Aaaaand on to another round!
Unfortunately, a nasty crash on the Luthor Expressway had delayed his departure, and now he was running late to meet Lois for breakfast.
NIGEL: I’m happy to report, sir, that the Lex-O-Crash 1000 works perfectly.
“I want to know how he does that ‘desire’ thing he was doing yesterday.”
LUCIFER: So, Ms. Lane, tell me your deepest, darkest desire.
LOIS: Clark, naked, covered in molten chocolate. *blinks* I mean, a Pulitzer. Yes. A Pulitzer. Come on Clark, that guy’s obviously a quack!
There’s so many rules they insist on following before they do anything,
LUCIFER:
Really? I never noticed.
CHLOE:
“Oh, he dropped by Lux last night. We had a very interesting little chat, didn’t we, Clark?” Lucifer gave Clark a knowing grin that widened with amusement when the reporter blushed.
CHLOE: Great, now I have to deal with a one-night-stand couple on my team. And when did the reporters become part of my team?
“You two go... do whatever it is that you do.”
So, Lois is going to be running inside after Lucifer, then Clark’s going to run inside after Lois so he is ready once Lois starts yelling for Superman to please assist in life-preserving measures for her body.
“I’m going too,” she informed Clark, scrambling out of the back seat.
See?
Crossing the last street needed to reach the scene, she stopped in her tracks, causing Clark to nearly collide with her.
Told ya!
Yes, time to break up with her. For her own good.
LUCIFER: Why would I do such a muttonheadedly stupid thing?
That Lois would find a way to murder him when she found out he’d been lying to her daily for almost a year?
Yes, she might lure him into a dark room and keep him there until all his solar-powered energy has been tuckered out.
Tomas Martinez sat on the stained and torn couch, his eyes fixed on the television with the vacant stare of the high.
The hypodermic syringe, spoon and foil on the rickety coffee table told their own story.
So, staged overdose, huh?
Walking over, Lucifer leaned close to the suspect, snapping his fingers in the other man’s face and receiving nothing more than a delayed shift of the eyes in his direction.
Wow, I did not expect him to still be alive.
The Detective left the room. Lucifer made as if to follow her, then caught sight of the expression on Lois’s face. It was one he was extremely familiar with.
Desire.
“Ohh… you want to go and check out that building, don’t you, Ms Lane?” He grinned, catching her eyes.
“You heard the detective. She won’t get a warrant till tomorrow.”
“Yes, but I bet that’s never stopped you before now, has it? After all, who knows what newsworthy things you’ll find?”
Oh boy. Lucifer must be Clark’s worst nightmare. An enabler for Lois’s desires.
“Impressive, Ms Lane. You know, I’m liking Clark’s human more and more.”
They’re comparing pets now. Aren’t the non-humans adorable?
LOIS:
*PET*?
“You don’t know Lucifer. He’s impatient and impulsive and he has a habit of getting himself into dangerous situations.”
“You should find Lois,” she told Clark.
“She’ll be with Lucifer,” Clark sounded resigned.
“Well done, Ms Lane!” Lucifer beamed at Lois in pleased surprise.
“Lucifer?” The Detective’s voice came from outside the door.
“Oh, the cavalry’s arrived. In here, Detective!”
“I can see why you like working with her, she’s feisty.”
Great pacing you’ve got going on there!
Michael
