Hi Vicki! Whoops, I read this ages, well, months ago but then I got distracted and…/returns now to regular scheduled FDK/
2) she may be dressed as any type of elf (examples given included Tolkien-esque elves and Santa's helpers), 3) the story must be gfic, 4) Lois is an adult in the story,
Elf, can be a Christmas elf, adult Lois, *and* gfic?
As a gamer, this was what I was able to come up with.
Did you ever watch The Guid (
http://watchtheguild.com/)?
Some, in a direct departure from the sword-and-magic fantasy world, stood around texting on their phones.
Hey, who says they couldn’t get into the 21st century in the Warcraft universe, too? It’s not like they have irregular seasons or anything like that to prevent the industrial revolution.
Excitement rippled through him and he fought hard to keep his private smile from crossing over his lips. He didn't want to look like a crazy person.
You mean, like Ralph in a strip joint?
Is the entire DP staff present?
Through a stroke of random luck, as Clark had decided to move back to Metropolis and see if he could pick up the pieces of his shattered life, he'd found that his former residence on Clinton had just become available again.
Yes, I can’t imagine where the icy draft had come from. Or the rats. Not to mention the eerie howling at all times during the night.
Mentally, Clark kicked himself. After all these years, did he really think he could just waltz back in to the life he'd left behind?
So long as he hasn’t knocked up Lois, he should be…well…not fine, but at least, not a deadbeat dad to be beat dead by Perry.
until she'd gone and married the devil - Lex Luthor.
One single shot from an antique pistol to the roof of his mouth, all within full view of his wife.
Do they have proof that it *wasn’t* Lois pulling the trigger?
Then, shortly after Lois had buried Lex Luthor, Clark had gotten wind of the fact that she'd hooked up with some FDA agent.
Oh boy. She going through men like Cat in heat.
What was his name again? Clark asked himself. He ransacked his brain for a few moments. Sanderson? Scarab? Scarface? Sardine? No, wait. It was Scardino.
Some call him
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He'd only returned to Metropolis because he'd heard a rumor that Lois was once again single, though he hadn't heard what the circumstances were, and though he couldn't seem to verify the report.
She found Sardine in bed with Mayson Drake?
"Look where you're going, you overgrown cow!" the surly female voice said.
Oooh!
"What are you staring at?" she asked gruffly.
Considering the screenshot in the FDK thread, I could offer a couple of suggestions.
"It's me," he said after a moment, his voice cracking with emotion. "Clark." Blind to what he was doing, he put a hand to his chest as if it identify himself.
Isn’t it obvious? The guy who’s about as smart as an ox is dressed as one
"Us? Us?" Lois said, her anger rising. "After all this time, you think there's any 'us' left? Fifteen years, Clark. Fifteen years! And barely a word from you in all that time!"
So, he mucked up the stables, big time?
HERCULES: I’m *not* cleaning up *that* mess.
He would reserve his words for those he was rescuing and those emergency responders that he would be working alongside.
At least, till he snaps and sets up a dictatorship.
"I looked for you, you know," Lois said after a long and thick silence blanketed the room. "I tried everything. Every contact I had. Every available resource on the internet.
What about his parents?
LOIS: Parents?
What hold does he - or did he - have over you, Clark?
Well, they were rather…intimate.
It was like you two were lovers or something.
See?
"You lied to me," Lois finally said, her voice seething with anger. "You lousy, no-good, lying piece of s..."
Someone’s ticked off!
"Never," she said quietly.
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I think there’s the wrong pronoun there.
Clark nodded in turn. "Can I take you home? I might not be in costume anymore, but it could be a modified escort quest."
With a conflicted heart, Clark picked up his belongings and flew back to his apartment.
Oooh! Treat! That one’s new!
Nearly a month had passed since he'd bumped into Lois at the launch party at Gamestop. As of yet, she had maintained complete silence.
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Clark? it simply said.
Clark read it twice, blinking in surprise. The user name next to the message read WildRose.
So, there’s cross-server communications?
Lois? he typed back with trembling fingers. It couldn't be her. She didn't even belong to his server!
See! Did she switch server? Does she have to level-up again? Is that the reason she was silent for a month?
Because, came the words. I thought maybe...I don't know. Maybe it might be nice to be on the same server as you.
Awww
To be honest, he doubted that he was worthy enough to ask such a thing of even his furniture.
SOFA: You *LEFT* me! Do you see that coffee stain the next tenant made? Do you see IT?
Clark smiled a bit to himself. Fine then. How about thirty-six thousand, seven hundred and fifteen gold, eighty-one silver, and ten copper? I'd offer more, but that's all I've got at the moment.
But he knew on a visceral level that the conversation ahead had the power to either cast a spell that would resurrect Clark Kent back to life, or to kill him for good, even if Lois herself did not realize the power she wielded.
***
Two years later...
So…
Perry had been overjoyed to see the younger reporter, and had needed no convincing to give Clark his old job - as well as his old partner - back.
PERRY: It’s about damn time…
"I thought about it," she admitted, "but I think, maybe for now, I'll pass. Michael is still so young and we're still so sleep-deprived as it is. Plus, I feel like maybe our new family is adventure enough."
"I couldn't agree more."
The End.
Awww
You spun a wondrous tale. And thanks for the epilogue!
Michael
