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Lois experienced a weird sense of deja vu, opening the front door and following a wobbly Clark into their living room. She supposed it was because this was the second time in less than twenty-four hours that she'd brought him home in a less than healthy condition after a close brush with danger. Except that this time, the atmosphere had changed between them. The ride home had been quiet, but it had been a companionable quiet - they had both been slightly high after their
narrow escape in the parking lot, and it had been fun sharing that crazy feeling of hysteria with him. Just like old times.

Clark's voice turned harsh, his dark eyes blazing. "Okay, Ms.
Logic. Turn around and walk away from me. I won't stop you this time."
He folded his arms across his chest and narrowed his eyes.

She looked at him, speechless for once, not moving.

"Go ahead, " he taunted. "You can do it. It's the *logical* thing
to do. Just like it was the logical thing to search for me. To risk your
life for me."

She stared at him for a moment, her temper rising. How dare he?
She did not belong to him. Then, in a swift determined motion, her dark
hair swinging, she turned and strode away from him.

She stared at him for a moment, her temper rising. How dare he?
She did not belong to him. Then, in a swift determined motion, her dark
hair swinging, she turned and strode away from him. She walked about fifty
feet, her thoughts and emotions jumbled. What if he was right? He was so
stubborn. It was her decision to make; he'd always waited for her to make
the decision. He was waiting now. She turned to look back. He was still
standing there, his arms crossed and his legs planted slightly apart, Clark
Kent Superman. Kal El.

She met his stern eyes and then, for some reason, she had no idea
why, she laughed. She laughed at the ridiculousness of their situation and
at herself for the inconsistency of her feelings, torn between her need for
autonomy and her need to love more than just herself, to love him, and she
laughed at his stubbornness. Then she saw the harsh angles of his face
soften into a smile of his own, the most wonderful smile.

She began to walk back to him. He met her half way. Standing in
front of him, she said, "OK, I figure it'll take a week to organize a small
wedding." She poked him in the chest with her index finger. "Next
Saturday."

Clark grinned, a magnificent joyful grin that flashed his
happiness. Picking her up, he whirled her around and kissed her hard. I
told you so," he said as he continued to kiss her. "Woman of my dreams."
He nuzzled her throat, "Forever."

"Clark," her voice was a soft sigh, "Clark."

"So does this mean you'll marry me?"

That woke her up. "Clark, you can't ask me that here, now."

"Why not? Lois..."

"Why not? Clark! What will we tell our kids? You know when they
ask that question that all kids ask, like the one I asked your parents last
night." She quoted her question, "How did Jonathan propose, Martha?" She
continued, "Only our kids are going to be little the first time they ask
it. What are you going to say to them, Clark? "Oh, we were lying stark
naked in the woods after we'd had sex and I popped the question." I don't
think so."

Clark laughed, "So that means yes?"

"Clark," her voice was a warning as she got to her feet. "Don't
you dare..." She stopped, looking around at the bits of clothing that were
strewn in a small circle around them, and then fished out a couple of lacy
scraps. Clark rose to his feet beside her, kissed her lightly, and then
reached over to pick up her shirt.

His eyes were teasing and happy as he helped her on with the shirt,
carefully buttoning it up for her as he spoke. "Okay, I'll do it properly,
later, when we're both fully dressed. Maybe I'll go down on bended knee.
I'll have to think about this, plan it just right," he gestured with his
right hand, sketching an imaginary setting where all this would happen.

Lois looked at him, standing in that small circle of sun in the
woods, the light caressing the muscles of his powerful body as he happily
sketched out what he thought would be a good proposal for children to hear.
He was the most amazing man, she thought. She handed him his shirt.
"Here, cowboy. Put on your shirt and take me to Shuster's field."

Lois closed her mouth, once she realized she'd been openly gaping
at the woman, and took a deep breath, pulling herself together
long enough to get one thing straight.

"Where did you get your medical license? Ronald McDonald
University? Listen lady... I cannot possibly be pregnant. I
haven't had sex in... a *long* time," she said, her cheeks burning.

"Who does this woman think she *is*?" Lois thought angrily,
seething at all of this, finding this woman's stupidity a
complete inconvenience for her. She had better things she could
be doing.

"I promise you. I am right. I mean, look at the facts. You
haven't been eating any differently than you normally do you
said. You said maybe you had even been eating less than normal.
But you've gained weight."

"Or *you* have a faulty scale. I said that before and I'll say
it again!"

"And you have been nauseous and today you got sick. You can
expect more of that, by the way, for the next couple of months."

Lois tried to keep herself in check. But then she burst.
"You're nuts!" She felt like she had just stepped through the
looking-glass.

"I have been at this a long time. Long enough to have possibly
informed your mother that she was pregnant with you. And I have
never... been... wrong," she said, proudly.

"Well, doc, you're wrong today," Lois said. When the doctor
didn't look convinced, Lois sat forward. "I honestly have not
had sex in almost two years," she said, in a hushed voice,
blushing all over because of the nature of the conversation.

Pulling the keyboard forward, Lois poised her fingers above it, wondering what kind of password Clark might choose. "Smallville," she
typed confidently, then hit enter.

Lois furrowed her brow slightly as the
"Incorrect Password" message flashed before her
eyes. She chewed on her lip before trying
again. "Kansas."

When she received the same response, her brow
knitted more tightly. She looked worriedly at
the screen as she began to type anything that
sounded likely.

"Farmboy?"

No ...

"CornRules?"

"CowTipping?"

"Twinkies?"

No, no and triple no.

Lois took a deep breath, trying to stop the
desperation that was threatening to well up in
the pit of her stomach.

"WildTies?"

"KnobTailedGeckos?"

"BottomBanana??"

Lois dropped her head into her hands. Why was
this so hard?!

Taking another deep breath, Lois forced herself
to think. People usually choose passwords that
are important to them, right? After all, hers
was "Superman" ...

Eyes widening, Lois entered her next attempt,
almost afraid to see the results ...

"LoisLane."

And just like that, she was in.

"And the daydream was about?" she asked, her voice becoming
soft and drowsy.

"Nothing very exciting," he shrugged. "Just you and me
walking out onto my terrace ... talking."

Lois grinned. "Was I wearing burgundy?"

"No." Clark had to laugh. Even drowsy and still buzzing a
bit from too much wine, Lois wouldn't let it go. "Maybe a
combination of a lot of things I've seen your wear."

"Formal? Business?"

Clark laughed again. "I don't know. Kind of like what
you're wearing, but longer..."

"Sort of a cocktail dress."

"And looser."

"Looser? How?"

Clark began to blush. "Well, at the top it ... the dress
kind of ..."

"Ah," Lois smiled. "It was low cut and not terribly ...
constricting?"

Clark's face was on fire. "Yes."

"I didn't happen to bend forward in the daydream, did I?"

"Only when you set the champagne glasses down," he said,
feeling very awkward. "Oh, but I wasn't looking at them!"

Clark sat in his apartment staring at the blank TV screen.
He was numb. It was all a lie. It was all over. Lois was
pregnant with another man's baby. Clark closed his eyes as
his thoughts grew ever darker. He began to convince
himself that Lois hadn't dumped Scardino at all, that it
had been the other way around. He dumped *her*, maybe when
she told him she was pregnant. What had she planned? Turn
to him after Scardino left her pregnant? Foist the baby
off as his? That thought made Clark laugh bitterly. She'd
left out an important step if that had been her plan.

"No," Clark said firmly. "Lois would *not* do that."

She could so easily have made love to him and then claimed
the baby was his. It's not like he was the one balking.
No, it had to be another reason she'd turned to him. To
make Scardino jealous? Clark laughed again. Right, a DEA
agent jealous of a journalist.

Something wasn't adding up. *Nothing* was adding up. If
Lois knew she was pregnant, she wouldn't have let Klein run
tests on her. So, maybe she didn't know she was pregnant
until she got the test results. Maybe that's why he hadn't
heard from her yet. She had to contact Scardino and give
him the "joyful" news.

Clark rose from the sofa with an exhausted sigh. Lois
hardly *knew* Scardino. Clark had known her two years, and
yet even with them now in a romantic, committed
relationship, she wouldn't ... Nope, it wasn't adding up at
all. Something was just *way* off.

It was at that moment Klein's comment cut through Clark's
murky thinking. "It must have been a total shock to Ms.
Lane. She kept saying 'that's impossible'."

"Impossible," Clark whispered.

Throughout this discussion, Clark Kent hadn't said a word and had let his wife argue for him. After all, he certainly wasn't stupid! He certainly wasn't going to
argue with Lois! Of course, he was probably very excited for their inter-dimensional trip and just wanted to get there in any way he could.

"Do you have your notes for the fertility treatment and for the Kryptonite vaccine?" Wells asked, wanting to make sure that they were completely prepared before they left.

Lois nodded quickly and said, "We're ready. Come on, let's just go."

“Hey, you look familiar.” The boy squinted as he looked at her more closely. “I’ve seen you before.”

“Hmmm,” she answered noncommittally. But instead of putting her head down, she stared at him. He wasn’t even really a man, more like a kid. Of course, she didn’t know many kids who walked around with the handle of a gun sticking blatantly out of their waistbands. She wondered how someone so young found himself in this situation.

He rubbed his thin chin, thinking. “I know. On the side of the route 313 bus. An ad for some newspaper.” Suddenly, his face brightened, a wide smile showing front teeth that were slightly crooked. “You’re Lois Lane!”

She nodded regretfully. Once again she had reason to curse the ad manager who had insisted on the splashy “Lane and Kent” ads spread all over Metropolis. The side of the bus, for heaven’s sake!

“Wow! I read your stuff all the time. In the Daily Planet, right?” the boy gushed. “Wow. I can’t believe it. Lois Lane!”

Sitting up a little, she leaned on her elbows trying to find a comfortable position. “And you are?”

“Adam Jenkins,” he offered without hesitation, and Lois thought his chest puffed out slightly. “Geez, you know, I remember this one article you did. About guys who scam old people out of their savings by telling them that
they’ve got poison gas in their basements. And just after that, this jerk tried to do that to my grandma. If I hadn’t seen your story, she’d have lost it all. But I ran the guy off. Could tell from a mile away he was a total scumbag.”

"I'm talking about hard news, Mr. Kent, not the fluffy touchy-feely cotton candy pieces that float out of your word processor."

"Excuse me? Cotton candy? Fluffy touchy-feely pieces?"

"Yes. I read your articles on that dig in Kenya. You should have focused on how difficult it is to find qualified student assistants instead of holding the sponsors up as martinets."

"I wrote what I saw and what I heard. I don't publish rumor or innuendo."

"And you're insinuating that I do?"

"It sounds like you're considering it."

"I'm considering writing the truth."

"Before you gather all the facts? You must drive your professors crazy with your conspiracy theories."

"It's not a theory if I can prove it!"

"I don't think you're looking for proof."

"And I don't think you can see past the ring in your nose that you think is on your finger!"

Clark's face darkened even more and he took a step towards Lois. "I think you should leave."

"And why should I do that?"

"Because I don't think I like you very much, Miss Lane."