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Still, he deemed the meal a success, in that it had been cooked to perfection, and hadn't been too exotic for Lois' more pedestrian tastes.

I really enjoyed the scene between Lois and Clark - completely agree with you about the trust aspect of their early relationship. Some of the best moments of season one definitely came from traumatic experiences like in Witness, or the hugs at the end of GGGoH or HoL. It's a just shame bad things had to happen to see that kind of interaction!

Can't wait for more...

Kath

Hi there
Eek... Saw that coming. Shouldn't have read this just before going to bed late at night... :P You have a touchy topic to handle here, my friend!
Greetings from the other side of the ocean

Well, what I figured was going to happen...happened (at Lex's).

Even though it was hard to read, I really feel like you wrote the interview/dinner scene quite well, DC. Like Groobie stated, you definitely got across that Lois said, and was fully meaning 'no'--and that was important. And you had enough--but thankfully not very much--info about what happened between Lex and Lois. I was really impressed by how you handled everything...

All the moments between Lois and Clark were wonderful. It was really heart-warming to see how much Lois trusts Clark. How comfortable she is with him. How much she depends on him. And knowing that Clark has asked her out--and she said yes--adds another layer of enjoyment in reading the touching scenes here between them. They have a great base of friendship to build a relationship on.

Really looking forward to the next part . Great job!
Laura

I agree with Groobie - having the evidence collected in a non-standard way could interfere with any kind of investigation or court case for Lex. (Of course, we know he's got tentacles everywhere and so probably investigations and court cases will come to nothing, in any event.) But I would like to see the evidence collection done by the book. Perhaps Clark could take her to the hospital?

"I'm scared," she admitted, inching closer to him.

"I know," he said with a nod, almost afraid to touch her. He knew from several investigations that he covered, that assault victims usually feared the touch of others, especially just after the event had occurred. "But I'm here now. And I won't let anything else happen to you. I swear it."

"You always have been," she mused. "My very own, personal hero." She turned partially toward him and hugged him, snuggling into his side, her body shaking slightly, even now.

"I'm here," he said again. "I'm here."

"Anything you want or need is yours," Clark assured her. "Just wait here for a second."

He got up and gathered fresh towels for her - the fluffiest ones he owned - then laid her overnight bag on his bed, where she would be sure to see it. Once he was done, he returned to the living room.

"My home is yours," he announced.

"Thanks," she said as she stood.

She walked toward him and lightly put her hand on his cheek. Clark was elated by that simple gesture. Too often, victims withdrew from physical contact with others. But Lois had touched his cheek. She'd hugged him. And, what was more, she'd allowed him to hug her in return, and had seemed to genuinely take some comfort from it. That was more than enough to tell him that Lois Lane would heal from her trauma. And he would be by her side, helping her, every step of the way, if she allowed him to be.

While Lois disappeared into the bathroom, Clark kept himself busy. He cleaned the dishes in the sink, straightened up the living room, put the few scattered books back on the shelves where they belonged, and started the coffee maker. He checked his fridge and closets, looking for snacks that he knew Lois liked, and found a reserve of Double Crunch Fudge Bars that he'd nearly forgotten about, hidden in the back of one cabinet. Once he was reasonably sure that Lois was finished showering, he fixed her coffee exactly the way she liked it, and brought the drinks and snacks to the living room.

She emerged not long after, clad in red flannel pajama pants and an old gray Daily Planet sweatshirt, her hair done up in a loose and messy ponytail. As she sat on the couch, Clark handed her the mug of coffee he'd prepared for her.

"Thanks," she said distractedly. Her red eyes gave away that she'd been crying again.

"I figured you might like something comforting. I have some Double Fudge Crunch Bars too, if you'd like."

"Luthor won't get away with this. I promise you. I'll make sure that he pays."

"We will," Lois corrected him, steely determination in her voice. It made Clark's heart skip a beat in gladness to hear her sounding like her old self again. "Lane and Kent, right?"

"Lane and Kent," Clark affirmed with a grim nod.