PML, oh boy!! the first Wendy and Tank *unexpected*
Challenge
As he turned his head to the other side of the room, he quickly
noticed that he wasn't in bed alone. He sat bolt upright, a move his
head regretted immediately. There was no mistaking the petite,
beautiful brunette lying next to him in the queen-sized bed. Lois had
her back to him, but he'd know that fantastic body anywhere. The way
her dark silky hair fell across her creamy shoulders, the way...
Clark shook his head trying to clear it. What was he thinking? What
was he doing here? And more importantly, what was Lois doing here -
with him!
He watched as Lois mumbled something in her sleep and began to roll
over toward him. In a near panic, Clark looked around for his
glasses. Finding them on the nightstand next to his side of the bed,
he quickly put them on. He barely had them in place when Lois' eyes
opened.
At first her sleepy face was arranged in a pleased, contented look.
As her eyes began to focus, Clark could see the changes take place as
first confusion, then recognition took hold. Her eyes got real wide,
then her head snapped around, taking in their surroundings. She too
sat bolt upright, a move that Clark imagined didn't feel any better
for her than it had for him.
Holding the sheet up close to her chest Lois stared accusingly at
Clark. "Where are we? What did you do?"
"Lois, I have no more idea of why, or where we are than you do!"
Clark waved his hand around in a gesture of futility. "Last thing I
remember is being at the Planet trying to write a story on the
mayor's budget."
Clark could tell that Lois didn't entirely believe him, but he
shrugged again for her benefit. She reached over to the nightstand on
her side of the bed and, grabbing the remote, clicked on the
television. Both Clark and Lois paled as they listened to the news
report. Lois quickly turned off the set.
Lois turned to Clark, genuine fear in her eyes. "Clark? Did we really
lose two full days?"
Clark knew his own expression was one of complete confusion. "I don't
know. It appears so."
Clark glanced about the floor trying to locate his shirt and pants
when a shriek from Lois commandeered his attention. She was holding
her left hand out in front of her. Her voice was shaky.
"Ohmigod! what did we do?" She was staring at the third finger of her
left hand.
Clark felt his heart skip a beat as his own eyes were drawn to the
beautiful diamond ring adorning Lois' finger. Fearfully, his gaze was
forced down to his own hand. Surrounding the third finger of his left
hand was a simple, tasteful band of gold. When he brought his gaze
back up to Lois, he could see that she was looking at his hand also.
Unmindful of his near total state of undress, Clark tossed back the
covers and wandered over to the table set in the far corner of the
room. He'd spied a piece of paper lying there. Once there, a quick
read confirmed his suspicions. Holding the paper tightly in his hand
he came back and sat on the edge of the bed.
Lois' voice had regained some of it's strength. "What is it? What does it say?"
As he turned to look at Lois once again, Clark couldn't help but
smile. His dream had been answered. He held it out in front of her so
she could see it.
"It says we're married, Lois."
