Hi Virginia! I know, I’m a tad behind
Are you still interested in FDK?
LOIS:
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ER: Really? It’s like chocolate to her?
WC: Then why would she want it?
LOIS:
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literally move heaven and Earth for her
Shouldn’t heaven be capitalized?
LEX: I always capitalize everything. Even Heaven.
PETER: Why we won’t let him in.
LUCY: Heaven? Really?
LOIS: /points at Nightfall/
It had been what had tempted her away from Superman.
And here I thought it was because Superman was an inattentive cad who broke up with her and then still told her what to do and what not to do and that she’s wrong in doing the things she does.
SUPERMAN: But it *is* wrong to break and enter. Even criminals say so.
It was what had made her fall for him instead of the big faker Lex Luthor. Thank goodness.
That and the killer bod.
If he had said that when she told him that she wanted to date Clark for show but love Superman in reality, she would have understood.
That she could have Superman on a silver platter—
SUPERMAN: Like a frog in a French lab?
—and all she had to do was pretend that he’s Clark?
Hell, she would have been thrilled. Men! They made things so complicated.
Actually, men are very simple. You can turn them on and off using a single lever.
He might say that Superman was the disguise, but she knew the truth. He had only been Clark Kent for little over a year. He had been Superman his whole life.
Oh, look, she still loves Superman and things Clark’s the disguise! Better not tell Clark.
CLARK: Tell me what?
Anyway, she was still mad at him for refusing to bring her home from the Space Station weeks ago, and she didn’t want him to think she had completely forgiven him.
She seems very forgiving to me.
If he ever wanted anything more than kisses from her, he needed to apologize first.
CLARK:
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If this was the best way to keep the smart-aleck quiet, so be it, Lois decided.
She does seem very practical to me. Only, how will she deal with him in the newsroom?
Would it have been so hard for him to have picked her up from the Space Station and taken her home? Really!
Oh look. She’s back to being ticked off.
TEMPUS: Five minutes later. Duh!
Anyway, the Kent farm was less likely to have hidden cameras and electronic bugs crawling all over it than anywhere else they might go.
Yes, considering Martha has less time in this universe for hobbies. Which reminds me, I so need to one day get to the LnC/Eureka crossover.
The Kent farmhouse with this nice couple would be the perfect locale for them to spend the night… in separate rooms.
She talking about Matchmaker-Martha?
Anywhere else and the temptation would be too strong to allow him to share her room.
Like a BnB in the French countryside? Or the Honeymoon Suite in the Lexor?
“Claaaark,” Lois warned under her breath. They hadn’t come out to Kansas to spend a romantic weekend, only to have him disappear five minutes after arriving.
Well…she doesn’t want ‘romance’, so he figured he should make himself useful instead?
“Oh, thank you, Jonathan, but we just had lunch,” Lois said politely. Her stomach had gotten used to eating smaller portions and she was stuffed.
Oh boy. So that’s how she’s going to get her Season-3 weight?
Moreover, the couple would be a good buffer between Lois and her hormones, which seemed to go into overdrive whenever Clark was nearby.
Well…it’s only biology, the instinct of a woman (let’s call her Lois) to hitch onto a mate (let’s call him Clark) capable of providing and protecting her.
LOIS:
Almost a hundred years of women’s lib and you’re suggesting that I’m still a slave to genetically imprinted behavior from when we were still flinging feces at each other?
“What was?” she inquired, expecting details. Clark was adept at never supplying them.
He doesn’t seem to be a good reporter/
“Why did you look into their basement?” Lois inquired.
Because serial killers living in motels and secret government bureaus always use basements to hide their business.
She felt a first class fool.
TEMPUS:
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Good! Lois thought. He deserved to feel bad. What he had done was wrong! Trying to deceive this nice couple.
Why do I sense that she’s just projecting.
They had been dating off-and-on for almost a year and they couldn’t even communicate using words, either written or vocal.
To be fair, she did hide use awfully vague notes in her written communications with him. The ones that actually reached him.
“The Monarchs hat,” Martha replied, taking a sip of her iced tea. “No self-respecting Kansan would wear that hat. This is Royals territory. I knew Jerome must live out east.”
“I’m sure,” she insisted, setting her hand briefly on his arm. “Why don’t you go set up the bedrooms?”
If he was surprised about her use of the plural, he didn’t react, but then again he was Superman. She had never known a man who could hide his emotions faster.
Well, she had been clear about it being separate bedrooms from the get go. Why should he be surprised now?
LOIS: Well…I was angry back then but in between…
CLARK: I would never want to start having sex with Lois in my fake parents’ bedroom. That would be just…weird.
Martha rolled her eyes. “A woman is never ‘fine’ when she says she is, dear. Go talk to her.”
“Never?” he asked, stunned.
To be fair, he’s from a different planet. In an alternate universe.
So much for using someone’s heart rate for judging whether she was lying to him.
Well…pathological liars probably have a very even heartbeat.
CLARK: Politicians, too. I’ve never heard one of them lie during a press conference or interview.
Therefore, I had to find you, because you’re as close as I’m going to get to that.”
“It’s a start.”
Telling her that she’s the best substitute for his true love that he could find is a ‘start’?
“Poppycock! There’s no such thing,” Martha said, heading into the smaller bedroom.
TEMPUS:
“‘You can’t nothing’? Isn’t that a double negative?
No, he’s referring to Lois’s maidenhood using a term from Shakespearean times.
“If you can’t be honest with the woman you love, then you have no right to claim that you stand for Truth.”
But she’s not honest to him *either*!
What do you think? Will Clark take Martha's advice or will he continue to be lunkhead?
Umm…this is Clark we’re talking about here, so…
Michael
