I'm back. I can't stay away and I've been writing on both stories.

I'm leaning towards What's Love but S6 is calling too. Or does anyone care?

GAH! It seems this fandom always calls you back however far you've roamed! I'm back in love with Clark, Kal and Lois.

Any thoughts? Any BR volunteers? I'm going to need my butt kicked - repeatedly.

Excerpts:

Strangers 6 - No Greater Love

John 15:13 - Greater love has no one than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.

Lois Lane stretched like a cat in her bed on top of the covers, daydreaming about the night before. She sighed, thinking about the kisses, the stars, and the wonderful feeling that finally, at last, the man or men, who she loved was conveniently bound up in one glorious man - Clark Kal Kent!

Her life was finally coming together. The mental angst that she'd endured for almost a year had finally come to blessed conclusion. She was in love with her best friend, sexy partner, and was ready to take the future on by the horns, or the cape. Clark, who'd she'd been in love with at first sight, was the same guy who'd she'd been best friends with for a year. Kal, the only best friend she'd ever known, had turned out to be the gorgeous God in Glasses that had stuck by her through thick and thin. Her hero, her once in a lifetime love was all bottled up in one, or two gorgeous packages.

A quiet knock on her window suddenly thrilled her. Smoothing back her hair and adjusting her clothing, Lois called. "Come in, Kal."

She shook her head at his appearance. Her loveable lunkhead had his suit on, complete with rumpled hair and glasses.

He ducked his head shyly and she suddenly decided *not* to have mercy on him - at least not right away.

"So. Who are you tonight? Kal or Clark?"

His eyes rose in fright and he turned around to leave.

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Excerpt: What's Love Got To Do With It

Tugging at her shoes while waiting for Clark to open the door to their apartment. She couldn't wait to sink into their soft sofa and stick her bare feet up on the table.

The lock clicked open and Clark held the door for her to enter first, her shoes dangling off the ends of her fingers. The apartment was filled with delicious smells and pots and pans rattling in the kitchen.

"Mom?" Clark called out tentatively.

"In here, honey. Just fixing you two a bite to eat before your father and I hit the road." Martha replied cheerily. The older couple had decided to rent a car and drive it back to Smallville with their precious cargo of Superman's suits. It had been mutually agreed that it would have been too big a risk to take it on a plane. "Your father's cleaning up in the washroom. He just got back from getting the rental, and we'll get out of your hair soon."

Clark placed his arm around his mother and gave her a quick hug and a kiss on her cheek. "Why the locked doors?"

"Oh, honey!" Martha answered nonchalantly. "We're technically *still* celebrating our anniversary."

"Martha!" "Mom!" both Lois and Clark yelped in embarrassment.

Clark shuffled his feet, his cheeks reddened by his parents' neverending affection for each other. But he wouldn't have it any other way. He just wished he had a warning before one of his mom's comments. "Are you sure you don't want to wait until the morning? I can sleep on the sofa..."

"We'll be fine, Clark. We're only planning to drive for a couple of hours before finding a hotel."

"If you're sure," he replied as he felt his cheeks flush even more at the thought of his amorous parents in a hotel room.

"Yes, dear. Now why don't you get washed up and Lois and I can set the table."

Lois could sense that Martha wanted to talk to her alone as she padded into the kitchen and caught her eyes. Sharing a quick, knowing grin, she turned to Clark and directed, "Go! Get comfortable and say hi to your dad. The sooner you do, the sooner I can get out of these pantyhose." Giving him a pat on the shoulder, she dismissed him to the bedroom.

After setting a stack of plates on the kitchen counter, Lois turned to Martha expectantly and waited.

"How is he, dear?" Martha asked barely in a whisper. "How is he *really*?"

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Take your pick. I can probably get lost in either story. Just wanted to give you a choice!

ARGH!!! Decisions!!!

Missy