Lois is King of Atlantis

Lois watched as the Imp popped out of existence with a cliché cartoon label of the “Pop” noise hanging in the air before fading itself. Lois looked in her left hand and saw a folder of documents. Lois quickly looked in them and saw they were emails and older style telegrams that had been printed out. The first one was a message from a lab in central Russia telling Lex in Metropolis that while they had some successes in processing the green samples, they were just not able to do so in the quantities and time table Lex wanted. The next one was of course Lex demanding results and solutions not excuses. The next one was from a lab that was processing samples from an ocean floor geologic survey in the pacific for the French government around their pacific ocean holdings, it described how they had found chunks of “Green Sample” that Lex might want to buy.

“Clyde you are being a creeper,” Lois heard herself say.

“With your father, mother, spouse here, I have to provide security regardless,” the security agent started.

Lois just held up and a hand and cut the man off.

“Where is my dad?” Lois asked.

“Kitchen with the Kents,” Clyde responded.

“Thanks,” Lois didn’t wait for a response.

She walked to the kitchen with the folder in hand when her phone chirped. Lois fished it out of her jeans pocket and looked at it. A message from Jimmy Olsen.

*Lois can you make me an honorary warrior?* -Jimmy

*What? Why?* Lois responded.

“The page looking after your apartment in Metropolis is really cute, but says her father will only let her date members of the warriors cast. But if Lois declared me an honorary warrior, he would accept that.* Jimmy responded.

*Jimmy, has she smiled at you yet? I mean seen her teeth smile?* Lois typed slightly annoyed at the red headed twit she worked with.

*She is a siren, which means she has a mouth that would impress a great white shark* Lois typed automatically, *Text me tonight if you still think getting a blow job from a cookie cutter shark is what you want to do*

Lois sighed in frustration and then stopped… She looked at the messages. They didn’t make sense to her now that she had typed them, but she had done so automatically. And why would she have a page watching her apartment?

Lois walked into the kitchen and besides the fact that her father was sitting at the table with John talking calmly and peaceably everything thing seemed normal enough. Lois looked around for Martha…

“Can someone get the door?” Martha asked.

Lois immediately stepped over and opened the door to the basement for her mother-in-law. Martha came out with a box of preserves in her hands, followed by Lucy with a bag of potatoes in each hand, her mom with a rack of ribs and Mera with bottles of apple cider.

“Martha, you just said you were going to get a jar of seasoning! Why didn’t you send us down to get that stuff?” John Kent protested.

“Oh John I was showing them the storage room in the basement and we were talking and that reminded me so we just grabbed a few things we needed,” Martha said smiling.

John let out a big sigh and looked at his wife and then looked at Sam.

“Oh don’t sigh at me John,” Martha said.

“We have Clark to do all the heavy lifting Martha,” John said, “That’s the point of raising a big strong son.”

“Oh hush,” Martha said as the kitchen counter was covered in items from down stairs, “It’s just one or two things.”

“You know,” Mera said, “As queen of Atlantis, it isn’t often that I get to take the time to cook my own meal. Especialy when my wife insists on eating take out all the time.”

“Yeah,” Lucy snickered, “Lois was never a good cook.”

“I mean,” Lois found herself halfheartedly defending herself, “It’s edible… sometimes. Ok, I prefer take out, so?”

“How long does it take Clark to deal with that volcano?” Sam asked.

“Oh, he should be along in a bit,” John said, “So how is it in the army these days?”

“Marines,” Sam said, “I am a general in the Marine Corps.”

“Never confuse a marine with a soldier Mister Kent,” Lucy snickered.

“Please call me John,” John smiled, “Around here we all think of everyone in camouflage uniform as ‘the army’ even the navy.”

“Well I can assure you we are a separate branch,” Sam smiled.

“Yes dear,” Atlanna asked, “How is it in Washington? I rarely get to visit you there as Queen Mother.”

“If I have to be honest,” Sam said, “It doesn’t mater who is in congress, who’s the president… I would rather be facing an enemy **** than a committee briefing in the capital.”

“Oh I love when those come on the TV,” John said.

“You do?” Lucy asked.

“Puts him right to sleep,” Martha interjected.

“Now imagine how I feel attending them in person,” Sam laughed.

“Martha,” John spoke up, “Do you want use to dice those potatoes?”

“Everything is well in hand dear,” Martha said.

“I recommend a tactical withdrawl,” Sam said to John.

“If that means beat feet,” John said, “I think the living room is open.”

“Clyde’s in there,” Lois said without thinking.

“Honey,” Mera spoke up, “Why do you keep calling him Clyde? That is not his name.”

“Asulak was it?” Martha asked, “Does he have any food allergies?”

“Since Lois, Clark and Mera’s weddings brought peace between the Surface World and Atlantis, Asuluk has traveled with me to visit the surface world many times,” Atlanna said, “As long as we keep him away from tequila he should be fine.”

“Well in that regards he is just like my lovely bride,” Mera came over and kissed Lois, “She also gets rather interesting when she has tequila.”

“Hay!” Lois started, but was cut off with another kiss from Mera.

Lois, as much as she was unsure of what was happening, had kissed Mara back and reached her arms around the other woman in a familiar hug.

“Hay now,” Lucy said, “This is a proper Protestant home, not too much PDA.”

Mera broke off the kiss and Lois felt as red as Mera’s hair.

“Can you excuse me for a minute,” Lois said.

“Sure,” Mera said.

“Go stand in the snow,” Lucy teased, “Looks like you need to cool off.”

Lois made her way to the kitchen door that lead to the porch. As she did, Lois stood there for a bit trying to calm down. Mera was her wife? Then why was she here at the Kent family farm with Clark’s family? Atlanna? Wasn’t her mother’s name Ellenor? Lois looked down at her painted toe nails in the shallow snow on the deck, why wasn’t her feet cold.

“The girls getting to much for you Lois?” Clark’s voice asked.

Lois looked over and saw him floating down in his Superman suit.

“How did it go?” Lois asked.

“We tried our best,” Clark said, “But we couldn’t save everyone.”

Lois could tell that tone and gave Clark a hug.

“Are you ok Lois?” Clark asked, “Your vitals are all over the place.”

“I am just having a very weird day,” Lois said.

“Well it is a good think Siren is locked up,” Clark said, “I can only imagine how much weirder that would make a family Christmas.”

“That would be…” Lois couldn’t even finish the sentence.

“Superman, General Lane of the Marine Corps, Lois King of Atlantis, Atlanna the Queen mother, Mera Queen of Atlantis… Last time we had this much leadership in town was when Bush and Clinton’s campaign buses pulled into the gas station in town,” Clark chuckled.

“There is only one gas station in this town,” Lois said.

“And I wrote the article for the school paper about it,” Clark smiled.

“Clark?” Lois asked, “Who am I?”

“What? Well to me you are my wife, Lois. To General Lane you are his first born daughter, to Lucy you are the big sister she looks up to, to Atlanna you are her daughter, to Mera you are her wife and love,” Clark said, “To the people of Atlantis you are their king so to speak. I mean you hold the royal trident of Atlan. And to the people of the surface world you are Aquawoman.”

“I, I, I,” Lois stammered.

“Come on Lois,” Clark put his cape around her and lead her inside, “Relax, it’s Christmas, it doesn’t help to keep working yourself up over your responsibilities.”

Lois thought for a second. If she was the Half Atlantian King… She knew Arthur could take a punch to the face from Clark no problem, he was built to resist the pressures of the depths… does that mean?

“Clark,” Lois whispered, “Maybe we should sneak up to your bedroom.”

“Lois, that the third time in as many days?” Clark said, “Are you trying to get pregnant?”