“Linda, do you have any sort of... passport?” he asked, realizing he would need one to buy her ticket.
Oops?
She mutely shook her head, that vulnerable look was on her face again, as her eyes went wide stirring the protective streak in him.
Doe yes. Right. She could really use them in her business.
“Two years,” she whispered so low, he almost needed his super-hearing to hear it.
That stopped him. <<Two years was how long Lois Lane had been gone...>>
/taps foot impatiently/
“How did you know?” he asked.
Okay, still a bit slow.
“Uh, yeah, in the airport. Let’s go. While you make use of the facilities, I’ll see what I can do about getting an American home without a passport.”
How about a crate?
Clark suddenly had an idea. It was a little risky... if she woke up while they were flying, he’d have some difficult questions to answer.
Clever solution to the conundrum
He needn’t have worried though, as like a child who wakes up when the car stops moving after a long trip, Lois slowly came to when they got to his apartment. Clark laid her gently on his bed as she fitfully began to wake up.
But he's going to be in for some tough questions once she's up to counting hours and days. Unless she's no idea which day it was back in the Congo.
He suddenly smiled, “Why don’t we get married?“ he said through a laugh, echoing his thoughtless yet totally genuine proposal after their first night together “—I mean, *pretend* to get married. Just until you can figure out who this Boss is and we can figure out how to deal with him.”
Interesting. And I like the suggestions in here about fake marriage troubles
So, do you mean pretend as in announce they're married but let them live in sin or get them officially married but not let them have any nookie?
So, I know this was not a dark part, but since this was such a waffy ending you can't really leave us on such a bouncy high for an entire week, now can you?
Michael
PS:
Lois nodded, although she looked uncertain.
/Whispers/ You slipped a 'Lois' in there
