“So? Since when is something like distance a problem for you? Fly over there for a quick visit; surprise Lana and take her on a daytrip to Paris. A romantic stroll on the left bank together might do wonders.”
Clark nodded, seriously considering the suggestion, but then said. “Yeah, but she’s working exceedingly hard to unearth this antique camp chair. We both know how she gets when she focuses on a project. It means a lot to her father and her career. She – she asked that I not come over to visit.”
She asked Clark NOT to come visit? That little hussy....
Pete stiffened, for the past year Lana had indeed focused nearly all her considerable energies on two things: Clark and her career. Now suddenly she wanted to concentrate on work exclusively? Something did not sound right.
Pete's a good friend. Hopefully he can get Clark to see the light...
There was a brief silence, then Pete asked carefully, “But you still want to help - despite the risks of being discovered?”
Clark face was set in an look of determination, “Yes. I have these abilities and they can save lives.”
Because that's just the type of guy he is... Awww!
These ‘near-miss’ situations and rescues had been occurring for some time, but now they were on a definite upswing. The city of Metropolis seemed to be the epicenter of safety.
The only information any reporter could get out of the bewildered victims and eye witnesses was they all felt some kind of powerful wind and then saw a haze of motion. Afterwards there was only a happy situation rather than a dreadful tragedy.
Clever Clark keeping moving...no witnesses.
“There is no such thing as an invisible man or super man for that matter.” Clark said, in what he hoped was an off-the-cuff comment. These mysteries really had her going, so much so that of late she had refrained from wearing business suits with short skirts, but wore comfortable pants outfits that allowed her to move freely during the many near disasters she had covered over the past week.
“Oh is that so?” She asked, placing the palms of both hands on his desk and glaring at him. “Then please tell me how Archimedes the cat, got down from one of the tallest trees in Centennial Park? A cat, I might add that is documented by its veterinarian to have a fear of heights!”
“That’s some wimpy cat.” Ralph said with a snicker as he passed by their desks.
“Nobody asked you Lombard.” Lois snapped at his retreating back.
<snicker> haha
“Lois! It’s Lex Luthor!”
Caught between surprise and incredulity Lois ran back down the ramp and then whispered, “What does he want?”
ROFL! I love this response.
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Lois took one shaky step crossing the space between them and then grabbed him, allowing his strong arms to encircle her and for a brief space of time, let him take the weight of her fragile existence. It felt so good to feel the sturdy fabric of his jacket and beneath the jacket and shirt she swore she could feel his powerful muscles flexing. It was real and she was alive. They stood like that for more than a few heartbeats, he giving comfort and she being comforted.
Clark drank in the scent of her long, dark hair. The bouquet of fresh jasmine and lemon was so tantalizing he wanted to run his fingers through it. He loved the exotic combination and wondered why Lana never wore perfume like that.
He froze. Lana.
Oh, boy.... Um, let's see Lana is another country flirting with another man while Clark is over here trying to make sense out of his growing feelings for his partner and basically being shunned by Lana. What a wicked web indeed....
Hmmm, so who messed with the brake lines in Lois' car?
Gently, almost reverently, he pulled Lois away from him and masked his true feelings with those of a good friend’s concern, but also a reporter’s need to know, asked her a few questions. “What happened? Are you all right?”
Reluctantly she lifted her head off the comfort and protection of his strong, broad chest, her features were more under control, but those fine brown eyes, were still rimmed with fear. Words stammered out, “I don’t … I know, the … brakes … they … they failed. Someone … tried to…” She couldn’t finish the words; she looked down at the ground.
“What? Here, lean against back the Jeep, I’m going to check underneath.” Without another word, he took off his jacket and crawled under the vehicle. Lois leaned against the Jeep, allowing the automobile - rather than permit somewhat wobbly legs - to support her. A moment later he emerged from under the Jeep’s body slapping his hands together to remove excess dirt and grease from his clothes.
“Thankfully Lois, I don’t think this was sabotage; just a serious case of negligence. It looks like when they checked your brake lines for air they failed to tighten the fitting adequately. The brake fluid leaked out a little bit each time you applied the brakes. If it had been sabotage one of the lines would have been cut.”
She shook her head in disbelief, “Th … that makes some sense, the vehicle was checked out a few days ago.” Shock and fear were quickly replaced by a stark realization, “I’m a rescue survivor!”
“A … rescue survivor?” Now he was nervous and clearly did not like where this was going.
“That’s right! ‘The Haze’ was here!”
Haze??? Well, that's a new one....
“Oh Lois, not you too! Look, I spent the better part of the morning searching for something or someone that doesn’t exist. There was probably enough brake fluid remaining to stop the Jeep. It’s the only logical explanation. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”
Bahaha! Denial Denial Denial.
<What was Clark doing in the parking garage if he doesn’t have a car?> She wanted to ask, but the thought of pursuing this argument with him was not important. She had been through enough for one day.
Very good point Ms. Lane.
Lois:What were you doing in the parking garage?
Clark:Hanging up my cape of course...
On the other hand, Jeff, Pete’s mechanic, stated the line had been deliberately loosened.
There was a disconnect somewhere. But one thing was absolutely certain; someone was out to get Lois Lane.
Ooohhhh! Smart! Don't cut it deliberately make it look like mechanical failure.
