The Transfer Part 2 by Pam Jernigan.
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"I didn't dism - Hang on a minute! How do you know what I told Superman?"
And suddenly, the animation was back. The bleakness in her eyes had vanished, to be replaced by a look of challenge.
"Lois, you do know me very well. But there is one thing about me that you don't know. That you probably don't suspect." It was a split-second decision and he knew it, but keeping his secret from her seemed superfluous now. He trusted her with the information, so that wasn't even an
issue. As for her feelings towards his alter-ego, it had become clear to him tonight that Lois would never be his anyway, so it really didn't matter that she professed love for Superman.
And anyway, anything which took that dead look from her eyes, anything which distracted her from her defeated attitude of a few moments ago, was worth it.
He took a deep breath. "I know what you told Superman today because I was there."
"You were there? I didn't see you th... Oh..." She stared at him for a moment, and he resisted the immediate urge to squirm under her scrutiny. When understanding finally
dawned on her, he tensed. "Oh," she said again, in a much smaller voice this time. "You're... you were *there*. I... see. Clark, can I sit?"
He nodded mutely.
Tricia
