Hi Nancy!
At first I figured this would be a fic with Bobby Bigmouth as a police inspector. But the first paragraph cleared this up
Then you puled this stunt here:
Then I remembered what Henderson had said. I needed to lay low. If I wanted to be the person to expose Superman for who he really was, I needed to get out of here before someone else realized Clark Kent was missing.
Of course, my mind went immediately to some sort of From-the-Ruins type of story and I kept reading on, worrying, expecting, hoping.
Until...
“I can’t. I completely forgot, but I’m not even supposed to be here right now. I need to…” I started to tell him. The truth that is. That I needed to go into hiding to protect Superman’s secret. I mean, surely, if anyone could be trusted it would be Lex, right?
And Clark was too worn out to put up a fight.
“I don’t love Superman,” I said. “I was sort infatuated with him,” I said, having to admit to that. “But I don’t love him. And I like you, Clark, a lot. You’re like a brother to me.”
This took me completely by surprise. A Lois that is over Superman and not into Clark. Interesting potential for a sequel. Unless you plan to marry her off to Dan.
“I know,” I admitted quietly. “That’s just the kind of guy Clark Kent is.”
And this was so poignant of Lois's discoveries of the man Clark is.
Fun vignette!
Michael
