Oh dear! It really is alternating bad luck with getting sick, isn’t it?
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/carefully hides lots of FDK in the bushes/
Happy Bicentennial!
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As she approached his desk, she saw his jaw stiffen and his gaze develop this far-away look to it.
Getting horny again?
CLARK: There’s a fire at the Miranda’s Secrets’ fashion show uptown. I mean, there’s an emergency!
JIMBO: Do you think Superman will need a photographer?
He gave her a meaningful look tinged with an apology.
From chocolate-brown eyes?
Why did the world need Superman whenever she wanted to rake Clark over the coals?
WORLD: Still paying off that Nightfall debt.
playfully slapping his behind with her notepad to remind him to hurry as he passed her. “Next time, I want to see some action behind those words, Chuck!”
Awww, she wants him to take in the storage closet!
He shot her a parting grin from the steps leading to the elevators, before turning toward the stairwell.
Can’t be too bad then.
As she sat down in her chair, she noticed that Eduardo Friaz and Preciosa Valdez who had been talking when she left Perry’s office were now both staring at her with dropped jaws.
Did she just come out to the newsroom?
She ignored them as if nothing extraordinary happened and picked up the slimy rag… tabloid newspaper she had been reading before her meeting with Perry.
The MetStar, to get her up to speed on the current standard of reporting in Metropolis? You know, maximum word length. No more than five words in a sentence. Big letters. Lots of pictures. A Page-3 girl…
Alas, Lois had to deal with dragons that were more important.
Just 8 more days till we can all deal with dragons again!
She froze and lifted her gaze from the next paper in the pile.
Clark had left on his emergency less than five minutes before.
Oh look! She’s going bonkers again from not getting any loving for going on what, 5 soul years now?
Only that time, he had been in the hospital with amnesia. Clark had sworn to her that he wasn’t telepathic. She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly.
So, he lies to her even about his sleeping behavior?
The letters from Dr. Carlin’s article seemed to float off the page and arrange themselves before her eyes, ‘Hate Superman.’
Just like they do in some TV shows, huh?
pulled out a box of already sharpened pencils and plopped them into her Superman mug,
Is that symbolic, her putting sharpened objects into Superman?
May 26. ‘Superman Kills.’ Superman kills? What kind of crap is that?
Yes, actually, I do wonder how many insects and birds get splattered against the Man of Steels scalp when he flies around town.
“Superman most certainly does not kill,” she murmured aloud to herself.
Or Lex would be dead. Well, more Lexes would be dead.
Lois flipped over the newspaper to the cover story. Superman had only been able to save three miners after an explosion damaged a mine in the Carolinas. Twenty-six other miners had died.
Oh, look! He killed 26 miners.
Being the first to report news wasn’t the only important thing in this business. Making sure it was presented in an accurate and non-sensationalist manner separated the real journalist from the tabloid ones.
It also separates a successful print medium from a failing newspaper only used for wrapping fish.
The day Luthor had proposed: April Fool’s Day. How could she have forgotten that?
Funny thing, that, actually. Part 201 would originally have been scheduled to air on April 1st, too.
This would be much easier if she could spread out.
Just like boinking Superman!
“Take up smoking this summer?” Jimbo asked, waving a hand in front of his face.
Only chimneys.
Glancing around, he didn’t see his favorite journalist as he paused in front of her desk.
Cat? Did he forget she’s now in Houston?
It was ten years ago and it only says that Mr. and Mrs. Luthor were recently married while on a cruise in the Caribbean.
That’s actually a really helpful announcement, stating the bride’s new last name in a wedding announcement. Say, what if Ari’s last name was Luthor even before she got married and she only took her mother’s maiden name after the divorce. She could be Lex’s sister or daughter!
Hmm…probably sister; she’s too old to be his daughter.
LEX: Plus, I usually go with Lois as my daughter/paramour/2nd wife.
“I wonder why they ever divorced,” Clark said wryly,
She didn’t like sex.
There in the middle of her otherwise empty desk was a sticky-note with two words on it. Conference Room.
Oh, look. She *can* leave meaningful notes. Only why bother? Can’t he hone in on her heartbeat like a sidewinder missile does on the exhaust heat of a jet plane?
He pointed out the note to Jimbo and the two men headed for the room.
Oh, it’s been for Jimmy. Duh!
Lois glanced up, her fingers so black with newsprint she hadn’t noticed that she had streaks across her nose where she had rubbed it. She held out her hand. “Gimme!”
Our little raccoon is in the zone, huh?
After about five articles, he stepped back getting a headache from the doctor’s advice. “Lois?”
“Don’t lie to your girlfriend.”
“Make sweet lovin’ to your girlfriend.”
“Buy your girlfriend chocolates.”
“Don’t date coeds while you have a girlfriend.”
“Concubines are a legitimate pressure release.”
“What?” Clark sputtered. How had she figured that out in the two hours he had been gone?
Because she’s smart. And from what I have seen of the way she goes through fiancées and boyfriends, fast, too.
LOIS: Hey!
ER: Paul. Claude. Mitchell. Superman. Clark. Clark. Lex. Clark. And that’s just this time around.
“Lois, you can’t just barge into my office… Do you know how much hot water I’m in over your accusations from this morning? The lawyers upstairs are saying we have to honor her contract,” Clark heard Perry berate her.
What if a flowerpot or gargoyle fell onto her head from the 5th floor?
“Saints alive! Lois, what is all of this?”
Work?
Don’t they have acrostics on Kr… in Kansas?”
No, the editor of the Smallville Postillion was glad if his reporters were able to string together last night’s beer advertisement, let alone write a one-paragraph summary of the high school football game.
CLOE: Hey!
She pointed to a newspaper at one end of the table and read off her notepad. “‘Superman Lies.’”
So, the good Doc is saying the truth. Why is Lois so upset about that?
LOIS: It’s not like I picked that one on purpose for my demonstration.
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Huh, I’m thinking Lex didn’t know about that one.
Now that’s not a very nice thing to say about a woman who has had romantic entanglements with just 6 men over the past 6 years.
He couldn’t believe the screaming, yelling, and flinging of insults by the people of Metropolis might finally be ending.
Right.
TEMPUS:
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“Probably best that we’re not publishing Dr. Carlin’s column anymore,” Jimbo said. “It seems as if only twenty percent of Metropolitans were reading it.”
Two hours. Psychic ability or not, Lois was an amazing woman.
Why she claims to be the best reporter in town. Also, he’s probably so intimidated by her, he won’t even think about sweet lovin’ her later that week, huh?
“I’m not a slut or a whore,” she went on soothingly.
Clark cupped her chin in his hand. “I never thought that you were.”
“Liar,” she murmured as he tilted his lips towards hers.
“Guys… um…” Jimbo interrupted, taping his watch. “Could you do that on the newsroom floor? I have eleven thirty this morning for the pool and it’s coming up on that now.”
Huh? A bet? A bet on when they would come out?
Clark turned towards Jimbo. “Pool?”
“Yeah, CK, after you kissed her cheek and Lois slapped your butt this morning, the whole newsroom hasn’t been talking about anything else,” Jimbo explained.
“Well…” Lois said, rising up to her feet and resting against the table. “I could use a lift to my desk.”
Clark chuckled. “I’m not carrying you.”
“But my feet!” Lois chided with a pout.
They’re adorable!
“I could hurt my back,” Clark retorted innocently.
Did he just call her fatter than Nightfall?
“Perhaps that will teach Olsen not to interrupt people’s intimate moments,” Clark murmured.
Right. He might just start doing it to mess with them now.
“Doubtful,” Lois replied. “If he stopped doing that we would have to check to see if someone replaced him with a clone.”
And get birth control, huh?
“Never,” he said with a nod. Just because he had the medical examiner check to make sure that the body had never broken or fractured its ankle, didn’t mean he had doubts.
Right.
Lois crossed her arms. “That still doesn’t tell me who she is. There are a lot of blondes in Metropolis.”
“Didn’t you read Cat’s article?”
Did ‘blonde’ go out of style since it came out that Lex preferred blondes?
Clark nodded. “Shards of glass in his food, actually…
It’s funny just how many ways you can die from silicon. Glass shards. Drowing in quick sand. Microchips controlling a Terminator that will shoot you.
He hoped the downtick in Lois’s expression meant she wouldn’t discount Luthor as a threat any longer.
Couldn’t she ask Big Louie to arrange with some guys he knows for Lex to have an ‘accident’ in the courtyard where he kinda, sorta stabs himself with a shiv in the neck. Multiple times.
“The week before your wedding,” he said with a nod.
She gritted her teeth. “It wasn’t a wedding!”
Still too early to joke about it?
LOIS: Oh, I can choke him about it.
“What do you want me to call it?” he said before he could stop himself.
“The worst day of my life!” she screamed.
What about the day when Zara shows up and takes Kal-El home to Krypton? What about the day when B39 finally gets a hold of some Kryptonite bullets and plants one or two in Superman’s head? What about Lex getting released from prison on his own recognizance and kidnaps Lois into a lonely corner in the Swiss Alps — without stopping for chocolates on the way up? What about the day Cat wins the Kerth Award for Investigative Journalism for her piece on Lex’s downfall?
He wondered what she might do to get him to hand it over.
They’re still in public, so nothing *too* forward.
but Clark still managed to keep the folder out of her grasp. As gravity overtook Lois, her chest brushed against Clark’s face and she grabbed him around his neck to stop herself.
So, that’s how she does it.
“What’s the magic word?” he whispered, his voice rough.
“Gimme,” she replied breathlessly.
Unable to resist, he lowered his mouth to hers.
Somewhere in the background, he could have sworn he heard Jimbo cheering.
Awwwwwwww
“Lois! Clark! What does this look like? The back row of Lover’s Lane?” barked Perry,
Lover’s Lane!
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causing them to jump apart as if they were two teenagers being interrupted by a porch light.
And according to Ari, a red one at that.
It was now official.
They were an item.
And just in time for part 200!
Clark felt like making loop-de-loops.
Until someone explains to him that Lois will now expect things to progress to a more…physical nature.
Michael
