A/N: This story is complete.
I wrote it back in season 5, but this specific story is set a few years after then. (Around 2010 onwards.) So, it's basically AU at this point. (Some things may mesh with the current SV continuity, but it's not because I tried. It would just be a coincidence.)
So, basically, Lois never dated Oliver. Lana and Lex never got married and had a fake baby crisis. Lana & Clark never dated post-secret. And Chloe didn't date Jimmy Olsen & she's not a meteor freak.
Clark, Lois, Lana and Chloe are, at this point, in college at Metropolis University. This fic has also been posted at another site under the name "Undercover at Metropolis University".
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it ... anything at all for that matter. I'm broke, so please don't sue me.
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Chapter One:
A small town in Kansas...
The dark-haired woman knelt down beside the body near the ditch. Taking care not the disturb anything; she picked up the wallet near the victim’s lifeless hand. She opened it and saw the driver’s license. Her mouth turned down in a frown of dismay and grief. Maddie Williams – she had been twenty-one years old. Only four years younger than she herself was. The poor girl had her whole life in front of her and it had been snatched away by a madman. A madman she was determined to bring to justice.
“Well, Agent Prince? Are you all done with your stuff, yet?” The local sheriff’s gruff voice broke into her thoughts. She looked up at short, rotund man bursting out of his brown uniform. She stood and, pulling herself to her full height, looked down at him with frustrated blue eyes.
“Sheriff Wilkins. I thought we asked you and your team to let us handle this. From this point on, this is a federal investigation.” The authority was clear in her voice and she waved her hand in dismissal.
Sherriff Wilkins looked up at the beautiful, cold FBI agent and swallowed nervously. He didn’t know what to do. Things like this never happened in Cherry Hills, Kansas. This was the first murder they had seen in twenty years and, hopefully, it would be the last. “Ah, yes, Agent Prince. It’s just that – well…” he gulped as the full force of her gaze narrowed in on his flushed face. He began sweating even more profusely. “It’s just that the mayor has asked me to speed up the process. For the family - they want to bury her, you see.”
Agent Prince’s gaze softened a bit and she stepped back from the small man, giving him more breathing space. “I understand, Sheriff Wilkins. And believe me when I say that it is not my intention – or the FBI’s for that matter – to make this harder on the family.” She paused and looked down at the nude body lying on the dirt, posed in an awkward angle. “But, we have to let my team finish their investigation. Not only for Maddie’s sake, but also for the sake of the other three victims this man has killed before her.”
Christine Gardiner, her partner, strode up to the pair and interrupted the conversation, “Diana, get a load of this.” She held up a card in her gloved hand and Diane grabbed it from her to inspect it more closely.
“It’s a Met U. card,” Diana said slowly, feeling her heart beat faster with excitement as she gazed down at the student ID.
“Yup,” Chris nodded with satisfaction. “It’s him, Diana. It’s gotta be. She’s the fourth one from that school.”
Glancing at the sheriff, who was listening to this whole conversation with a very interested, alert expression on his face, Diana cleared her throat and signaled to her partner to stop talking. Chris followed Diana’s gaze and nodded slightly to acknowledge that she got the message.
She waited until they were in their car, heading back to the motel to finish the thought.
“So, you agree?” Chris finally said, when she felt they had gotten far enough away from the Cherry Hills police department to talk freely.
“Yes,” Diana nodded. “I was thinking the same thing, even before you found the ID. It has to be him. He picks a girl from a small Kansas town that’s going to Met U. Kills her and then dumps her body back in her hometown.” She flipped open the notes in the binder on her lap and went through the pages. It wasn’t needed – Diana had memorized the information in them long ago. But, she liked the feel of the pages and looking at the faces of the victims reminded her why she was doing all this.
“It’s very odd. So many questions,” Diana murmured, as she perused her notes. “Why does he kill them in Metropolis and then bring back to their hometown? Why not just leave them there? What’s with the small town thing? Why does he only pick people from Kansas? I wish I could tell what he was thinking.”
Christine burst out laughing and Diana raised a perfectly arched brow. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know…it’s just funny when you say stuff like that.” Christine gazed at her partner out of the corner her eye briefly and then turned her attention on the dirt road. “I mean, with all your powers and stuff, I find it funny when you – Ms. Wonder Woman – get all helpless.”
Diana shot Chris an angry look. “You won’t think it’s funny when we find another girl in a ditch, Chris.”
Immediately, Christine sobered up and said in a defensive and slightly hurt voice, “Jesus, that’s not what I meant, Diana. I was not, in any way, trying to minimize the tragedy here, okay? I was just saying that it’s odd to watch you do things the old fashioned way – detective work, instead of just doing your thing and getting the guy. Gotta say,” her usual disarming grin crept back up, “it’s nice to see you be human once in awhile – like the rest of us mere mortals.”
Diana looked at Chris, the retort dying at her lips as the wheels began turning in her mind. “That’s it, Chris! That’s why I can’t find this guy. I’m not thinking like him – not thinking like a mere mortal.”
“Uh, what does that mean?” Christine looked at Diana with curiosity in her hazel eyes.
“That means that we’re going to Met U.” Diana said with a decisive nod of her head. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. I shouldn’t go to him. He should come to me. I’m going to be his next victim.”
Christine’s jaw dropped in surprise. “You wanna go undercover? At Metropolis University? Pretending to be college student?” Christine burst out laughing again, ignored the glare her partner was shooting her way. “That’s hilarious. And won’t work – this guy goes for small town chicks born and bred in Kansas. You’re an Amazonian princess, sweetie. He won’t go for you.”
Diana nodded. “Yes, that’s true - however….” She raised a brow archly and smiled a mischievous smile. “Since I’ve effectively convinced the US Government that I was born in New York, then I don’t think getting past the Met U. admissions office is going to be that difficult.”
“One of these days, you have to tell me how you did that.” Christine sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll help you go undercover as a coed.” She scowled at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. “God knows you’re gonna need my help. I mean, just look at you.”
Diana glanced down at the black tailored suit she was wearing. “Why, what’s wrong with me?”
Christine snorted. “You don’t look anything like a college student. You look like the president of a bank, for God’s sake. Or a teacher.”
“That’s because I spend most of my time wearing blue underwear and a halter top,” Diana reminded her friend with flushed cheeks. “It makes it easier to separate the two identities.”
Christine slid a sardonic glance at her friend. “Well, it’s time for the two identities to meet each other. At least a little. We gotta get you to look hot if you want this guy to seek you out.” She smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of mall, giving Diana look full of glee. “And that means…. we get to go shopping.”
Diana groaned.
Two days later in a small apartment near Metropolis University…
“Hell, no! It’s way too dangerous,” Clark stood against the wall, his arms crossed stubbornly at his chest. He glanced from Chloe to Lana and wondered how he got himself into these situations.
“It is not – not for us, anyway.” Chloe shot back, looking towards Lana for support.
“Lana, tell her she’s out of her mind.” Clark looked at Lana pointedly, obviously waiting for her to speak up and tell Chloe she was insane.
Lana cleared her throat and avoided Clark’s gaze. “Actually, I agree with Chloe.”
“What?”
“Clark, try to understand,” she finally looked up at him with pleading eyes. Clark was staring at her with shock. “Maddie was a good friend of mine. A really good friend. I have to help find out what happened to her. I can’t just let it slide, when I know we can help. What’s the point of you having powers if we can’t help people we care about?”
Clark let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his black hair in frustration. He gazed down at his petite friend with a concerned and tender look on his face. Even though he and Lana had stopped dating long ago, he still considered a very close friend and would do anything for her. Well, anything that didn’t involve getting her and Chloe killed, of course.
Chloe sensed that Clark was beginning to weaken. Typical – she spoke reason and he argued. Lana looked at him with big, brown puppy eyes and he melted. She sighed – there was nothing she could do about it. Except, maybe, use it to her advantage. Chloe made a mental note to use Lana to convince Clark to do things more often.
“Look,” Chloe said briskly, “I’ve got it figured out. Maddie told Lana that the guy she was seeing was part of this special fraternity. This fraternity apparently meets in the basement of this private club – you need a password to get into their parties. The only people allowed in are the members of the fraternity and the girls they invite.”
“That’s the last time I saw Maddie,” Lana interrupted. “She was getting ready for the party.”
“So, do you know where it is? And who’s in this fraternity?” Clark asked, with a raised brow, finally letting his curiosity get the better of him.
“No,” Lana admitted sadly. “Here’s the thing – Maddie had a big mouth when it came to this stuff. She wasn’t even supposed to tell me that much. But she was so excited she couldn’t keep quiet about it. We’re lucky we have even that much info.”
Clark stretched himself out on Lana’s bed and hooked his hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling for second, he contemplated what they were suggesting and frowned. “I don’t know. Even with me backing you guys up, it’s still too dangerous. We should just let the police do their job.”
“What’s too dangerous and who’s stopping the police from doing their job?” Lois breezed into the room and tossed her backpack on Chloe’s bed. She looked at her friends with curiosity and opened the mini-fridge to grab a soda.
Clark flushed and sat up. He felt the odd lurch in his stomach that always when Lois entered the room. He kept a tight rein on himself and made sure his face didn’t betray his emotions. He’d already been though that once with Lana. Clark had learned long ago that it was best not to wear your heart on your sleeve when you had feelings for someone. And, unfortunately, it appeared that he was beginning to have feelings for Lois Lane.
He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes with Lois that he’d made with Lana. Actually, at this rate, he wasn’t going to be making any mistakes with Lois at all, since she never looked at him as anything but a friend. And, he had not intention of forcing her to see him otherwise. He also had no intention of letting another person know his secret, and that made it even more impossible for him to pursue her.
“Nothing, Lois,” he finally answered. “We were just talking about an article Chloe’s working on.”
Chloe and Lana gave Clark an odd look. He pretended not to notice it, but Lois did.
“What article? I didn’t see Perry give you an assignment.” Lois took a sip of the soda and her eyes narrowed as she contemplated them suspiciously. “Are you guys hiding something from me? Smallville, spill it.” She glared at Clark and he looked away.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Clark, there is no way we can hide this from Lois Lane. If there is anyone more nosy than me, it’s my cousin.” She turned her attention to Lois, “we’re coming up with a plan, Lo, to find who killed Maddie and the other girls.”
Lois considered that announcement for a moment. She cast a look at Lana, “ah, you’re in on this, too?”
Lana flushed. “Of course I am. It was my idea, actually. Maddie was a good friend of mine.”
“Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” Lois nodded thoughtfully and took a sip of the drink. A moment later she declared, “okay, well, count me in, girls.” She nodded to include Clark in the term. He scowled back at her.
Lana smiled a bit at the familiar exchange. “Thanks, Lois. We were pretty sure we could count on you. We already know what you’re going to do.” She started outlining their plan to Lois.
Clark picked up Chloe’s journalism text-book and focused on the blue cover while Lana and Lois talked things through. He was finding it very hard not to stare at Lois and that wasn’t something he wanted to do with Chloe in the room. That girl was way too observant.
“….and that’s all you have to do.” Lana finished summarizing the plan.
“Hhhmm,” Lois sat down and her mind worked through everything Lana had said. She shook her head decisively. “It’s not going to work.”
“Why not?” Chloe asked.
“Because there is no way that Smallville here can get into a secret fraternity.” Lois pointed out, her hands indicating towards a plaid and jeans wearing Clark.
Clark’s head shot up in surprise and he raised his brow. “What does that mean?” He prepared himself for an insult. He wasn’t disappointed.
She smirked. “For one thing, you need to be a massive hottie to get into one and for another, it would require Smallville to lie.” Lois cast a meaningful look at Lana and Chloe. “We all know he sucks at that.”
Clark rolled his eyes but kept quiet.
Lana and Chloe exchanged a glance. They were both aware that Clark was a lot better at lying that most people believed at first glance. And as far as the hotness factor was concerned…. Well, they had a secret weapon for that. All they needed was for Lois to leave so they could convince Clark about it in private. Lois definitely did not need to know that part of the plan.
“You leave that to us, Lois,” Chloe said, ignoring the questioning look Clark threw her way. “We’ll figure out a way to make him so hot that those guys will be begging him to join.”
Clark looked wounded as Lois laughed. “Excuse me, I’m sitting right here. I can always leave and let you guys do this alone, you know.”
“No, don’t go, Clark,” Lana said quickly, “sorry.” She shot Chloe and Lois a quelling look as the two tried to stifle their giggles at Clark’s hurt expression.
Chloe got herself under control first. “Look, Lois, could you just go take care of your end? We’ll work on turning Clark into a hottie in the mean time, okay?” Chloe shooed her cousin out the door, while Lois protested on not getting to be in on the Smallville makeover.
When Lois had finally left, Chloe shut the door tightly and closed all the windows. Lana reached under Chloe’s bed and dug out a shoe box. Clark watched all of this with an uneasy expression on his face. He x-rayed the box in Lana’s hands and saw that it was filled with papers and various things from Smallville High. He also saw that a smaller box was inside the shoe box. He zeroed in on the smaller box and focused his vision on what was inside. Clark winced when he realized what it was. It was one of their class rings. He stopped ex-raying and looked at his two friends.
“Are you guys crazy? That’s your plan?”
I wrote it back in season 5, but this specific story is set a few years after then. (Around 2010 onwards.) So, it's basically AU at this point. (Some things may mesh with the current SV continuity, but it's not because I tried. It would just be a coincidence.)
So, basically, Lois never dated Oliver. Lana and Lex never got married and had a fake baby crisis. Lana & Clark never dated post-secret. And Chloe didn't date Jimmy Olsen & she's not a meteor freak.
Clark, Lois, Lana and Chloe are, at this point, in college at Metropolis University. This fic has also been posted at another site under the name "Undercover at Metropolis University".
Disclaimer: Don't own any of it ... anything at all for that matter. I'm broke, so please don't sue me.
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Chapter One:
A small town in Kansas...
The dark-haired woman knelt down beside the body near the ditch. Taking care not the disturb anything; she picked up the wallet near the victim’s lifeless hand. She opened it and saw the driver’s license. Her mouth turned down in a frown of dismay and grief. Maddie Williams – she had been twenty-one years old. Only four years younger than she herself was. The poor girl had her whole life in front of her and it had been snatched away by a madman. A madman she was determined to bring to justice.
“Well, Agent Prince? Are you all done with your stuff, yet?” The local sheriff’s gruff voice broke into her thoughts. She looked up at short, rotund man bursting out of his brown uniform. She stood and, pulling herself to her full height, looked down at him with frustrated blue eyes.
“Sheriff Wilkins. I thought we asked you and your team to let us handle this. From this point on, this is a federal investigation.” The authority was clear in her voice and she waved her hand in dismissal.
Sherriff Wilkins looked up at the beautiful, cold FBI agent and swallowed nervously. He didn’t know what to do. Things like this never happened in Cherry Hills, Kansas. This was the first murder they had seen in twenty years and, hopefully, it would be the last. “Ah, yes, Agent Prince. It’s just that – well…” he gulped as the full force of her gaze narrowed in on his flushed face. He began sweating even more profusely. “It’s just that the mayor has asked me to speed up the process. For the family - they want to bury her, you see.”
Agent Prince’s gaze softened a bit and she stepped back from the small man, giving him more breathing space. “I understand, Sheriff Wilkins. And believe me when I say that it is not my intention – or the FBI’s for that matter – to make this harder on the family.” She paused and looked down at the nude body lying on the dirt, posed in an awkward angle. “But, we have to let my team finish their investigation. Not only for Maddie’s sake, but also for the sake of the other three victims this man has killed before her.”
Christine Gardiner, her partner, strode up to the pair and interrupted the conversation, “Diana, get a load of this.” She held up a card in her gloved hand and Diane grabbed it from her to inspect it more closely.
“It’s a Met U. card,” Diana said slowly, feeling her heart beat faster with excitement as she gazed down at the student ID.
“Yup,” Chris nodded with satisfaction. “It’s him, Diana. It’s gotta be. She’s the fourth one from that school.”
Glancing at the sheriff, who was listening to this whole conversation with a very interested, alert expression on his face, Diana cleared her throat and signaled to her partner to stop talking. Chris followed Diana’s gaze and nodded slightly to acknowledge that she got the message.
She waited until they were in their car, heading back to the motel to finish the thought.
“So, you agree?” Chris finally said, when she felt they had gotten far enough away from the Cherry Hills police department to talk freely.
“Yes,” Diana nodded. “I was thinking the same thing, even before you found the ID. It has to be him. He picks a girl from a small Kansas town that’s going to Met U. Kills her and then dumps her body back in her hometown.” She flipped open the notes in the binder on her lap and went through the pages. It wasn’t needed – Diana had memorized the information in them long ago. But, she liked the feel of the pages and looking at the faces of the victims reminded her why she was doing all this.
“It’s very odd. So many questions,” Diana murmured, as she perused her notes. “Why does he kill them in Metropolis and then bring back to their hometown? Why not just leave them there? What’s with the small town thing? Why does he only pick people from Kansas? I wish I could tell what he was thinking.”
Christine burst out laughing and Diana raised a perfectly arched brow. “What’s so funny?”
“I don’t know…it’s just funny when you say stuff like that.” Christine gazed at her partner out of the corner her eye briefly and then turned her attention on the dirt road. “I mean, with all your powers and stuff, I find it funny when you – Ms. Wonder Woman – get all helpless.”
Diana shot Chris an angry look. “You won’t think it’s funny when we find another girl in a ditch, Chris.”
Immediately, Christine sobered up and said in a defensive and slightly hurt voice, “Jesus, that’s not what I meant, Diana. I was not, in any way, trying to minimize the tragedy here, okay? I was just saying that it’s odd to watch you do things the old fashioned way – detective work, instead of just doing your thing and getting the guy. Gotta say,” her usual disarming grin crept back up, “it’s nice to see you be human once in awhile – like the rest of us mere mortals.”
Diana looked at Chris, the retort dying at her lips as the wheels began turning in her mind. “That’s it, Chris! That’s why I can’t find this guy. I’m not thinking like him – not thinking like a mere mortal.”
“Uh, what does that mean?” Christine looked at Diana with curiosity in her hazel eyes.
“That means that we’re going to Met U.” Diana said with a decisive nod of her head. “I don’t know why I didn’t think of this before. I shouldn’t go to him. He should come to me. I’m going to be his next victim.”
Christine’s jaw dropped in surprise. “You wanna go undercover? At Metropolis University? Pretending to be college student?” Christine burst out laughing again, ignored the glare her partner was shooting her way. “That’s hilarious. And won’t work – this guy goes for small town chicks born and bred in Kansas. You’re an Amazonian princess, sweetie. He won’t go for you.”
Diana nodded. “Yes, that’s true - however….” She raised a brow archly and smiled a mischievous smile. “Since I’ve effectively convinced the US Government that I was born in New York, then I don’t think getting past the Met U. admissions office is going to be that difficult.”
“One of these days, you have to tell me how you did that.” Christine sighed. “Okay, fine, I’ll help you go undercover as a coed.” She scowled at the beautiful woman sitting next to her. “God knows you’re gonna need my help. I mean, just look at you.”
Diana glanced down at the black tailored suit she was wearing. “Why, what’s wrong with me?”
Christine snorted. “You don’t look anything like a college student. You look like the president of a bank, for God’s sake. Or a teacher.”
“That’s because I spend most of my time wearing blue underwear and a halter top,” Diana reminded her friend with flushed cheeks. “It makes it easier to separate the two identities.”
Christine slid a sardonic glance at her friend. “Well, it’s time for the two identities to meet each other. At least a little. We gotta get you to look hot if you want this guy to seek you out.” She smiled as she pulled into the parking lot of mall, giving Diana look full of glee. “And that means…. we get to go shopping.”
Diana groaned.
Two days later in a small apartment near Metropolis University…
“Hell, no! It’s way too dangerous,” Clark stood against the wall, his arms crossed stubbornly at his chest. He glanced from Chloe to Lana and wondered how he got himself into these situations.
“It is not – not for us, anyway.” Chloe shot back, looking towards Lana for support.
“Lana, tell her she’s out of her mind.” Clark looked at Lana pointedly, obviously waiting for her to speak up and tell Chloe she was insane.
Lana cleared her throat and avoided Clark’s gaze. “Actually, I agree with Chloe.”
“What?”
“Clark, try to understand,” she finally looked up at him with pleading eyes. Clark was staring at her with shock. “Maddie was a good friend of mine. A really good friend. I have to help find out what happened to her. I can’t just let it slide, when I know we can help. What’s the point of you having powers if we can’t help people we care about?”
Clark let out a sigh and ran his fingers through his black hair in frustration. He gazed down at his petite friend with a concerned and tender look on his face. Even though he and Lana had stopped dating long ago, he still considered a very close friend and would do anything for her. Well, anything that didn’t involve getting her and Chloe killed, of course.
Chloe sensed that Clark was beginning to weaken. Typical – she spoke reason and he argued. Lana looked at him with big, brown puppy eyes and he melted. She sighed – there was nothing she could do about it. Except, maybe, use it to her advantage. Chloe made a mental note to use Lana to convince Clark to do things more often.
“Look,” Chloe said briskly, “I’ve got it figured out. Maddie told Lana that the guy she was seeing was part of this special fraternity. This fraternity apparently meets in the basement of this private club – you need a password to get into their parties. The only people allowed in are the members of the fraternity and the girls they invite.”
“That’s the last time I saw Maddie,” Lana interrupted. “She was getting ready for the party.”
“So, do you know where it is? And who’s in this fraternity?” Clark asked, with a raised brow, finally letting his curiosity get the better of him.
“No,” Lana admitted sadly. “Here’s the thing – Maddie had a big mouth when it came to this stuff. She wasn’t even supposed to tell me that much. But she was so excited she couldn’t keep quiet about it. We’re lucky we have even that much info.”
Clark stretched himself out on Lana’s bed and hooked his hands behind his head. Staring at the ceiling for second, he contemplated what they were suggesting and frowned. “I don’t know. Even with me backing you guys up, it’s still too dangerous. We should just let the police do their job.”
“What’s too dangerous and who’s stopping the police from doing their job?” Lois breezed into the room and tossed her backpack on Chloe’s bed. She looked at her friends with curiosity and opened the mini-fridge to grab a soda.
Clark flushed and sat up. He felt the odd lurch in his stomach that always when Lois entered the room. He kept a tight rein on himself and made sure his face didn’t betray his emotions. He’d already been though that once with Lana. Clark had learned long ago that it was best not to wear your heart on your sleeve when you had feelings for someone. And, unfortunately, it appeared that he was beginning to have feelings for Lois Lane.
He wasn’t going to make the same mistakes with Lois that he’d made with Lana. Actually, at this rate, he wasn’t going to be making any mistakes with Lois at all, since she never looked at him as anything but a friend. And, he had not intention of forcing her to see him otherwise. He also had no intention of letting another person know his secret, and that made it even more impossible for him to pursue her.
“Nothing, Lois,” he finally answered. “We were just talking about an article Chloe’s working on.”
Chloe and Lana gave Clark an odd look. He pretended not to notice it, but Lois did.
“What article? I didn’t see Perry give you an assignment.” Lois took a sip of the soda and her eyes narrowed as she contemplated them suspiciously. “Are you guys hiding something from me? Smallville, spill it.” She glared at Clark and he looked away.
Chloe rolled her eyes. “Clark, there is no way we can hide this from Lois Lane. If there is anyone more nosy than me, it’s my cousin.” She turned her attention to Lois, “we’re coming up with a plan, Lo, to find who killed Maddie and the other girls.”
Lois considered that announcement for a moment. She cast a look at Lana, “ah, you’re in on this, too?”
Lana flushed. “Of course I am. It was my idea, actually. Maddie was a good friend of mine.”
“Oh, I see. I’m sorry.” Lois nodded thoughtfully and took a sip of the drink. A moment later she declared, “okay, well, count me in, girls.” She nodded to include Clark in the term. He scowled back at her.
Lana smiled a bit at the familiar exchange. “Thanks, Lois. We were pretty sure we could count on you. We already know what you’re going to do.” She started outlining their plan to Lois.
Clark picked up Chloe’s journalism text-book and focused on the blue cover while Lana and Lois talked things through. He was finding it very hard not to stare at Lois and that wasn’t something he wanted to do with Chloe in the room. That girl was way too observant.
“….and that’s all you have to do.” Lana finished summarizing the plan.
“Hhhmm,” Lois sat down and her mind worked through everything Lana had said. She shook her head decisively. “It’s not going to work.”
“Why not?” Chloe asked.
“Because there is no way that Smallville here can get into a secret fraternity.” Lois pointed out, her hands indicating towards a plaid and jeans wearing Clark.
Clark’s head shot up in surprise and he raised his brow. “What does that mean?” He prepared himself for an insult. He wasn’t disappointed.
She smirked. “For one thing, you need to be a massive hottie to get into one and for another, it would require Smallville to lie.” Lois cast a meaningful look at Lana and Chloe. “We all know he sucks at that.”
Clark rolled his eyes but kept quiet.
Lana and Chloe exchanged a glance. They were both aware that Clark was a lot better at lying that most people believed at first glance. And as far as the hotness factor was concerned…. Well, they had a secret weapon for that. All they needed was for Lois to leave so they could convince Clark about it in private. Lois definitely did not need to know that part of the plan.
“You leave that to us, Lois,” Chloe said, ignoring the questioning look Clark threw her way. “We’ll figure out a way to make him so hot that those guys will be begging him to join.”
Clark looked wounded as Lois laughed. “Excuse me, I’m sitting right here. I can always leave and let you guys do this alone, you know.”
“No, don’t go, Clark,” Lana said quickly, “sorry.” She shot Chloe and Lois a quelling look as the two tried to stifle their giggles at Clark’s hurt expression.
Chloe got herself under control first. “Look, Lois, could you just go take care of your end? We’ll work on turning Clark into a hottie in the mean time, okay?” Chloe shooed her cousin out the door, while Lois protested on not getting to be in on the Smallville makeover.
When Lois had finally left, Chloe shut the door tightly and closed all the windows. Lana reached under Chloe’s bed and dug out a shoe box. Clark watched all of this with an uneasy expression on his face. He x-rayed the box in Lana’s hands and saw that it was filled with papers and various things from Smallville High. He also saw that a smaller box was inside the shoe box. He zeroed in on the smaller box and focused his vision on what was inside. Clark winced when he realized what it was. It was one of their class rings. He stopped ex-raying and looked at his two friends.
“Are you guys crazy? That’s your plan?”
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