literally dying with questions over here.”

He figured that she might. “What do you want to know?” She turned her body towards him, crossed her legs, and placed her hands on her thighs. “I want to know…everything.” He gulped. “E-Everything?”

She nodded, staring at him with expectation. He turned his body towards hers, so they were facing each other, and copied her movements. “What do you want to know first?”

She grinned. “Oh, I don’t know. Where do you come from? When did you get here? What’s your real name? How did you get your abilities? Do you have other abilities? Do you have a spaceship? What—”

“Okay. Okay, I get it. You want to know everything,” he interrupted her multitude of rambling questions. “How about I just start at the beginning?” She scooted closer to him, her excitement showing, and waited, patiently.

He couldn’t help, but smile, at her eagerness. She seemed really excited, and that gave him some hope that this would all go okay. He needed this to be alright. He liked her, and what she thought about him meant a lot.

“I only found out a few years ago, and some things I don’t even understand about myself yet so, I can’t really explain everything, an—” “Clark!” She interrupted him. “Your procrastinating, farm boy, it doesn’t matter if you know everything or not so, come on! Spill!”

He took a deep, long refreshing breath before telling her everything. He explained how when he was a baby, his parents sent him to earth in a spaceship to protect him from the ultimate destruction of his planet, Krypton.

Three years later, his spaceship crashed through earth’s atmosphere in a massive meteor shower, which had remnants of his home world.

Once he had landed, a farming couple found him, and took him into their home as if he was one of them.

They raised him, taking care of him, and protected him and his spaceship for all of these years.

She listened, intently, never interrupting him once, which was definitely a world record for her, as he told her his life story. Her heart literally ached for him.

She couldn’t even imagine what it was like knowing your parents, who obviously loved you sent you away to protect you from the fate they, and the rest of their civilization endured.

What it was like feeling alone, isolated, and abandoned before his parents found him, and still feeling alone and isolated because he knew he was the last of his kind.

He had been through so much in such a short amount of time, and he still didn’t know everything about who he was, what he really was, and what he was supposed to be.

She couldn’t even begin to imagine what his life was life growing up, knowing he was different from everybody else, and trying to pretend to be something he wasn’t. She felt for him in her mind, heart, and soul so very, very deeply.

He watched, as she digested everything he had told her. It was a lot to take in.

Not only did she just find out that he wasn’t even from this planet, but what he endured on getting here, even if he didn’t remember that part of his life, and what it was like arriving on earth, not knowing or understanding the strange, strange planet he landed on.

What was she thinking? She said that him being an alien didn’t bother her, but what did that mean exactly? Was she terrified of him now? He needed to know what was going through that beautiful mind of hers. “Lois?”

“Hmm?” He sighed, as she just blankly stared, and was growing really concerned. Did he frighten her in some way? He really hoped not. “Uh, Lois? Are you okay?”

She nodded, absently, not even looking at him. She was still lost in her hoard of hazy thoughts. She just couldn’t believe everything that he had went through, everything that he endured, everything that he still didn’t know about himself.

What was he feeling about all of this? What was he thinking? Was he scared of his own future? Was he unsure of his own life? Was he doubting himself? Did he want to be normal?

He continued to watch her for a few more minutes, noticing every little emotion that crossed her face, and it was beginning to become worrisome. From the moment he had met her, she had never been this silent, and that terrified him.

She liked talking, he knew that much, but it didn’t seem normal for her to be speechless. He was nervous. He was anxious. He was terrified. He was worried.

Did she accept him? Was she scared of him? Was she going to tell anyone? What the hell was she thinking? He really, really needed to know. He cleared his throat. “Lois?”

She was still lost in her thoughts, when she faintly heard his voice calling her name, and quickly brought herself out of her stupor. She shook her head, softly, blinked a few times, and cleared away her fuzzy thoughts.

She looked up at him, and saw the tirade of emotions that crossed his face that were clouding his mind.

Fear.

He was dreading that she wasn’t going to accept him—that she wouldn’t accept the real him, the part of him that he never, ever, showed anyone.

Concern.

He was apprehensive that she was now terrified of him because of what she now knew about him—afraid that she saw him as a freak or a monster.

Nervousness.

He was panicking at the thought that she might tell someone his secret—a secret, he had probably kept hidden from everyone.

He took a deep breath. This was the moment he would find out what he needed—wanted to know. “Lois, h-how are you feeling about all of this?”

She gave him a tiny smile before grabbing his hand, and squeezing it reassuringly.

“I’m okay, I promise. I want you to know that it doesn’t matter to me. It doesn’t matter where you came from, how you came to be here, or how you have these amazing abilities. You’re not a freak. You’re not a monster. I might not know you very well, but what I do know is that you are the kindest, sweetest, and most caring person I have ever met.”

He gave her a questioning look, and she quickly cut off his retort.

“Yes, you’re a person, not an alien—intergalactic travel, whatever. You, Clark Kent, are a farmer who wears the most disgusting, and hideous looking plaid shirts, and just happened to save my life, even though you didn’t have to. You’re amazing, and it has nothing to do with what you are or what you can do, it’s about what’s in your heart—your mind, and soul.”

She took a deep breath. “I will never, ever, breath a word of what you have told me today. I promise you that your secret will never leave my lips, it will always be safe with me.”

He smiled, at the woman, who he knew would never stop surprising him. She wasn’t just amazing, she was absolutely incredible, and the most extraordinary person he has ever met in his entire life.

“Thank you. I’m guessing you still have questions,” he added, after seeing the cogs still turning in her head. She grinned, turns out he can read her as well as she can read him. “I only have a few more questions.”

He nodded, waiting for her to continue, but was not prepared for her first question. “What’s your name?” He stared at her, not understanding that question whatsoever. “What?”

She laughed, at the dumbfounded look on his face. “What were you called before you came to earth? Or do you not know?” Oh! That makes more sense. He thought to himself.

He shifted, uncomfortably, not liking that question because it reminded him too much about everything he’s done, and he really didn’t want to think about that right now, but figured she deserved to know. “It’s Kal-El.”

She repeated it, slowly, trying it out on her tongue. “Kal-El?” She crinkled her nose, at the way it sounded coming from her lips. It was just plain weird.

He nodded, and chuckled at the expression on her face. “I know. It’s weird.” She smiled. “Yeah, I think I’ll just stick with Clark.” He was happy about that. He really didn’t want her calling him by his Kryptonian name.

“I think I’d prefer that, anyways. I’ve always been Clark, and always will be.” She clapped her hands together. "Okay! Next question, well, two actually, but I promise they are related.” Oh, this was going to be good, he thought to himself.

She grinned from ear to ear, “How do you get your abilities? And do you have more than what I’ve already seen?” He sighed. It figures that she would be curious about that.

“Okay, um, I have quite a few, the first being that I’m virtually invulnerable, I—” “Woah! Stop there! Virtually invulnerable? You mean nothing can hurt you?” He nodded.

This was intriguing. “So, if you were to get shot, for instance, it would what? Bounce off you like nothing ever hit you?” He nodded, again. “So, you’re what? Immortal?”

He shook his head. It would seem that way to anyone, of course, that wasn’t exactly the case. “No. I can still get hurt, bleed, and die just like everyone else. Do you remember when I mentioned the meteor shower that brought me here?”

She nodded.

“Well, with it came radioactive pieces of my home planet. There are two types, at least that I know of, green and red kryptonite. The red meteor rock, is like a drug to me, it diminishes all my inhibitions, and turns me into a completely different person. The green, on the other hand, is fatal to me, if I’m around it for an extended amount of time, it could kill me.”

She immediately paled. He could get hurt. He could be killed. She didn’t like that thought one bit.

She might not know him very well, but she liked him—she cared about him, and she definitely didn’t want anything bad to happen to him.

To be continued...

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