Hi Vicki!
Watching the Kryptonite ravage Clark's body and not being able to do a thing to help him was one of the most difficult things Lois had ever had to do in her life.
Right up there with watching Clark get a Kerth Award instead of her and certainly more difficult than giving birth to his children but not so hard a wedding night with Lex Luthor would have been.
That included any off-the-wall, out of the box, crapshoot experimental procedures that might have any kind of chance of saving his life.
Since Clark takes this long to die, wouldn’t it help to put a pillow over his face until the sun rises in the West and sets in the East?
And, selfishly, if these were to be Clark's final hours, Lois didn't want to share them with anyone else.
So, that would be an x-nay on the three-way with Mayson, then, huh?
"I'm okay," came the reply.
Looky-there. One night spent with Lois and he’s back to his old self again. They should have tried this earlier.
I will do whatever it takes to make things up to you...for everything that's happened."
Ooooh! I wonder if he’ll break up with her later on for her own good.
"No, I want to," he interrupted. "I haven't been a very good friend to you and I've been an even worse boyfriend. I've continuously lied to you and withheld important information from you, simply because I was afraid.
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I’ve just got a plot bunny that will need postin’ on the Challenge board (edit:
http://www.lcficmbs.com/ubb/ubbthreads.php/topics/272753).
She knew that, if it were her that was missing a part of herself, she would be panicking.
Like, if she lost her deductive reasoning skills?
And, without you, I wouldn't have the strength to keep putting on the suit every day."
/suddenly imagines Lois pulling the suit onto him each morning/
So she agreed, promising to stop by around seven o'clock that evening. Joy lit up his face and some of the terror in his eyes vanished.
The remaining terror probably revolves around the question of how to get his parents out of his apartment by 7 o’clock and not have them return the entire evening in case things go…well with Lois.
He chuckled. "I find cooking relaxing, Lois. Or, at least, it's relaxing compared to my usual, uh, hobbies."
Yes, I do imagine Clark’s cooking to be less stressful for him. And the Metropolis Fire Department.
Some days earlier, at the MFD station house near Carter Avenue: LL13! It’s still breakfast time. Two engines should suffice.
"I wouldn't go back there if my life depended on it."
To be fair, her life might be in danger if she goes there.
What other secrets did he hold?
Well…he has an ex-girlfriend back in Smallville. He has a wife on New Krypton. He’s a very patient man. And he floats the sheets.
What if...the reactor leak wasn't exactly...an accident?"
That would have been implied in Lois’s conjecture.
This," he said, gesturing to himself as he sat there, "is the real me, Lois. Fake glasses and all."
Plus, the glass is leaded so he doesn’t ‘accidentally’ x-ray her clothes.
Superman's a job for you, no different than if you delivered pizzas during the hours you aren't writing for the paper.
Or being a hitman. Male prostitute. All jobs he’d most likely not be inclined to share with her on a first date. Or a third date.
"In a way," he continued, "it makes you a hero. You are the woman who saved Superman."
"Twice," she pointed out with a little pride showing.
"More than twice," he replied sincerely.
Awww…
Michael
