Hi Sue!
Before I go all
new waff-fic.
4.
With horror, Lois realized she had been drugged.
Got really scared. There've been way too many Lois-(almost)-gets-date-raped stories out there in the past two years or so to make this a topic that's not angsty. But there's hope. You didn't mention any WHAMs so, I keep reading on with just a minor panic attack instead of reading on with a full-blown hyperventilating panic attack.
5.
Her arms felt too heavy to lift and she started to slump forward. Someone took hold of her shoulders and a deep voice cheerfully said, "Whoa there, sweetheart. I'll take you home now."
It wasn't Clark's voice.
Oh dear. Oh dear. Oh dear. /goes back to recheck A/N, just in case I missed something/
7.
A ripple of pain shot up her leg as one shoe came off and her foot smacked erratically against the concrete
Yes. A shoe for Clark to find.
8.
He was imagining it; that was all. If Lois was saying his name right now, it definitely wouldn't be so mild. By now - if she was still here at all - she was most likely using his name as part of an expletive.
I'm scared beyond laughing. Otherwise I'd be LMAO.
So this must do:
*NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO*
Michael
PS: Loved it. More. Please?
