Rules of Trust
Folc4evernaday
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Previously on Guy Rule Number One:Lois turned to Clark with a shy smile, running her hand over his chest, “I guess it'll take more than a few terrorists to bring down this paper.”
“With Perry and Jimmy on board? Definitely.” Clark nodded, “So, what do you say we get this article written sleep for a day and then you have dinner with me tomorrow night?”
“Sleep does sound good.” She smiled, “Are you sure you still want to date a self-absorbed judgmental know-it-all that steals stories from her friends?”
“I have it on good authority she’s worth it.” He reached over to cup her cheek, “So, is it a date?”
She ran her hands up his chest until they were resting on his shoulders and whispered, “It’s a date.”
His smile spread across his face, and he held her gaze, “You won’t be sorry.”
She looked back at him with a smirk. “You seem pretty confident about this date. What if it doesn’t work out? What makes you think I’m not going to have a horrible time and leave?”
“That won’t be possible.” He responded with a twinkle in his eye.
“Pretty sure of yourself there, aren’t you, Kent?”
“I am.”
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TeaserLois Lane tapped her hand on the table, recalling her conversation with Clark yesterday morning. They’d stopped Ryan Wiley from hijacking the Hawkeye satellite and rescued her friend Molly. Things were slowly getting back to normal—well as normal as things got for them anyway.
After suppressing her feelings for the last few months and trying to go back to how things had once been between her and Clark before Lex’s proposal they’d finally talked—and more than talked. She couldn’t suppress the smile as it slowly spread across her face, recalling how heated the kiss in his apartment had been. Things had definitely changed between her and Clark.
They were supposed to go out tonight.
Clark had confidently made her agree to ‘several dates’ after calling a halt to their very heated make out session the other night. It was a new feeling—thinking of Clark like this—being free to think of him like this. After over a year of going back and forth they were finally going to do this—and it scared her yet thrilled her at the same time.
“Lois!”
Molly had called her for lunch and hearing her old friend’s distressed tone she’d agreed to meet her at the local vegan restaurant –a place she’d swore she’d never step foot in. Lois smiled, waving at her friend from the table.
“Molly!” Lois beamed, watching as she took her seat.
“Thanks for meeting me here. I know it’s not your usual place…” Molly said, taking a scan at the menu, “…but they’ve really got some great stuff. Their Vegan Burger is to die for.”
Lois forced a smile, “If you say so.”
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“Really?”
Clark had to suppress a chuckle at his parents’ joint delight at the kitchen table that afternoon. He’d updated them with a synopsis of what had happened over the last few days –minus the fight he’d gotten into with Lois and her trying to set him up with the pool of interns at the Planet. That wasn’t something he wanted to get into with his parents. He definitely didn’t want to tell them about what had transpired at his apartment between him and Lois. They were close, but not that close.
“You’re finally going to tell her?” his mom asked with a wide grin.
“Yeah, I’m going to…” He stopped mid-sentence. “What do you mean, ‘finally’?” he asked.
“Well, what your mother is trying to say is, we’ve held out hope that you and Lois would…” His dad looked at his mom for help.
“Quit dancing around about how you feel and just tell her already!” his mom blurted out a bit too quickly.
He raised his eyebrows at her, “Exactly how long have you been holding that in?”
His mom softened her tone, scooting her chair up to him, “Clark, I know last summer was hard. It was hard for us to watch you go through it and not be able to help…but honey there were times I wanted to knock you upside the head. You let your feelings get in the way of doing what Superman does best…protecting those that can’t protect themselves. All because you were too stubborn to tell her the real truth.”
“I told her the truth. She didn’t want to hear it.” Clark argued half-heartedly. He really didn’t want to rehash this subject. It was getting too close to the conversation he’d had with Lois the previous night and right now he wanted to be thinking about his date and how he was going to convince Lois not to hate him for all eternity when he finally did tell her what—according to his parents he should have told her last summer.
“Clark Kent, you’re the most stubborn man I’ve ever met.” His mom interjected, “When you set your mind to something you always get your way. If you wanted her to hear it you would have found a way.”
Clark looked down, not sure how to respond. “You can’t keep comparing yourself to Superman. You’ll drive yourself nuts.” His dad interjected, guessing that was the reason for his lack of response.
“Well, speaking in the third-person.” His mom mused, “You’re halfway there.”
Clark chuckled, “I know. I guess I was afraid of what would happen if Lois believed Superman about Luthor after not believing Clark. It’s hard living up to the image that’s been built up. He’s just a disguise. A suit and cape I wear to save the day.”
“But to the rest of the world he isn’t.” his dad reminded him. “You are Superman, son. The sooner you come to terms with that and accept that the better off you’ll be.”
“I know.” Clark gave him a half-smile. “Believe me I know.”
“What changed your mind?” his mom asked with a twinkle in her eye.
“Lois.” His parents gave him a quizzical glance and he continued, “We talked the other day about…. everything. What had happened last summer and things that were said. We worked through a lot.”
“And?” his mom asked with a knowing smile.
“And I’m taking her out to dinner tonight. I’m going to tell her everything.” He let out a long sigh, “I just hope she doesn’t hate me when this is all over.”
“She could never hate you.” His mom reassured.
“You don’t know Lois like I do.” He reminded her with a wince.
“I think she’ll surprise you.” His dad reassured him, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder.
“I hope you’re right.” Clark sighed, taking a look at the clock. “I’ve got to get back. I need to squeeze in a patrol before I start getting ready.”
“Good luck.” His mom called after him.
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TBC...
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