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I went to Smallville, Kansas, because it was the most
insignificant place I'd ever been. I went there because the one
time I'd been there before, I'd been sure I'd found the exact
spot people were talking about when they referred to "the last
place on earth."

It certainly was the last place on earth anyone would ever
expect to find Lois Lane.

It's not easy being dead.

We tumbled onto the sofa together. Probably a good thing as I
wasn't sure my legs would've held out much longer. Our tongues danced together as we teased each other with our touches. Her fingers played up my back, her touch light and delicate, yet each
point of contact joined together to create a fiery trail. I was no stranger to kissing girls, but somehow with her . . . it was different. Breaking our kiss for a moment, I pulled back to look at her. Soft hair tumbled around her face in disarray, and her sharp brown eyes flashed up at me.

As we enter the elevator Clark's fingers brush the small of my
back. I can't decide what irritates me more - the fact that he's
touching me, or that usually I like it when he's unconsciously
possessive like this.

Make no mistake about it - Clark Kent is persona non grata to me
at this moment.

Wedged between the door and seat of my jeep, I cock one eye open
to stare at my partner again, trying to figure out his secret.
His *biggest* secret. He thinks I'm asleep, but in reality, I
can't shut my mind off long enough to snooze. I watch him stare
out the front window at the darkened office building across the
street, glasses perched precariously on the tip of his nose. I
figure it's because he's farsighted, but it's just one of the
strange things that are just ... Clark.

"The Nightfall Asteroid is on a direct course for Earth.
This piece of space rock is seventeen miles across,
traveling at close to thirty thousand miles per hour. If
nothing stops it, it will hit the Earth in a little more
than four days." Professor Daitch, Chief Scientist at the
EPRAD command and control center based in Metropolis,
paused at the end of his announcement and added, almost
under his breath, "The sky, literally, is falling."

"What kind of damage could this asteroid do?" The inquiry
came from Phil Morrison of the Star.

Daitch took a deep breath. "It could knock the Earth off
its axis, even throw us out of our current solar orbit.
It's far larger than the meteor that caused the extinction
of the dinosaurs. The crater alone will throw enough dust
into the air to start a new ice age."

Professor Daitch stepped back from the microphone and the
general who had introduced him took his place. Lois Lane,
like the other reporters at the press conference, had been
momentarily stunned by the announcement. It was hard to
absorb the meaning of the astronomer's words -- that the
entire world could die in four days. The whole concept was
unreal to her. Science had never been her strongest
subject and the idea that a piece of rock traveling from
the depths of space could cause the end of civilization, as
she had always known it, was almost unbelievable.

Frank Madison, from LNN, appeared to recover first. "Is
the government doing anything about it? What's being done
to protect the Earth from this thing?"

"Of course, the government isn't standing idly by," General
Zeitlin replied, sounding slightly outraged at the mere
idea. "There is no need for panic. We are confident we
can handle this challenge with existing resources. We have
several delivery systems, notably the Asgard booster, which
we are in the process of re-programming. At the same time,
we're currently attaching nuclear payloads, which, if we
can deliver them, will eradicate this threat from our
skies."

The press conference concluded a few moments later. Lois
charged out ahead of the other reporters and headed
straight for the phones, snatching up the receiver of the
nearest from under the reaching hand of Linda Watkins. The
reporter from the Register gave her a dirty look, which
Lois ignored. The biggest story of the century was
breaking, and it might be the last one she would ever
write. She was darned well going to be the one to write it
-- first.

**********

"Clark, come and see this!"

Clark Kent, the Acting Editor of the Smallville Press,
turned at the shout from Jennifer Douglas, one of the
little paper's two full-time reporters. The small
television was on in the main newsroom -- a cramped space
about fifteen by fifteen, crowded with several desks, a
copy machine, the coffeepot and various paraphernalia
associated with the publication of the little weekly
newspaper.