10. Epiphany by LabRat: Having discovered new depths to her partner at the Corn Festival, Lois begins to wonder just what she might be missing in this reworking of the episode "Green, Green Glow of Home." How might events have progressed if she'd been a little more in touch with her feelings...and desires?
HOT! and it was only the Gfic version.
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Lois is so
Question, LabRat, did you ever write a sequel exploring what happened later on the episode and how that might have changed?
I loved this scene where Lois is beginning to question what she had done and was distancing herself.
Lois closed her eyes, what was welling up in her suddenly
almost too much to bear. She buried her head against his
shoulder, trying to maintain some kind of decorum. It wouldn't
do to let this man know just how much he had affected her, just
how much she had realized she cared for him.
He could hurt her.
The ways that he could hurt her, how badly he could, seeded ice
in her stomach all at once. There was a part of her that knew
that she could trust him utterly, that her heart was safe with
him, that he never would. But the distrust that had been bred
in her over years and through bitter knowledge of his gender,
was hard to let go of, hard to shed, no matter what her heart
told her. The strength of emotions that this man resonated in
her frightened her a little.
He stroked a hand through her hair, lifting his head, jolting
her out of her darkening thoughts.
"Hey," he said quietly, sounding concerned. "You okay?"
She nodded. But she knew that she had grown tense in his
embrace and that he must surely feel it. She could hear the
beating of his heart against her cheek, solemn and steady. His
arms tightened around her. He laid his forehead against her
hair. "Don't go," he whispered.
She raised her head to look at him, startled. There had been
fear in those words. "Go?" she said, confused.
He shook his head and in his eyes she saw such depth of
emotion, such love, such terror, such desperate longing, that
it almost broke her heart. "Clark," she said sitting up to view
him better. "What's wrong?"
"I can feel you going," he said. He put up a hand to her cheek,
his palm warm against her skin, before he slid it deep into her
hair. His eyes were somber. "Moving away from me. Leaving
me...."
What was in his eyes....
The revelation was so startling, so profound and all-
encompassing, so *clear* to her all at once that it seared the
breath from her.
She could hurt him, too.
Neither of them had power, one over the other, she suddenly
understood. They both had the capacity to hurt, to wound....
Or to love.
It was their choice.
That to me was the true Epiphany of the story.
Mike
