Going back to my last comment from last ep...
“Yes. Tempus killed baby Clark by covering him with green rocks. Green glowing rocks, only they’re not glowing anymore.” Lois shook her head. “No, that can’t be right. No. No! That doesn’t make sense. If Clark died due to green rocks…”
"...then Clark is really dead!"
"...then Clark is Superman and he's dead!!!"
Both are true in this instance but she refuses to believe the latter because she thinks it makes her crazy. I can't wait to she what she thinks of Alt-Clark.
Lois: "You DO exist."
That image of the fake Superman trying to hit Clark and her partner grabbing his arm froze in her mind. She looked at it, somehow able to walk around it, studying it from all angles. How? How could Clark do that? That fake Superman was at least as strong as the real one. How had Clark been able to stop the punch? Surely, the only person able to stop such a hit would be…
Lois gasped as another thought zipped across her mind. No! It couldn’t be.
She studied the two men in this frozen image in her mind. Both had the same height, same color hair – although styled slightly different, same skin tone, different clothes, and Clark wore glasses. Behind those glasses were…
“Lois? Are you saying there’s a fake Superman in your dream?” Star asked, confused.
“Yes, ‘cause the real one is… is…” Lois stammered. Her eyes flashed open and she got to her feet. Now that she was awake from the hypnosis, the memory from the Smallville woods returned, stronger, clearer, and with more detail. “Clark!”
Oh dear, the truth comes out and now she doesn't want to believe it because if she did then she doesn't believe she's sane.
Lois couldn’t believe it. She had been so sure that Clark was real and that her dreams had been repressed memories, but with this new insight, she couldn’t see how he could be. She might as well accept the truth. She had irrefutable proof that she was insane, bonkers, nutso, crazy…
Oh dear. Deter is looking more and more likely all the time now. *shudders*
You’re not crazy, Lois, Clark said in that supportive tone of his. She could also hear the hesitancy in his voice. He was readying himself for her fury.
“I’m not crazy, Clark?” she scoffed out loud. “Hello? Not only am I hearing your voice, I’m responding to you.”
Lois, it's one thing if you respond to him silently and it's another to respond to him out loud.
Lois stopped and threw her hands up into the air. “There you are, Clark, with another one of your strange leaps of logic. How could you be Superman? That’s ridiculous. Superman is a fantasy character my mind created to let me… this me…” She patted her chest. “ – know the truth about Lex. Superman can’t be killed. One of my favorite aspects about his character is that he’s invulnerable. You, on the other hand, are dead. Ergo, you cannot be Superman. End of discussion.”
Kryptonite…
“Don’t even get started on that green rock mumbo-jumbo, Clark. Please!” Lois interrupted, adjusting her briefcase strap and continuing down the sidewalk. “Either you’re a dead superhero who lied to me, just like all the other men in my life, or I’m crazy. Which is it?”
She does have a point on the glowing green rocks. If the affected more than Superman I'm sure she'd be slightly more inclined to believe it... however it would mean that he's not invulnerable at that point and could potentially be affected by more than just the rocks.
Lo-is, Clark groaned as he began to plead, I’m sorry I didn’t tell you I’m Superman.
“You hear that world?” she called out to her residential street. “Clark Kent is Superman!”
Lois!
“What? You think anyone around here cares? Clark Kent is Superman! Clark Kent is Superman!” she shouted and then harrumphed. “Nobody, but me, knows who Superman is, Clark, and why’s that? Oh, yeah, Superman has chosen me – out of all the people in the world –to stalk in the afterlife. Right, and you don’t think I’m nuts. Ha!”
Oh she's going to
So, regret that when Alt-Clark arrives.
If I had told you that Superman wasn’t a figment of your imagination, but that he was once a real, living, breathing man, because I’m him, would you have ever listened to me? Would you have believed in the real me… Clark – me? His voice seemed to catch in his throat. Would you have gone to Smallville to meet my parents, to figure out how I died, so we can save me from this fate? Or would you be off somewhere denying that I exist and making out with Scardino, while I suffered in agony in the back reaches of your mind?
He does have a point here, her dreams/memories never really had a connection between Superman and the Kents and it really would have been difficult to explain that he was essentially living as two people at that time.
I knew I should have kept quiet. If hearing my voice makes you feel crazy, then I did this to you. Go on, Lois, live your life. I won’t bother you anymore, and you can be sane again.
“No!” Lois hollered, freezing her steps as his words froze her heart. He wouldn’t dare, not after he promised he wouldn’t leave her again. She took a deep breath and exhaled, trying to chase the anger from her voice as she pleaded with the voice in her head, “I’d rather be crazy with you than sane without you, Clark.” Dammit, he made her admit she was in love with a figment of her imagination.
If this isn't an acceptance of her own "crazyness" (to the outside observer) then I don't know what is. As long as she's not a danger to herself and others then she can't be committed against her will.
“Ah… Lois? Are you feeling all right?” Jimmy asked, leaning over to unlock the passenger door. “Hop in.”
She looked at Jimmy and then at the closed passenger side door with a shake of her head. “No wonder I fell for you, Clark,” she mumbled, opening the car door and dropping in to the seat. “The men from Metropolis…”
“What?” Jimmy griped, having caught her expression. “What did I do now?”
“Would it have killed you to open the door?” Lois said, snapping her seat belt. She could hear Clark chuckling at the back of her head.
“You’re kiddin’ me, right? Mad Dog wants me to get out of the car, walk over to the other side, and open the car door for her?” Jimmy laughed. “You feeling all right there, Lane?”
Jimmy does have a point, anyone other than Clark has to risk the wrath of a Lois who believes she's being patronized. Or at least given the impression she's being patronized. There was always a certain sincerity to Clark's actions as it was done consistently and not as an afterthought.
Lois sighed, not wanting to admit the truth. Her tongue ran over her teeth and then she announced, “Clark noticed the smoke from the bomb at the Wilder trial, not me. He saved us, not me.”
“Well, better him than Scardino,” the photographer mocked.
Wow, Scardino really rubbed the other men in her life the wrong way, didn't he?
Jimmy rolled his eyes. “Come on, Lois, neither of us believes that you are truly ‘looney tunes’, least of all you.”
“I’m dreaming about a dazzling, flying superhero who is trying to romance me, which would be all and good if these dreams were truly fantasies, but a voice inside my head that only I – and possibly one psychic – can hear has convinced me that my dreams are real, repressed memories. If that isn’t crazy enough for you…” Lois gazed at him with a raised brow, daring him with her eyes to ask her to continue. She hadn’t even gotten to the traveling back in time with H.G. Wells bit or the part where CK was Superman.
I’m thinking we can skip sharing those facts, Lois, Clark suggested.
“Why, Clark? Why should I leave out the really juicy bits?” she argued.
Jimmy’s eyes went wide and he gulped. “Because I don’t really want to hear them.”
Sheesh, Jimmy I know you read Love Fortress and all but you especially ought to know not to be that dirty-minded around her.
Lois waved his concerns away. “They’re not sexual, Jimmy. Come on, this is me we’re talking about.”
Clark made a noise that sounded like he was clearing his throat. I don’t know, Lois, I always thought you and sexy went hand-in-hand.
Hee hee hee.
I love the not-quite dirty-minded Clark.
“That in itself belongs on the wall of weird, but the bigger question is why?” He drew out this last word slowly.
OK, when you had him say this my first thought was, "Where's Chloe when you need her." But then again that's a Smallville character and not LnC.
Jimmy ran a shaking hand through his hair. “What about Superman, Lois?”
She glanced up at Jimmy and exhaled.
No, Lois, don’t…
“That before Clark was killed, Superman was real.”
Hear the train headed for Deter's office? *shudder* I just
hate that guy. I'm sure Deter's a sincere person but his manipulation in the series makes my skin crawl.
