Hi Mary!
Looks like the vignette exploded
Lois didn't have much time to react before she found herself being pulled into Clark's embrace. A cacophony of whoops and wolf-whistles rose up into the air, under-scored by Perry's deep chuckle.
Hmm…Christmas. Mistletoe. Them officially dating?
"I'm sorry," he stammered sheepishly. "I overheard some of them talking. Apparently, it's suspicious for us not to act like we're...um..."
Huh?
"Married," she whispered, catching him by surprise. She looked up into his wide eyes. "That's the explanation for a lot of what we found, isn't it? They're married."
Alternate universe?
Lois snorted. "I'm supposed to be on a date with Lex Luthor, right now!"
Season One alternate universe? Or time travel? No, if it were time travel, Lois would be freaking by now.
She hissed, making him wince. "If she blows it for me because of some insane fetish she has for green-jeans rookie reporters, I will find a way to make her pay!"
Yes, alternate universe and Lois is worried Alt-Lois will snuggle with her Clarkie and Lex will see. Also, ‘fetisch’
BTW – the title should have clued me in. I so need to learn to remember the title when I’m reading a LnC fic. It’s like walking into a Star * movie and asking where the Enterprise is when the Tantive IV flies over the screen.
The scowl cleared from Lois's face, and she looked up at him in confusion. "About what?" she asked. "The living arrangements?"
Yeah, well, they only have one bed. A really small bed.
ALT-CLARK: But a biiiig ceiling
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"The photo," he said quietly, nodding towards their desks.
Lois's jaw fell open as his meaning registered. "Oh, Clark," she whispered in horror, "we can't! How can we...? Maybe it's a mistake," she said hastily. "Maybe they don't actually have..."
Oops?
LITTLE LOIS: Momma Momma Momma! Look what I made from the frying pan when I tried to cook toast!
She was cut off by a ringing from her cell phone.
"Hello?" she answered, hoping for a good distraction to take her mind off of this growing insanity.
PHONE: Momma Momma Momma!
"Miss Lane," a woman's voice responded on the other end of the line, "This is Mrs. Hirsch, your son's principal.
See?
Would you mind coming down to the school? I'm afraid there's been some kind of incident."
Let’s hope he didn’t fly and bust Clark’s secret.
LOIS:
Did I cheat on Clark with Superman?
This. Is. Fun!
Michael
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This is the first story I've written and posted on my new phone!
On your phone!
