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Did anybody else read this story? I thought it was a pretty cute story. I loved how both Lois and Clark were immediately attracted to each other. I also liked the way Lois found out about Clark's powers almost immediately after meeting him. All in all, this was a nice reinvention of how Lois and Clark met.
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I had read it. Just have not gotten around to commenting. It was a cute story with some very nice and amusing parts. He glanced at this gorgeous, bewitching woman, only feet away from him, who seemed so fascinated by the interior of the elevator and utterly uninterested in him. No, he wasn't in love. There was a perfectly logical explanation why he was still fighting off the urge to soar into the air. Or sweep her into his arms. Or soar into the air with her enveloped in his arms. That would be good too.
But not in love. And this feeling that he'd finally found what he'd been searching for his whole life? That these few minutes would decide whether he'd never be lonely again, or he'd be more alone than he ever had? That wasn't love. It was...it was...relief that he'd survived the vulture salespeople of Metropolis? Okay, that was a pathetic excuse, but it was the only excuse he could come up with because he was *not* in love. He wasn't! He couldn't...possibly...be...
His overworked defiant voice wavered as he turned to catch just one last look at her, and his eyes met hers. She seemed so stubborn, so independent. So unneeding of anyone, least of all him. It didn't matter. No amount of stubbornness could hide the warmth and passion he was sure he saw behind it all. He loved her. Later he might laugh at this fairy-tale idea or be terrified for his sanity. Right now, there was no doubt in the world. He'd fallen in love at first sight with a stranger in an elevator. Quite normal for Clark and Lois. He falls head over heels and she barely acknowledges his presence. "That's not a fortune!"
Lois's eyes sparkled as she went into a parody of the infamous Mad Dog Lane mode. Lois would have been appalled if she had realized her eyes were showing anything at all, let alone sparkles, but at the moment, she was having too much fun to care. It turned out that her mysterious stranger, though maybe a little odd, was certainly not a serial killer. Or if he was, at least he was a charming and thoughtful one on his off time. Anyway, once he'd- they'd- relaxed enough to share the Chinese food that had almost made her miss the elevator in the first place, she'd discovered there wasn't anyone else she'd rather have been stuck in an elevator with. For some reason completely beyond her, she actually *liked* debating the authenticity of fortune cookies.
"Oh, it is so a fortune," she said stubbornly. "'Your life will be taking an interesting turn.' It comes from a cookie. It tells the future. That is a fortune." With each of her closing arguments, she rhythmically snapped the offending slip of paper to punctuate the phrases.
Clark slowly shook his head, partly in disagreement, but mostly in amazement at this complex, wonderful woman. After those first awkward few minutes, he'd discovered he was more than justified in falling in love with her. Oh, it was still a crazy fairy tale notion, but now, at least, he wouldn't have to tell his parents he was in love with someone who hadn't spoken ten words to him.
The passion he'd sensed in her wasn't imaginary. Each word she'd said, every gesture she made was done with all she had. OK, she has acknowledged his presence... He was still trying desperately, and failing miserably, to break the intimate mood. She met his gaze for the thousandth time that evening, the face only inches from hers, and her careful denial of true love fizzled. Oh god, she thought, feeling a sharp stab of panic, he's going to kiss me. The panic sharpened as she realized that's exactly what she wanted him to do. Would it be such a bad thing to let herself go, to let him hold her and feel his lips against hers? Would that be so wrong?
And now she was entirely sure it couldn't be, as her face was already cradled tenderly in his hands and his lips were-
-smashed unceremoniously into the cheap carpeted walls as a deafening clap of gunshot tore through the air and a bullet burst up through the floor. Well, she'd wanted someone to kill the mood, hadn't she?
"Uh," she stuttered, trying to recover at least some composure after the startling change in atmosphere, "you're squishing me."
The pressure enveloping her lessened instantly. Her protector's voice came from behind her sounding half-frantic. "Oh, I'm so sorry. Are you all right?"
Lois giggled, finally recognizing the absurdity of the situation. She'd only wanted to buy a gift for her little sister. Instead, after spending hours having an amazing conversation with a man who'd tried to kiss her, she'd found herself wrapped entirely in that man's protection as he dodged the bullets whizzing around him. And *he* was the one apologizing? Yup, just another day in the life of Lois Lane. "I'm just fine," she said, surprised to find herself laughing good-naturedly. "But just what makes you thing that *you've* got the right to protect *me*?"
"Well, I'm, uh, bigger than you, and -- and there's really no sense in putting both of us in danger." I guess we could consider THIS an interesting turn to his life... "So," he said, sounding for all the world like someone still having a leisurely conversation over Chinese take out. Just a Kansas farm boy, huh? "Are you shot at often?"
Lois smiled, unable to resist her chance to tease him again. "And just what makes you so sure they're not shooting at you?" He wasn't so easily thrown off balance this time. "Oh, darn. I forgot. I never should have robbed that bank. Those Smallville cops will track to the ends of the earth. No, really, the mall's closed, so it's gotta be me or you, and I seriously doubt it's me. Why *are* they shooting at you?"
"I'm a reporter," Lois stated matter-of-factly.
There was a beat of silence from his end of the conversation, broken only by the sound of yet another gunshot ripping through the air. "Uh huh," he finally said. He paused for another beat and then asked brightly, "So, have you seen any good movies lately?"
Lois responded by probably confusing the poor man half to death with a laugh and gentle elbow in the ribs. "Shh!"
"Why shh?" came the whisper in her ear.
"Because--" she whispered, doing her best to be insistent while her grin stretched from ear to ear, entirely with her permission. Since when did she have *fun* being shot at? -- "if our shooters can somehow hear anything at all over that racket, we want them to think that they've got us, mission accomplished, and go home."
"Oh, but you forget," he said, managing to sound sly in a low whisper. "Those aren't just the run-of-the-mill shooters out there. That's the Smallville police force, not to fooled by such amateurish tactics as-"
Lois cut him off with another good-natured elbow and a "Shh!" "Yes ma'am," he whispered and obediently fell into silence. Yep, very interesting turn. I actually just loved this part. He didn't have to for long. With his silence came one last, lonely gunshot, a few muffled shouts, and then nothing. Lois waited a good thirty seconds, and then turned to face her unlikely hero. His arms were still wrapped protectively around her. She could get used to that, she reflected. She tilted her face to smile up at him, and was greeted by an adoring grin. Oh, she could definitely get used to this.
"Well, sir," she teased, playfully resting her hands on his shoulders, "you've just survived your first attack by the bad guys. Welcome to Metropolis. Now--"
Later on, Clark realized there were probably other ways to handle what was to happen next. What exactly those ways were, he wasn't sure, but there had to be something, anything, less obvious and, well, less idiotic, that he could have done. At the time, he was only conscious of a pang of horror as he realized the floor was literally falling out from beneath him and the desperate thought that he'd finally found the woman of his dreams and he would *not* lose her now. From there, his subconscious took over and he suddenly found himself soaring into the air with her held tightly in his arms.
The woman of his dreams didn't seem to realize exactly how romantic the situation was.
Lois gasped as the elevator she'd been in a half a second before was demolished at the ground dozens upon dozens of feet below, followed by what she recognized as the remnants of a bomb. Of course. they could just cut the elevator's supports like normal villains, could they? Oh, no. They had to show off and use a bomb. What else?
Her shocked gaze lingered on the scattered wreckage and then shifted back to the dozens and dozens of feet of empty space. Very empty space. In fact, there was nothing at all between her and the ground. Absolutely nothing to stop her from plummeting to that ground. Nothing but...
Lois suppressed a panicked shriek and instead snapped her head upwards to sputter, "You...how...you put me down!"
He had the nerve to give her an irritating, smug grin. "Sorry. Can't do that." How dare he! When they were...when she was...
"Oh, yes you can!" she screeched, not caring in the least bit how panicky she sounded. She had a right to be panicky. "You got us up here; you can get us down. So put me down!"
He only smiled cheerfully and announced. "Sorry. Can't. I'd be happy to, but," Lois stifled a gasp as she felt one of his hands leave her to motion to the empty space beneath him, "it'd be a long way down. Wait a second and--"
"No, I will not wait!" she snapped, whatever cool she had left going out the window. "I don't care who or what kind of thing you are. You get me down now!"
Lois wanted desperately to steal back the words the second she'd said them. She'd always known exactly what to say to more than get her point across, and she'd certainly done it now. She wanted to frantically assure that he was not a "what" or a "thing". Unique, intriguing, amazing, wonderful, yes, but never, *never* a thing. The stiffening of his once-playful hold told her it was too late, and the damage was done.
Lois looked into his face in time to watch it crumble. His expression froze into a pale blankness, only his eyes betraying how badly she'd just hurt him. Then his eyes, too, iced over, hiding every trace of emotion and of the joyful man she'd known.
"I'm sorry," he said, his voice cracking a bit and then falling into awful, stiff formality. "I'll have you down as soon as possible."
Lois watched numbly as they both glided down to the elevator door she'd walked through hours before. He effortlessly pried it open with one hand, set her on the solid ground of the dark, deserted food court, and then disappeared to the wreckage at the bottom of the shaft. She barely had enough time to wonder what he was doing before he reappeared, silently holding out her tattered purse. You know with some of the stupid things that both of them have done and said, it is a miracle they ever got together. Hovering just above the building, Clark Kent couldn't block out the sound of her sobs, and his heart broke with every one of them. Fighting off every instinct in him, which told him to go to her, *now*, and never leave her again, he shot aimlessly off into the night sky to leave her behind forever. . . He should leave Metropolis. His dramatic promise to leave her behind forever had only lasted the five minutes it took to realize he'd left her in an abandoned building with people who wanted her dead. Then he'd gone hurtling back to find the thugs making their escape and gloating over how well they'd done their job. Apparently, the job had been to scare the nosy reporter as much as possible before killing her, and they figured leaving her stranded for hours before shooting her and ultimately sending her crashing to a violent death had been a brilliant touch.
He had never in life wanted to hurt someone more than he had at that moment. He hadn't. He hadn't even tried to stop them from leaving, since he wanted them away from her as quickly as possible.
He had no doubt that she was more than capable of taking care of herself once they realized they'd failed, but he still couldn't leave Metropolis.
He tried to tell himself that it was only because he wanted to be there for her when they came after her again, but the truth was that was only half of it. Leaving would involve giving up any chance of seeing her again, and he couldn't do that.
But he should leave. Whisking someone into the air was never a good idea. He'd known that someone was a reporter, one who'd apparently risk anything for a story, if the bullet holes in his clothing were any indication. He'd whisked her into the air anyway, and that had been a worse idea. Oh yeah, Clark can never stick to his guns. That's how they got together. "Son, if you want this job, you've gotta come to the interview too."
The gruff voice jolted him rudely out of his thoughts. Clark struggled to get her out of his head for just a minute and focus on the reason he'd come to Metropolis in the first place, his interview with the Daily Planet's editor-in-chief, Perry White. If he didn't pull himself together, the decision of whether to remain in Metropolis would be made for him. If nothing else, he had to pay the rent.
As the man regarded Clark intently, his look of irritation gave way to one of amusement. "You didn't hear a thing I just said, did you?" Clark groaned inwardly and forced himself to smile apologetically.
"No, I'm sorry, sir."
Mr. White afforded him a sympathetic smile and began again. "Now, son, I'm sure these are fascinating stories, but this is-"
"All right, Chief, I fixed the horn on your golf car!"
"Not now, Jimmy," Mr. White didn't bother to raise his voice at the young man throwing himself through the door. The tone of his growl said plenty.
Jimmy didn't get the message. "The tone's still off."
The editor's growl escalated to a roar as he shouted, "Jimmy, not now!" The scared-looking kid got it that time and hastily retreated through the open door.
Clark wished he could follow his example. He'd heard enough of what Mr. White had said to know what was coming next.
The man focused his attention back on Clark and shook his head. "The boy never learned to knock. Now where was I? Oh, yeah. Kent, you've gotta understand, this is the-"
"Chief!"
Clark leaped to his feet at the sound of the word. He would know that voice anywhere. That was her voice. Her voice! That did it. She really was driving him crazy.
He found himself hopelessly frozen in place as the owner of the voice burst through the door and proved she was no dream. "I know there's a story here, and we should have...this...guy..." She trailed off as her flashing eyes widened into shock, and her expression began to mirror Clark's.
What explosion would have come from the editor was diffused by the sight of his unshakable star reporter standing motionless in the doorway. "Uh, Lois, honey," he began tentatively, "I'm really in the middle of this here."
If Lois heard a word of it, she gave no indication. Her eyes never left Clark's.
Thoroughly baffled, Perry tried a different tactic. "Uh, Lois Lane," he said, feeling an introduction was somehow redundant at this point, "Clark Kent."
That, at least, she heard. The word "Clark" formed in a whisper on her lips, and then she went right back to gazing.
Oh, well, this was getting ridiculous. He looked between Lois and the young man who appeared to have forgotten the world existed at all outside of Lois and tried his final course of action. "Lois," he sighed, doing his best to sound exasperated, "can I help you with something, or are you just going to stand there and decorate my office?"
Lois's focus snapped abruptly back to Perry. "Yes, Perry. Yes, you can help. Can I borrow him for a second?" OK, maybe longer than a second... "Lois Lane," he'd say, and now he knew her name. Her name was Lois! "I have fallen in love with you. I know it's crazy, and I keep trying to tell myself that, but nothing ever changes. I'm still in love with you and terrified at the thought of losing you. Please don't be afraid of me. I'll explain whatever I can. Just don't be afraid of me."
And then, ideally, she'd declare her undying love in return. Or something like that. Well, he hadn't worked out exactly what it was he was hoping she'd do, and now it didn't matter. He discovered that any chance at all of forming coherent phrases had left him, leaving him with only a delirious grin. She was here; she was smiling; he knew her name; he had not lost her!
And even if he'd had the presence of mind to make his grand speech, Lois began speaking soon enough to beat him to it.
"Clark," she began, smiling almost shyly at the name before starting again. "Clark, I never meant to hurt you. I need you to believe that. But I felt something for you I didn't understand and didn't have any control over, and that scared me. I'm not very good at being scared. I wasn't ready to be swept off my feet, and believe me, mister, you were doing a pretty good job of it. So really being swept into the air and dangling there was a bit more than I was ready to deal with."
She smiled again, and Clark tried desperately to kill the hope brought on by that smile. He didn't really know where she was going with this, and he didn't know how he'd survive thinking his world was finally in one piece, only to have it shatter again.
"I have no idea how you did whatever it was you did," she went on, "and we're going to have a long talk about that sometime soon."
We. She said "we". That had to be a good sign, didn't it?
"But what matters more to me than anything right now is that you understand I didn't mean to hurt you. I couldn't. And I'm not going to tell you I'm in love with you, because I just met you, and that kind of thing only happens in sappy love stories, right?"
Without waiting for his opinion on that, she pressed on.
"But I do know that if you walked out of my life right now, because I was too afraid to let you stay, I don't think I'd ever forgive myself."
"And I can't promise that I'm not going to panic sometimes and try to push you away again, but Clark, I want to try. So I guess the point is," she took a deep breath and looked intently into his eyes, "do you?"
She was asking him if he wanted to try? He had to be dreaming. Did he want to try?
"Yes!" he said, surprising even himself at the intensity of his response. "Yes, of course I want to try! I-" He stopped himself at the last second from saying, "I love you," and finished more softly with, "I don't want to lose you."
Lois's cautious smile widened into a broad grin. "Okay. Well, then, I'd say we pick up where we left off."
Clark eyed her warily. He could think of several places they'd left off, not all of them particularly pleasant. "And that would be...?" he asked carefully.
If the mischievous glint in her eye didn't tell him exactly where she intended to pick up, her comment and the actions that followed left no doubt. "Clark," she teased, wrapping her arms around his neck as she raised her face very pleasantly close to his, "I thought you had a better memory than that." The problem is that he has TOO good of a memory and he certainly did not want to grab her and fly off now did he?? "Twenty bucks says she's in there, ah, welcoming the new employee." "Dylan, this is *Lois* we're talking about. You know, Lois. As in everyone, especially rookies, are possible sources for her next brilliant story. Period."
"Don't care. I saw that look."
"So did I. And it said, 'Ha! Now I've-'"
Jimmy broke off in mid-sentence as the elevator announced the arrival of the topics of conversation. He turned to see the two standing side-by-side, looking decidedly pleased with themselves, wearing wide grins and...lipstick?
No way. He rubbed at his eyes in hopes that his obviously faulty vision would fix itself. Miraculously, it did. Sort of.
When he ventured to look up again, Lois was marching purposefully off towards Perry's office and the guy, entirely lipstick-free, looked pretty thrilled to be following.
And he was sure his hearing couldn't have been playing tricks as he heard her announce, "Chief, you just can't brush this guy Kent off!" "Well," a voice said over his shoulder, "I'd say you owe me twenty bucks."
Had it been anyone else, he would have paid up on the spot. Anyone else and, after one look at the way she looked at that guy, he would have had to agree that of course she was in love with him. But Lois? Lois Lane? Nice finalé. And of course they lived happily ever after with a few hiccups along the way... Mike
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I will probably read it today. Just got back from a long happy weekend ...love summer!
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A writer's job is to think of new plots and create characters who stay with you long after the final page has been read. If that mission is accomplished than we have done what we set out to do, which is to entertain and hopefully educate.
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Finally catching up with my reading now that I have a cord to charge my Nook.
This was cute. The gun play and the bomb in the elevator were totally not expected and definitely a fun twist. They made for a totally unexpected reveal. I don't really see what choice Clark had *other* than fly off with Lois into the skies above Metropolis and save her life. I'm actually surprised he was able to set her down INSIDE the mall or that there was a mall left to set her inside. I guess it was a much smaller bomb than I was expecting and a much larger mall. I've never heard of 7-8 story mall, department store perhaps there are one or two, but mall? So sad that Clark has to visit a mall on his first day to Metropolis; of all the places to visit upon arriving in the great city... A mall wouldn't have been on my list. We never learned what Lois wanted to buy (or ended up buying) for her sister.
Mike did a great job of quoting almost the entire story in his post, which reminded me of the funny conversation they had while the crazy villains thought that killing Lois instead of just scaring her was the way to go.... er... sorry, the Smallville police force, that was.
Clark falling in love at first sight with a stranger in the elevator. Oh, the sadness. I kept expecting them to part and Clark to be broken hearted forever. Thankfully, that didn't happen.
Fun story. And it complimented the long story for June as well. (More on this over on the other thread).
VirginiaR. "On the long road, take small steps." -- Jor-el, "The Foundling" --- "clearly there is a lack of understanding between those two... he speaks Lunkheadanian and she Stubbornanian" -- chelo.
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Mike did a great job of quoting almost the entire story in his post, which reminded me of the funny conversation they had while the crazy villains thought that killing Lois instead of just scaring her was the way to go.... er... sorry, the Smallville police force, that was. Sorry . (J/K) I just don't have Michael's skill (or patience for that matter) for dissecting specific lines out of blocks of paragraphs in a way that it makes any sense. That and I had my wife calling for me to come to bed because it was late. I hope to improve as time marches on . I also really liked the Smallville Police references I suspect he did it to take a bit of tension out of the situation not knowing that Lois was probably accustomed to attempts on her life... Mike
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The bad guys were basically a plot device to get L&C stuck in the elevator - in that respect the author did a good job of using them and getting them out of the way. Regarding a mall with eight stories - come on, this is Metropolis! *Of course* they'd have malls with eight stories there! Geez, do I have to remind you of everything?
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