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Reminiscing by Leigh Raglan. Here's a revelation with a difference. "Yes. I thought you were human. Humans are...a fragile and short-lived species. A single bullet to the chest and they just fall apart and DIE. I, on the other hand, wince and then get up and walk away. Here, help me up."
Clark, bemused, helped Lois sit up. Or a Lois who claimed not to be Lois.
"Clark, I'm an alien. More alien to humans than you are. An alien who thinks a bullet to the chest isn't much worse than a paper cut. Though it stings a bit more. What is the life expectancy of a human male? 70? 80 years? Clark, my people wait longer than that to get a drivers license!"
"Are you saying you're too old for me?" he asked.
"I'm saying I've been using Lois Lane's driver's license for over two years rather than wait for my own," she quickly backpedaled. Tricia
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That's Richard Frantz Jr's Lois's Secret And now for the new quote, from the fic I'm currently reading: "Lois," Clark interrupted. "Lois - stop. Please."
She drew a long breath again, trying to blink back tears. "I really don't want to hurt you, Superman, but this is the way it has to be."
"No, Lois," he insisted. "There's something I *have* to tell you, now. Please, won't you turn around and look at me?"
Slowly, Lois turned to face him. But what she saw was... Clark, in the clothes he had been wearing when he'd left her apartment. Only he wasn't wearing his glasses, and his hair was slicked back.
"Lois - do you understand now?" he asked her, in Superman's voice.
"I - Clark - Superman..." Lois tried to form the words, but couldn't.
"Lois, I am Clark. I always have been. Superman's a disguise. I did it so I could have a normal life... help where I can, but not be constantly in the public eye, have some... privacy..." He shrugged helplessly, hoping she would understand.
"I was going to tell you everything this morning -" he continued.
"I was going to tell you today that <...>," Lois interrupted, amazed that they had both been planning to tell each other their secrets that same day. Saskia
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Ahh, another classic that I can recognize instantly. Wendy Richards' wondrous It Happened One (Super) Night. And without further ado... She came to his side and took his hand. "Clark, what are you doing? You have to let them take care of you. You've lost a lot of blood."
He squeezed her hand as he steeled his nerves to tell her what he had to. "Lois, I need you to listen to me." He waited until she met his gaze. "I need you to call Dr. Klein."
"Bernie Klein? Why?"
"He's the only one that can help me."
"But he's a scientist at Star Labs."
"Yes. He also studies Superman's biology." Clark squeezed her hand again. "He's my doctor, Lois."
She took in his words, noticing for the first time that he wasn't wearing his glasses. He couldn't possibly be saying what she thought he was saying. Slowly she reached down and smoothed his hair back on his head. "Oh God!"
"I am so sorry you had to find out this way. I wanted to be the one to tell you. But Lois, I need your help now."
Lois was stunned. Clark had just told her that he was Superman. How could that be? All the time they'd worked together. The things she'd told both of them came back to her in a flash. The anger was rising; the betrayal stung. How could he have done this to her? Kathy
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Sheesh, I keep intending to stop answering these, and people keep picking my favorites! This one is from "Unexplained Events" by Stopquitdont. Alright, here's another one: He didn't say anything for a few moments, but just stood there, looking at her with the most intense gaze that she'd ever seen. Finally, he took a deep breath and began, "Lois... You went to the auction determined to bid for Superman, didn't you?" "Well... yes," she replied in a small voice. "Stop me if I'm wrong, but what you were really after was that night-time flight over the city, wasn't it?" "How did you know? It wasn't *just* that... but it was the main attraction. I just thought that it would be so romantic..." Her voice trailed off before she could add, 'And I thought it might help me make up my mind about him... and you...' She was about to say that, but he spoke before she could. "Uh-huh. And yet you spent almost all your money on me. Well, I don't want to deprive you of your dream, so... you shall *have* your flight over Metropolis!" "What? How? Oh, you mean in a 'plane or a helicopter. Clark, that's so sweet. Thank you, but you don't have to do that." "I know. I *want* to do it. I also didn't mean in an aircraft. I thought about doing it that way, but who wants a pilot around? You know, three's a crowd and all that. So, I finally decided the heck with it, it was time you knew anyway. Get your coat." So saying, he pushed her gently but firmly towards the coat rack, got down her coat and helped her into it. Lois was dumbfounded by his sudden decisiveness and more than a little confused by what he could possibly mean -- time she knew *what?* -- so she didn't say anything. Her surprise deepened as he led her away from the front door and over to the window, which he opened. Then he reached down and picked her up in his arms. "Clark! What are you doing?" And yet, somehow, she already knew what he was doing. She'd been picked up in that same effortless manner before, and held that same way -- lightly but firmly, as though she were something incredibly fragile and precious -- but not by *Clark*... "Taking you for that flight. Hang on tight." And with that, he turned to the window and lifted off, moving slowly until they were both clear of the opening, then accelerating up and away from the building.
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Montrose's Toast by Phil Atcliffe. Next one! "I *know* that!" she exclaimed, unable to keep her anger in check any longer. "Don't you think I've been replaying that scene over and over in my head for the past few hours? Not only because of all those questions they asked me back there, forcing me to relive my partner's death until I couldn't talk or even think any more, but also ever since I came home and had to face my life without you! Only to discover that all this time I hardly knew you at all! But that obviously didn't bother you too much, did it?"
"Lois, *you* are the person who knows me best.You even know things about me that I never told anyone else."
"Sure! Like how you spend half of your time wearing tights and a cape to save the world?"
She heard him sigh, a drained sound almost like a groan, but he didn't reply to her question. Not that any answer he could give her would be satisfying, she mused crossly.
"You're trying to deny the truth *now*?" she asked, her voice quivering with pent-up fury when he didn't make any attempt to confirm her accusation. Tricia
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Awww! Surfacing Memories by Kaethel! And here's another favourite: "What? Did you realize I was falling in love with him and decide to get rid of the competition? Oh, I forgot. You're Superman," she continued sarcastically. "You'd never do anything like that. You can't even admit that you're attracted to me. So, of course, you'd never do anything to take away the only man who ever truly loved me," she snorted.
"You know, time was," she continued, "when I would have thought you were too noble to do something like that. But the truth is that you just don't have the guts. Instead, you let Clyde do the dirty work. You just made sure you were conveniently absent. You did the same thing with Lex. Don't get me wrong. I understand why you did it with Lex, but Clark? What did Clark ever do to you - except love me? Damn you!"
He lowered his hand as his own anger rose. He'd seen how she'd spent the night Clark died. He knew what Clark meant to her. How dare she pretend Clark meant more to her than that? How dare she blame this on him?
"Don't be melodramatic," he growled. "I know exactly how little Clark meant to you."
"How dare you," she spat. "Clark meant everything to me."
He snorted. "He meant so much that you were in bed with another man before my body was even cold! You didn't think I knew, did you? Yeah, I was there," he continued in response to the look of shock that appeared on her face. "I came by to make sure you were all right. And I saw you in bed with that man. So don't tell me how much Clark meant to you. How you died when he was killed. How his death is my fault. I know the truth, Lois. I know exactly what Clark meant to you," he hissed.
"What?" he asked, when she didn't respond. She looked confused, shocked even. Didn't she think that Superman could lose his temper, too? He stood there for a moment, trying to read the series of emotions that were flitting across her face.
When she finally did speak again, her voice was no more than a whisper. "Clark," she said, her voice half statement and half disbelieving question. Wendy
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One of my favourites! The Second Stage Of Grief by ML Thompson. Here's the next one. She straightened and stared at Clark again in disbelief and wonderment. In silence, he closed the door and laid the box on the nearest surface, then turned to meet her gaze. He seemed to draw himself up to his full height,then watched her with an odd expression on his face. Proud, resigned...curious.
He seemed to be waiting for her to speak, but she simply couldn't find the words.
He smiled wryly, then in a swift gesture removed his glasses. "Make sense now?" he asked her quietly.
It did. Everything fell into place. Clark was Superman. No, that wasn't quite right, she thought, bewildered. Superman was Clark - yes, that was it. It had to be - after all, Clark had been Clark all his life. It was only in the last year or so that he had also been Superman.
He raised an eyebrow as she continued to say nothing. "Lois, are you okay? Because I mean, if you need to scream at me or hit me or something, I'd like to know because maybe I'd want to fly us somewhere you could do it where we won't be overheard...." Tricia
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Aaaah, an old favourite: Escape From The Prankster, by Wendy Richards. How about this other favourite? He was so careful of her, she thought, feeling that warmth gather, deep within her. So kind. He was ... she felt that broad, slightly goofy smile start to spread across her face again and hurriedly quashed it ... *incredible*. He was ... he was ...
A flicker of confusion pricked at her blissfully meandering thoughts as a sudden, new reality intruded upon them. She frowned.
He ... was ...
Oh ... my ... God ... !
Her eyes snapped wide, frozen in an almost comical expression of shock and dawning horror as she scrambled upwards, kicking out frantically to jerk herself free of the arms holding her, almost dislodging herself over the edge of the bed in her panic to get loose. She felt him slip from where he rested, warm and soothing against her, and, despite the frantic mantra rushing through her mind ...
Nonononononononononononononononnonononononono ... ... oh God, *NO*!!
... she still felt a small, cold sense of loss as he left her.
She heard a soft grunt of surprise and then her scrabbling fingers found the lamp on the cabinet beside her and the room flooded with light.
Lois stared in shock at the man kneeling dazedly beside her, his eyes blinking bemused into the light as he scrubbed a hand through his hair.
The stranger beside her.
Well no, not a stranger. He was all too darned familiar. But he might as well have been. Because he certainly wasn't the man she'd thought he was.
And he wasn't the man she'd made love to.
Lois clutched desperately at the sheet, dragging it around her, clenching it tight against her throat in white-knuckled fists as though it was armor plate that could protect her from the whirlwind of emotions tearing through her.
Panic ... fear ... fury ... pain ... hurt ... rage ...
Rage. Kaethel
- I'm your partner. I'm your friend. - Is that what we are? - Oh, you know what? I don't know what we are. We kiss and then we never talk about it. We nearly die frozen in each other's arms, but we never talk about it, so no, I got no clue what we are.
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LabRat's "Sugar and Spice" is one of my favorite WAFFY stories! The new quote is: Lois realized she'd made a big mistake the minute the bat connected solidly with the broad chest of her partner. The resulting jolt almost snapped her wrists and the answering judder that traveled up the length of the wood and into her arms was so strong it threw her from her feet and wrenched the bat out of suddenly numb and nerveless fingers. She found herself landing on her backside on the carpet an instant later. From which position, she stared up at the man before her in dumbfounded amazement.
"Oh, my, Go -- Cl...ark...?"
Her eyes traveled down across his body and over the bat lying - in two pieces and several splinters of wood - on the carpet. All color drained abruptly from a face suddenly ashen. "Oh, my, God!" She leapt hastily to her feet, her hands flying over his chest and arms as she frantically searched him for bruises or broken bones.
"Lois - "
"Oh, God...Clark..." she continued, dazedly, "I could have - what did I just do? What did I almost do?" Finding no sign of injury on him, she stepped back a pace. She put a shaken hand to her mouth, looking up at him with shock in her eyes. "I could have broken some bones with that bat, your shoulder, damaged your spine...what was I *thinking*? What was I - ?"
"No, you couldn't," Clark pointed out calmly. In the shock of it all - he could see - she still hadn't fully grasped the enormity of what she'd discovered. She was still floundering, trying to pick her way through. Her conscious brain just hadn't caught up with events yet. But it would in a moment or two, he was sure. "Lois, I think you should sit down."
He reached out a hand and eased her back towards the bed. She sank down onto the edge of the mattress absently.
"No." Lois repeated, bewildered. "I couldn't." Then, reiterating the realization as it began - finally - to sink in, "No...I couldn't, could I?" She lifted her eyes to find his face again and this time he saw the shock recede and clarity - real clarity - fill the void it left behind in her expression. She understood. At last, she understood everything.
"Lois - "
"You are...him. You...you're...Superman!"
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Easy!! Are You Lonesome, Tonight...? by LabRat. How about this one? Only then, as she clung to Clark, barely able to grasp the fact that she was still alive, had she started to piece things together.
The grey and black blur had been Clark, rushing across the room to her.
*Clark* had pushed her backwards, had run into the path of the bullet.
*Clark* had been shot...?
But no, that couldn't be. He was unharmed, wasn't he? He was holding her, carrying her out of the room.
She stole a look at his face. It bore a look of grim determination... and resignation. And there was something horribly, wonderfully familiar about that face, suddenly.
Clark had come across the room to her at faster than human speed. At *Super*-human speed.
Clark had been hit with the bullet - he had to, there was no way he could have avoided it. He'd been hit, and he was unharmed.
And his expression... the grim look, the resolute set of his jaw, the concern in his brown eyes as he glanced down at her...
"You're Superman!" she accused.
A brief nod was his only response. Then she noticed that the air was rushing past then very quickly, and also that it was steadily getting darker... then she looked down and realised that they were flying. She gasped, and clutched more tightly at Clark's clothing.
"I won't drop you," he said. Then, grimacing, he added, "The Planet or your apartment?"
"Uhh..." She couldn't think straight for a moment. Then she found her voice again. "The Planet. There's a story to write!" Kaethel
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Ah yes, one of my favorite of Wendy's TOGoM rewrites - Only Superman. "Okay," he said, slowly, glancing at her shyly and then looking away again. "I will. Before I do, I want you to know that I've always wanted to tell you this, but I've been so paranoid about hiding this for so long that it's been hard to even think about letting you in on my secret. So I'm going to tell you for a couple of reasons. One, I love you, and I want you to know about this because it wouldn't be fair for us to get even more involved and not let you know. And two, there's a big problem that this secret has caused for both of us, and if anyone can figure out how to solve this problem, it's you. I've been wracking my brain, and I can't figure out a solution."
He glanced at her to see how she was reacting. She was focused on him, obviously listening to and thinking about every word that he said. "I need you to know that I do trust you, and that's not why I didn't tell you right away. It's just that the timing wasn't right to tell you before."
"And it is now?" she asked, quietly.
"Yes. I've been close to telling you for a long time now. But, like any man, there are things that I'm insecure about, and that's held me back. I'm not happy telling you here in this place," he gestured around the room, "but I'm happy to tell you. Sort of." He grimaced. "Actually, when I think about it, happy's the wrong word. Terrified - that's the word. But I do want you to know," he sighed, "even though you'll probably kill me."
"Clark, I've never seen you so nervous," Lois said as she took his hand. She gently squeezed it. "You've said a lot about your secret. I think you'll feel better when you tell me what it is."
Clark nodded and took a deep breath. "I'm Superman."
"What?"
"Actually, Superman's me. I've always been Clark. I only started being Superman after I moved here to Metropolis. I wanted to help people, but I wanted to have a normal life, and..."
"Hold on just a second, buster! You're him... He's you..."
Clark gazed at her, guiltily. "Uh huh."
"Really?" Lois asked, plaintively.
"Yeah." Clark floated up off the couch to prove it. Kathy
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That's from Irene Dutch's wonderful "Taking Repsonsibility" Lois leaned back on Clark's solid chest, for support. That had been too close. If Clark hadn't gotten them both out of there, they might well have been killed. Good thing he was so strong and fast. Not to mention nimble; she would have expected some stumbling as they retreated that quickly, but the movement had been very smooth. They might have been sliding on rails... or flying.
Lois told herself sternly to stop imagining things. Clark did not fly.
With one last squeeze, Clark let go of her waist, and stepped past her to take a turn watching what little they could see of the action.
He was awfully fast, though. And without his glasses, in her memories, he had kind of looked familiar...
No, she must be crazy. Clark had nothing in common with Superman. Well, except for a fantastic body and unusually good hearing...
She forced herself to breathe slowly as a hundred images and incidents came to mind, all things that hadn't made sense at the time, but which fitted a certain pattern, in retrospect. No, she was cracking up under stress. It had been hard for her to choose between Clark and Superman, but she had done so, and she was happy with her choice. She didn't need wild fantasies about Clark leading some sort of double life... though she knew he was hiding some kind of big secret...
Feeling shaky, she looked up at Clark. He was looking steadily toward the pile of crates between them and Toni. With his glasses halfway down his nose. What sort of person sees better without glasses?
And then everything fell into place, and out of all recognition.
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Aha! That last line gave it to me. Pam Jernigan's terrific I is for Illusions. Okay, try this one: "You aren't married or anything are you? No secret wife in Borneo? No three children hidden away somewhere?"
"No," he laughed. Sometimes she had the most outrageous imagination. "Nothing like that. No, no secret family. I've wanted to tell you for a while, but there were reasons that I didn't feel like I could or should."
"You don't trust me?" her voice caught on the question.
"Lo...is. Think about it. If I didn't trust you, would I be trying to tell you now?"
"I guess not. But that doesn't mean that you didn't trust me earlier. So why didn't you tell me before?"
Clark sighed heavily. Somehow, this conversation had gotten all turned around. He tried desperately to regain control. "Let's talk about *why* I haven't told you after we talk about *what* I haven't told you, okay?"
"All right. So what have you been hiding?"
Dealing with the Nightfall asteroid hadn't been this hard. This conversation was becoming more difficult by the moment. "You know how I sometimes run off with a flimsy excuse?"
"Yes." She still didn't understand what he was getting at. "I've always sort of thought you were avoiding intimacy."
"I know. But it isn't that at all. Think about it, Lois. What always happens right after I run off?"
"No," she whispered. "No, that can't be it." She stared at her best friend.
"What happens, Lois?" he gently prodded. Clark battled the urge to take her hands as she pondered his question. He wanted to touch her, but he wasn't at all certain that he had the right any longer. Minutes felt like hours as he watched her work out the puzzle. Finally, comprehension dawned in her expression.
"Superman shows up somewhere." Wendy
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Aha! I know that one. "A Triangle Built for Two" by Ann McBride. Here's the new cluechie: Clark slowly dragged himself up on one elbow, wincing the whole time. "Tha... over there... Krypt...ite," he mumbled.
Jimmy swung around, then saw for the first time a green glow coming from the corner. So that was Kryptonite! He'd heard of it, of course, but never actually seen it before. He wondered briefly what a tiny group of neo-Nazis were doing with Kryptonite, but then told himself that it was clearly insurance against Superman turning up to help his friend. The real question was, he told himself, how they'd got hold of it in the first place.
But that wasn't the important issue right now. *That* was getting Clark out of here in one piece. And that wasn't going to be easy, but they would manage it. There was no way that Jimmy would leave Clark here - he didn't even want to take the risk of leaving the house and calling the police from his cellphone. If those crazies upstairs knew that their hideout had been discovered, they would more than likely kill Clark before he could be rescued.
The Kryptonite was clearly causing Clark some pain, so Jimmy needed to find a way of dealing with it. If only...
Wait a minute!
Kryptonite was hurting *Clark*?
Then... that meant...
Jimmy turned back to study his friend and former colleague, who had collapsed back on the ground. Bending, he carefully removed Clark's shattered glasses, and studied his friend's face.
CK was Superman. Hey, no one said we were limited to Lois's revelations. <g> Jill
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Oooo, one of my favorites. Ambition by Tank and Wendy. {So good...} Next up It was an old photo of the young Superman, a boyish twenty-something figure. He guessed it must have been taken at least twenty-five years ago, but it was still a more popular image with kids than the somewhat avuncular Superman of the present. Come to think of it, Superman looked to be about the same age as his own parents, he thought, remembering the handful of newspaper photos and TV interviews he'd seen recently. A hale and amazingly strong figure, but undoubtedly middle-aged. *Why does that poster seem so familiar?* he wondered. It had been a dozen years or more since he'd had the same one, and while he certainly had no trouble recognizing Superman, that didn't explain the feeling of everyday familiarity he got from looking at it. It was as if he were looking at a picture of ####, or $$$$ and @@@@, or his roommate, or... ****, who at that opportune moment appeared in the doorway, smiling and bidding them a cheerful good morning. With a Herculean effort, ```` kept his jaw from dropping and his eyes from popping and returned her greeting in something resembling his normal voice. She couldn't see the poster, since it was on the same wall as the door, and ```` remembered that she hadn't been in ####'s room at all yet. He wondered if she would've stayed where she was, looking as she did, if she had known. She'd just come from the shower and was enveloped in a red terry robe. Her wet hair was combed severely back in unconscious mimicry of the figure on the poster, not a yard from where she stood. Thad's normally ordered thoughts were an unaccustomed jumble. *What the...?* *How on...?* *Who...?* #### shared none of his confusion. "*You* look just like Superman," he informed **** in a matter-of-fact voice. She giggled nervously. Giggling was uncharacteristic of her; when she was amused she either chuckled or laughed heartily. Then she crossed her arms across her chest, unwittingly enhancing the likeness, and said, "I dunno, ####, our hair and eyes are about the same color, but the world is full of people with dark hair and eyes." #### accepted her explanation, being young enough still to be distracted by the fact that she was a woman in a bathrobe rather than a man in tights and too young to realize the implications of the resemblance. ````, however, saw ****'s explanation was. Same hair and eye color, indeed! There was that, plus the same broad- shouldered, athletic frame, the same large hands, the same posture and mannerisms, and most of all the same facial features. Her nose was a little narrower, and there were other small differences, but overall her features and Superman's had the same unusual combination of smoothness and strength. He had never seen two people resemble each other so much unless they were closely related, siblings or parent and child, and not often then. He certainly didn't look that much like either of his parents. But that would mean...that would make her...how could that *be*?
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Okay, I got it!!! Aliens and Strangers by Susan Stone brb... She reached out to hold his hand. "Clark, that wasn't your fault! It about killed me to see you... " Her voice broke, sending another stab of guilt into Clark's soul. "But you couldn't help it!"
"That's not exactly what I meant." Clark took a deep breath; here went nothing. "Clark Kent was shot and killed -- lost all his friends, his job, his life... " A shiver went through him, remembering the desolation he'd faced -- and that he now faced again. "But I wasn't."
She glared at him in angry bafflement. "What, you're not Clark? You're not making any sense here! Did Professor Hamilton scramble your brains or something?"
"I am Clark, I have been for all my life, almost thirty years. But Clark isn't all that I am. I'm also Superman." Saying that had been surprisingly easy, at least compared to the next sentence. "I was never really dead." Jose
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The Transfer Part 2 by Pam Jernigan. Next one! "I didn't dism - Hang on a minute! How do you know what I told Superman?"
And suddenly, the animation was back. The bleakness in her eyes had vanished, to be replaced by a look of challenge.
"Lois, you do know me very well. But there is one thing about me that you don't know. That you probably don't suspect." It was a split-second decision and he knew it, but keeping his secret from her seemed superfluous now. He trusted her with the information, so that wasn't even an issue. As for her feelings towards his alter-ego, it had become clear to him tonight that Lois would never be his anyway, so it really didn't matter that she professed love for Superman.
And anyway, anything which took that dead look from her eyes, anything which distracted her from her defeated attitude of a few moments ago, was worth it.
He took a deep breath. "I know what you told Superman today because I was there."
"You were there? I didn't see you th... Oh..." She stared at him for a moment, and he resisted the immediate urge to squirm under her scrutiny. When understanding finally dawned on her, he tensed. "Oh," she said again, in a much smaller voice this time. "You're... you were *there*. I... see. Clark, can I sit?"
He nodded mutely. Tricia
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Yes, that's "Captive Audience" by Wendy Richards and Kaethal.
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Gently, so gently that she scarcely felt her feet touching the ground, he let her slip to the sidewalk. Then he smiled slowly, as he tucked a strand of her damp hair behind her ear.
"Thanks for the ride," she said casually, hoping he could not hear her thudding heart.
"It was my pleasure, Ms. Lane."
"I'll see you around," she said lightly as she put her foot on the bottom step of her apartment building.
He stood watching her until she'd reached the top of the stairs, and waited until she'd opened the door to her building. Then he replied, very softly, so that later she wondered if she had imagined it.
"You bet your sweet chumpy, Lois."
And he took off.
She watched him become a tiny speck in the sky, muttering to herself, 'Okay, Superman is not Clark Kent. Clark Kent is not Superman. They are not the same people - person. They are two different people. They are not at all alike. No resemblance whatsoever. Clark is shorter and less muscled. Although he's very, very nice, she added loyally. Plus he has better hair - it's longer and thicker. Clark has great hair. Clark's voice is different. Besides, Superman doesn't have to eat, and Clark eats like a horse! Nope: no way they could be the same person. They are two separate people. They just chat a lot. Yes, that's it, that explains it all.
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Could you give us a clue? Please? Jose
"Practice up your shielding spells...and remember to duck if you see green light coming your way." Harry Potter to Wizengamot in OotP trial A Bad Week in the Wizengamot
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I've been away from these boards for the past few days, but I know this one! It's Carol Malo's fantastic Yesterday, Upon the Stair. His question, instead of making her curious, suddenly struck a nerve. She pulled back from him, a little ashamed of herself. "You know, I didn't even know that you could dance. I never bothered to ask," she admitted sadly, her eyes downcast. There had been so many times in the last year and a half that she had just dismissed him as a country hack from Nowheresville. She had never taken the opportunity to learn more about him. She was sorry for that, but before she could tell him, he was already reaching for her again.
His eyes twinkled as he tucked his finger under her chin and tilted her face up to his. "Well, Lois, to tell you the truth, this isn't dancing."
"It's not?" There was laughter in her voice, along with a little disbelief. What in the world had he meant by that statement?
"No," he emphasized, still smiling. "*This* is."
And then she was floating--not just metaphorically this time, as she had when he'd kissed her, but quite literally! Both of her bare feet were a good six inches off the floor, and she wiggled them experimentally, her confused mind wondering for a split second just how he had managed to pull off a trick like this.
She looked down at her feet, then back at him in complete amazement. "Clark!" This was no trick at all! They were really floating in mid air, right in the middle of her living room! Her jaw dropped as everything fell into place, and although she tried, her thoughts were not turning into coherent sentences. "We're...we're...and you're...you're..."
"Yeah," he answered, somewhat sheepishly, and he looked like he was bracing himself for something. "I am." Kathy
"Our thoughts form the universe. They always matter." - Babylon 5
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