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17 March 2007 @ 10:17 am
Posting LS: Now The Fun Really Begins... ;) Part Two  
Again, shut  up, limited-space LJ! *roll eyes and posted the second half* You are my Lex Luthor!

 

Lois headed for her parking spot, and then remembered that her car was out of commission.  And that seems so very coincidental now.  Feels like it happened days – months –ago.  Damn Luthor.  He’s plotted this from beginning to end.  She refused to let herself think what that meant for their chances of finding the twins.  Luthor’s been beaten before.  He may be smart, but he’s no match for Lois Lane and Superman on the warpath, she told herself.

Beside her, Richard was already fishing his keys out of his pocket, and she mentally added, And Richard.  He went to his car, a gunmetal-gray Saab Aero Sport Sedan which he adored about as much as Lois loved her Audi, and paused by the driver’s side door.

Blue eyes met hazel.  “Do you want to drive?” Richard offered.

Lois smiled sadly.  “You don’t want me behind the wheel right now, Richard.  But thanks.  I understand…”  What an amazingly good man he is.  Offering to give me control of something, even if it’s just a steering wheel.  And I know how he feels about his ‘born from jets’ car.  But no…

“Okay,” he said quietly, and unlocked the doors for both of them.  “You want to head for the furthest out and work our way in?”

“Sounds good,” Lois muttered, looking at the list.  “Go up Bond Avenue to Neill Street, then.”

Silence ruled between them for a long time, each busy with their own tumultuous thoughts.  Richard was finding it surprisingly awkward to be with Lois at the moment, questions about her meeting with Superman nibbling at his mind.  Lois was swinging between anger and anguish, trying to be strong for the twins, but terrified for them.

After a while, Richard asked, “So what else did you find out?”

“Huh?”

“You were gone a while,” he replied, not accusingly, his voice just curious as he kept his eyes on the road.  “Since we’ve got a few minutes, tell me what happened.”

Oh, like that’s not awkward as hell.  My conversation with my ex is so not any of your business.  Lois sighed in aggravation, and said simply, “He recognized the crystals, and I made him take me with him to the Fortress.  I’ve never … I never realized he could be so furious.  Luthor’s in for a surprise.”

Richard’s eyebrows rose, but he changed the topic a little.  “The Fortress.  That’s twice you’ve mentioned it.  What, does he have some castle up in the Himalayas or something?”

At least it made Lois chuckle.  “No, nothing like that.  Well…  It’s kind of…  The Fortress of Solitude is where he keeps the remnants of his Kryptonian heritage.  More a museum and library than a home.  And no one – except me and that bastard Luthor – knows where it is.”

“How’d Luthor find out?”  Richard was trying to keep her talking, stop her from plunging back into despair.

That worked; Lois bristled, her hazel eyes brightening with spite.  “Somehow Luthor tracked him.  And he led those Kryptonians – General Zod and his little friends – right to the Fortress.  With Non carrying me as bait.”

Richard glanced at her.  “But Luthor’s trial…”

Lois cleared her throat angrily.  “I had amnesia; I’d seen Superman very nearly killed, or so I thought, and I’d been held prisoner by three psychotic intergalactic criminals, each with his powers.  It was post-traumatic stress or something that made me block it all out.  By the time I got the memories back, Vanderworth’s fancy lawyers had already gotten my testimony blocked, and Luthor was out of jail.”

Richard’s hands tensed on the wheel.  “God, I hate how much money can do in the wrong hands.”

“Tell me about it,” Lois said softly, staring out the window as they threaded their way through traffic.

 

 

Perry’s eyes weren’t quite up to the microfiche, he grudgingly admitted, so he let Olsen search the archives while he handled the phones.  Before he could even place the first call, however, his direct line rang.  Daily Planet, White,” he said gruffly into the phone.

“Peregrine White, you tell my daughter to drag herself off of whatever story you’ve got her chasing and get home right this instant.  She and the twins are missing Nora’s birthday party!”

Perry winced.  “Elinore…”

“Don’t even start with me, Perry.  Lois isn’t answering her cell phone, and you’d think she would learn her lesson after what happened earlier this week.  Don’t make me drive up there to get her…”

Perry closed his eyes, remembering that the phone was now in his desk drawer, turned off.  “Ella, listen,” he said, his voice getting a little hoarse.  God, he could hear the other kids in the background, and it just made the present situation all the worse.

“This had better be good,” she replied sharply, as Lucy called her name admonishingly from somewhere near the phone.

“It’s isn’t,” Perry told her, and something about his tone finally silenced her.  “Ella, I think you should take the call somewhere away from the kids.  I’ll hold.”

“Oh, God…”

“Ella, go pick up the other extension.  Do it.”  None of his usual jocular flirtation now.  Perry was all business.

Elinore Lane had been a general’s wife, and she coped.  The phone clacked against the table briskly, and he heard her say to Lucy, “Hang it up in a minute; I’ll take this in your room.”

“Mom?”

“Lucy, do as I say.”

In a moment, Perry heard another receiver picked up, and after a pause, the first one was replaced in its cradle.  “Well, Mr. White?” Ella said.  

Perry took a deep breath and ground his knuckles against his eyes, hating what he would have to tell her.

 

 

“Your car or mine?” Lana said in the elevator, lifted an auburn brow at Clark.

“Well, you know, I only live a few blocks from work,” he replied with only half his attention.  The rest was listening to Lois, trying to decide if she was going to be all right.  So far it sounded promising.

“Ah.  My car by default.”  Lana nodded, reaching into her purse for the keys.  “I warn you, it’s a rental.  One my assistant picked, no less.  I don’t normally drive a Cadillac.”

“A what?” Clark said, turning to look at her with a slight frown.

“She says I’m supposed to travel in style.  I vetoed the red convertible, so she had to get a high-end Cadillac DTS instead.  I mean, really.  How pretentious can you get?” Lana said.

“Couldn’t you exchange it?”  Clark was having trouble reconciling the Lana he knew, whose parents had been well-off by Smallville standards but were strictly Oldsmobile drivers, with the fashion designer who was presently walking up to a pale green Cadillac.

“All they had left were SUVs and a couple of sports cars.  This was the most sensible option,” Lana replied.  In spite of her disparaging remarks, she smiled fondly at the car.  “It looks good with my hair, too.  The color’s called Green Silk.”

Clark just stared, and she chuckled at him as she unlocked the doors.  As long as he’d been in Metropolis, he was still a bit overwhelmed by a car that was probably worth as much as his first year’s salary with the Planet.  “Sorry, having a designer moment.  Where do you want to start?”  Lana turned somber again as she thought about their mission, the twins’ peril suppressing her normally cheerful personality.

Looking at their list, Clark quickly figured out which ones were closest and which were more distant.  “Let’s start nearby and work our way out,” he replied.  “The first possibility is this office building just over on Stamp Avenue.”

Lana nodded as they both buckled their seat belts.  “I think I knew which one, too.  The ‘for lease’ sign in the front window looks fairly old.”  As she steered the Cadillac out of the garage and onto the street, she glanced at Clark and asked, “How do you plan to get in, anyway?”

Clark hadn’t thought about that one.  He was pretty sure that Lois had sent Lana with him so he could keep her safe, knowing that his x-ray vision meant they didn’t actually have to break in.  “Oh, I wasn’t planning on going inside,” he replied diffidently.  “We ought to be able to tell if there’s been any, uh, recent activity without having to break and enter.”

Lana nodded.  “Sounds wise.  Of course, Lois is probably planning to shoot locks off doors and God knows what else.”

“Richard won’t let her,” Clark said quickly.  “Not to mention, she wouldn’t make all that noise when she could just pick the lock.”

“Easy, boy, you don’t have to get all defensive,” Lana said, raising an auburn brow at him. 

“Lana, I didn’t mean…”

The redhead sighed.  Clark, I know … you’re in love with her.”  It was on the tip of her tongue to say I know you’re the father of her children, but she paused and demurred instead.  That wasn’t her place to say, if he didn’t know; and if he did know, she’d wait for him tell her.

“Lana…”

“You made your feelings on this topic perfectly clear at the restaurant the other day,” Lana said, forestalling his objection.  “But even if you’re uncomfortable admitting you love her, it’s still true.”

“And Richard’s still her fiancé,” he pointed out, rather abruptly.

“Clark … he’s not blind, either,” she said, not noticing the alarmed look on Clark’s face.  “As a matter of fact … Clark, he thinks…”  Lana brought the car to a halt in front of a stop sign at the corner, and turned to look at him.  “Just how involved were you with Lois Lane?”

Blue eyes opened wide, and for a moment no answer was forthcoming.  “Lana … I don’t know what you’re talking about…”

Oh, the heck with it.  If he’s searching for them, he ought to at least know.  Clark, please.  You do know.  Richard … he thinks the twins are yours.”

 

 

The glass floor was black as pitch now, and the twins stayed away from it.  It just looked way too creepy, like anything that wanted to could just swim up from underneath and take a bite out of them.  Of course, that forced them away from the skylight and into the deepening darkness.

After several minutes of tense silence, Kala whispered, “Jason?”

“Yeah?”

“You scared?”

“A little.”  His tone was so hushed that only she could’ve heard it.

Another pause as they watched the shadows grow, seeming to pulse with malevolent life.  “Me too,” Kala finally murmured, and leaned against his shoulder.

In the moment before absolute blackness descended on them, before hope of salvation vanished forever, the overhead lights suddenly came on.  Instead of cheering, the twins flinched, the bright lights stinging their eyes.  “Ow,” they complained in unison, trying to shade their faces with their hands.

The main door opened, and a friendly voice called, “Hey, it’s getting kinda dark in here.  Thought you guys could use the light.”

Blinking rapidly, Jason recovered first.  He recognized the man who entered the room and locked the door behind him as the same one who’d brought their meals.  “Thanks,” Jason said cautiously.  “It was gettin’ dark.”

“Me, I don’t like the dark,” the man told them.  “You never know what’s in it, right?  Better to have lights on at night.  I even keep my lamp on in my bedroom – the guys tease me about it.”

“That’s mean,” Kala opined.  “How come they tease you?”

“Well, ‘cause I’m a big guy,” he replied as he moved toward the couches on the other end of the room.  He was carrying several blankets and a couple of pillows, and he started to arrange these items into beds for the twins.  “They think I’m a scaredy-cat because I’m a grownup and I don’t like the dark.”

“They’re mean,” Jason said sullenly.  “They hurt me an’ Kala when they brought us here.”

The big man went still for an instant, then turned around.  His eyes were suddenly scary, but his voice when he spoke was more outraged than angry.  “They hurt you?”

“Squeezed my arms, threw us in here,” Kala replied, intrigued now.

“I didn’t sign up for no job that involves hurtin’ kids,” the man said.  “And it ain’t gonna happen where I can see it, lemme tell ya.  I’ll have a little talk with those other guys, and they’ll leave you alone from now on.”

“Mister, can you get us out of here?” Jason asked, trying not to let his voice tremble at the thought.

He came over toward them, not too close, and sat down at the piano bench.  “Kids, there’s nothing I’d like more than to jump this ship and take you both with me,” he said sincerely.  “But we’re already out to sea, and I don’t know how to steer this boat.  The only other way out is the helicopter, and I can’t fly that, either.  We’re stuck.”

That news depressed the otherwise irrepressible twins.  For a few minutes they sat in silence, absorbing the inevitable.  But eventually the thought of their father – their real father – coming to their rescue cheered them again.  He could fly, after all.

The man touched the keys of the piano lightly, playing a few notes.  “You know, I never even got your names.  I’m Brutus.”

The twins hesitated a moment longer.  He didn’t seem mean, like the others.  He was trapped in this situation, like the twins; he was afraid of the dark, just like them.  Kala was the first to give her name, and Jason followed suit.

Brutus nodded.  “Nice to meet you, kids.  Well, do you need anything else?”

“You’re leaving?” Jason asked.

“Well, Mr. Luthor has stuff he wants me to do,” he replied.  “That guy … I wouldn’t want to upset him, you know?”

They both nodded.  “Are you coming back?” Kala said.

He grinned at them.  “With breakfast in the morning.  I’m gonna switch the side lights on and the overheads off, okay?  Make it easier for you guys to sleep.  It won’t be too dark, though.”

“You’re sure?” Jason’s voice trembled a little, though he tried to hide it.  Kala scooted a little closer to him, looking up nervously.

“Nah, it’ll be fine.  See that bar along the wall?  There’s a light set under each one of them, every couple feet.  You’ll have plenty of light.  They’re dimmer than the ones overhead.”

The twins nodded, both still a trifle wary.  Brutus went out, giving them a brief wave, and they heard the door lock.

What they had both thought was a merely decorative strip of metal, running along both walls at about shoulder height to an adult, now proved to be a low-intensity light.  A moment after those lights switched on, the brighter overheads went out.

It was dark … but not too dark.  With the reassurance provided by the lights, the grand ballroom became intriguing and mysterious instead of forbidding.  The light also began to attract fish to the glass.  Not giant, scary, child-eating fish, but pretty little darting fish.  The twins dragged the sofa cushions, blankets, and pillows over the glass floor and stared into the magical underwater realm.

A casual observer might have thought the children were enjoying a holiday, but no one who knew them well could mistake the signs of strain.  Jason wasn’t taking the opportunity to show off his science knowledge by naming the various types of fish, and Kala wasn’t claiming that he made some of them up.  In fact, both of them were nearly silent, and not arguing with each other – a sure sign to those who loved them that things were far from normal.





 
 
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sean_montgomery: Super!Reviewer!sean_montgomery on March 17th, 2007 03:12 pm (UTC)
Lots more mystery in this chapter. I really like that. You ladies are getting better and better at developing this plot and balancing the triangle (or is it a square now?). The proof is bursting from the seams in this chapter.

I like how you're making Lois and Richard investigate this portion of the mystery, but that cliffhanger with Lana and Clark! ARGH! Looks like the whole lot of us are taking after our beloved ECQ!

And I didn't know what I thought at first about Brutus being a companion of sorts with the twins, but the more I think about it... the more I like it. Leaves lots of interesting doors open. But the twins themselves... *hugs the dears* poor things. Makes my little heart sink to see them in this state.

Another good post, ladies! I shall faithfully review when posted on ff.net. Great job!
AlphieLJ: Familyalphielj on March 17th, 2007 06:45 pm (UTC)
It's about time someone said it out loud! Thos kids are YOURS, Clark. Do the math! LOL!

Anyway, it was so nice to see a scene with Lana and Clark that didn't make me want to vomit - IE the last episode of Crackville. I really like your Lana and I like how you have her with Richard. Still, I'm holding out for Clois more than that!

And the to end it with poor Jason and Kala all locked up STILL! I might tourture Jason endlesly in my fic, but I can't stand it when other people do it to him. Poor kiddo. Get them out of there ASAP!
✰ ❝elliαniα❞ ĸatrine: ¤Touch the Sky¤elliania on March 17th, 2007 07:05 pm (UTC)
Wouha!! So interresting! What a chapter!! I do think the teams are perfect! Like Lois' thought about Lana!! And the talk between the redhead and Clark! God, does everyone know? The twins knows, Ella knows, Richard, Lana and Clark have serious doubts!! I thinks it's time to Lois to tell the truth, haha!!! ;D

Your Brutus seems more friendly in your fic than he seemed in the movie... I thought he was scary...! Haha! XD Erk!

God I love your fic, girls!!! Can't wait for more!!!

btw, just so you know, I love the icon you're using! I went to your icon's page and saw you credited it to me... I wish I've made this one, but I didn't... Alphie has this icon too and she credited it to lylith_st. :)
(Anonymous) on March 17th, 2007 08:37 pm (UTC)
Well I went home read and now I'm back to review. My heart tugged when Superman left her. He wanted to stay but he just couldn't and touched her cheek and I wanted him to just kiss her and forgot about his good virtues for just a moment. Ahh well I'm sure there will be enough time for kissing later.

I like the task force that has assembled for looking for the twins and the moment Lois saw Lana I thought for sure there would be sparks flying, but both women know that it is not the time to do such things. You know when you teamed them up I really wanted to see Lois back with Clark, but I know why you chose the way you did.

I jumped and grinned big when Lana finally said what she had wanted which was that Richard thinks that the twins are Clarks. That was great.

My heart went out to the twins alone and scared in the ball room, and when Brutus came in I was grumbling, Don't trust him but at least he brought the babies some blankets and pillows and gave them some lighting so that they wouldn't have to be so frightened by it all.

I loved this chapter it was well worth the wait, just give lots of spoilers between now and your next chapter. I will be able to use internet more this week, and hopefully have a new computer to boot, or at least the old one.

Great great story going here ladies.

Ella
LJ: krypto-cloningljs_lj on March 20th, 2007 03:00 pm (UTC)
I am *still* really loving this fic - I'm always looking forward to the next part! And now that someone has come out and said to Clark what we've been waiting for someone to finally say, I can't wait for Lois to finally tell him! And your Lana is surprisingly likeable! Waiting eagerly for the next chapter!
Brian's FanFic Journal: Superman Seriousmr_beeto on March 21st, 2007 12:40 am (UTC)
You ladies need to win the lottery so you can write full time. A Once/Week fix of Little Secrets is not nearly enough, as I'm sure your other readers will agree. As usual I am waiting anxiously for the next installment. You've done a great job of developing and interesting story, sticking true to the characters, gifting us with wonder dialogue and humor, and you've reeled us in, hook, line and sinker.

The Lois/Lana interaction was interesting - and interesting to note how quickly she chooses not to be territorial when she sees Lana sitting there with Richard, as opposed to seeing Lana with Clark. Of course, as a true-blue CLOIS shipper, I look for such things. :-)

Speaking of Lana, truly wonderful for her to reveal Richard's suspicions to Clark. I can't wait to see the follow up to that!

Not sure what to think of Brutus playing Mr Nice Guy. I don't think that at odds with the film - he did, after all, play that duet with Jason before ending up under the piano. There is such nuance to your characterizations - you really flesh them out well.

I counting the hours to my next LS fix. Thanks for continuing to treat us with such a wonderful story.