“Lois, there is something I’ve been meaning to ask you,” Max said softly, sounding a bit nervous. “We’ve been together a long while now, and even though I’d never want to push you into anything…”
:shocK:
He stopped and turned to her, fishing something out of his pocket.
He does realize that Lois is bound to jump into the ocean upon getting proposed to, right?
Suddenly, three thugs jumped out from behind some boxes, each wielding a knife, startling them
A romantic proposal after all! Lois will be so happy!
“Max!” Lois cried, instinctively drawing herself closer to him for protection.
No, Lois. You push your beau towards the goons. Either he’s Clark, and thus invulnerable, or he is a fraud and thus to be stabbed.
“The girl… she’s coming with us,” said one of the thugs in a heavy French accent. “Elle en a trop vu.”
:shocK: They want company!
Also…
At least Clark was nearby, though. He didn’t have a plan yet, but one way or another, he was going to get his Lois back.
Maybe if he got her kidnapped by the goons…?
/whistles casually...
Deter held Lois close to him, backing up slowly as the thugs closed in on them.
Why? Is he still trying to make brownie points for when he gets her back?
“Si tu bouges—“ said the thug, and then he made a slicing motion across her throat.
“You will be cooking Foie gras for us”?
She nodded fearfully, getting the gist of what he said, if not understanding the words.
Poor Lois, so afraid of becoming a kitchen wench and what they will do when they find out she can’t cook without a microwave. And microwave dinners.
She couldn’t see if Max had made it out of the water or not.
Maybe he gets pulled into some ship’s screw?
Lois tried not to panic, but she had the strangest feeling that she had been in situations like this before. Why she sensed that, she had no idea, but she thought she must be crazy to think getting kidnapped was in any way a normal occurrence.
So, will she rate them C-? After al, this is a rather rustic approach compared to her usual fare.
suddenly wondering if she believed in ghosts.
“Lois Lane,” said the guy in a heavy French accent. “C’est toi. Qu’est-ce que tu fiches ici?”
Oh boy…
Lois thought ‘décidera’ sounded like the verb for decide, and she wondered if that meant whoever Mr. Hernot was, they would wait for him to decide her fate.
So, the thugs are smart enough to recognize Lois Lane but not smart enough to realize that she is a Superman magnet and that it’s best to either immediate dispose of the body or else run for the hills, but leave her behind?
The longer she looked, the more certain she grew that there was something important that she should know about him, something that would reassure her.
He loves her? He likes pizza as much as she does? He doesn’t steal her chocolates? Oh. Right. He’s Batman!
Clark reached into the water and grabbed a hand, as a man desperately flailed for safety. As Clark pulled him out, he realized that he had just rescued Dr. Deter.
And back he goes.
CLARK: What? Small fish. Goes back into sea.
And while he wasn’t his favorite person, it only sent Clark into a panic about how this had happened to Deter
Oh. Right.
and whether something worse could have happened to Lois.
He’s got to *ask*? Either Lois slapped him and pushed him into the sea or she got kidnapped.
Deter shook his head. “No, I’ll be fine… I wasn’t in there long. I just—“ he continued breathing heavily. “I’m not a very good swimmer.”
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He looked at Deter, and seeing his expression, Clark knew instantly what Deter had done. Or tried to do. “Is this---were you proposing?” Clark sputtered.
Deter had the grace to look ashamed. “I—I thought—“
Clark stood up, anger boiling inside him. “You didn’t think!”
He thought with his smaller self? Also, does Deter think the diamond will look good when wedged into his third molar?
Without caring about the consequences, he took the small velvet box and crushed it in his palm. As Clark let the velvety dust scatter out of his hand, he relished the dumbfounded look that appeared on Deter’s face at such a feat.
Oh boy. Now what have you done?
CLARK: What? I can just Nor him.
Clark spun into the suit, and shot up into the sky, not even staying long enough to see Deter’s astounded reaction. Clark knew he was acting recklessly, revealing his identity to Deter like that, but he was so frustrated and so angry at how Deter had manipulated Lois. The man deserved a shock…
LOIS:
Clark scanned the building. Despite the array of lead pipes and lead bars, he easily spotted her through the mortared walls. He also saw a handful of men nearby, most likely the thugs that had captured her. Clark almost smiled, knowing that at least the rescue would be fairly easy. He swept in quickly, rounding up the three men.
See? Not very smart thugs after all.
He approached her slowly, not wanting to scare her. “Care for a rescue, Miss Lane?” he asked flippantly, hiding the depths of his true emotions.
LOIS: Finally. Been about time. You made a stop for some escargot?
“Superman,” was all she said, her brow knotted together
It still lacks the fangirl reverie, but it’s a start.
It was like she was trying to solve a puzzle, and Clark longed to help her put the pieces together.
Well, Deter tried to put the pieces together but Lois said no
“Lois, we do know each other. Very well, in fact,” he answered huskily.
“Oh? So you’ve rescued me before?” she asked, intrigued.
Also, will she think she has had intimate relations with Superman while engaged to Clark?
“Yes. Many times, actually.”
“Am I so careless?” Her question sounded self-incriminating.
She knew Deter’s proposal had felt out of place, and yet, in Superman’s arms, she somehow felt like she belonged.
Oh boy.
CLARK: Oh no…Not *again*!
“I just wonder, with this connection between us, whatever it is—what if I remembered everything if you kissed me. Silly right?”
Yeah. That’s not how Kryptonians work.
SUPERMAN:
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I only gave her a quick kiss when I got her back from Luthor. I certainly never…
ER: But he could kiss Deter!
“Well, princess? Did it work?” he teased.
LOIS: Daddy?
She stepped closer to him, just as it started to rain. “Take me home, Superman.”
So…about part #4…?
Michael
You'll have to read the next part to find out how I handle him. But there are an awful lot of you who want Deter dead already... 