The end is near for this wonderful story!
Maybe it was, but she loved him and wanted to be with him, not have him stuck in another country. And she dreaded returning to an existence that had become empty and achingly lonely. Even waking up by herself this morning had felt lonely. She snorted mentally. She'd spent almost every night of her twenty eight years alone by choice without feeling lonely in the least, but somehow that had changed after two nights spent with Clark - one of which had been spent on the hard floor of a shipping container.
If that ain't love I don't know what is!
“Superman took Luthor's body to the morgue in Chamonix. I got a statement from the police.” He half sat on her desk. “Maybe we can run it as a sidebar.” He paused. “Lois, about last night -”
“Clark! Call for you on line 2!” a copyboy called from across the bullpen.
Copyboys the world over know just when to interrupt these two!
He paused. “You're definitely dedicated. I've never had another reporter that needed so little time between assignments. I also agree with intelligent and you're one helluva writer. But outgoing and friendly? I would've said civil and courteous at best.” He leaned forward. “Tell the truth, I thought you were running from something. And then Lois Lane arrived, and it was like someone turned on the lights.” He paused again. “Is this really what you want, Kent? You haven't been here very long.”
I like this character, he is just as perceptive as Perry, he just doesn't say that much. Only a blind man would miss the fact that Clark was running from something and that something was a reporter and female.
His head snapped up and his teasing expression vanished as he listened to something only he could hear.
“What is it?” Lois asked curiously.
“An explosion in Calais.” He looked down at her, clearly torn between their conversation and the emergency.
“Go,” she told him.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes. Go!”
These two cannot get a break!
He watched her go. When she was out of sight of even his vision, he sighed, becoming aware of the moisture on his cheeks. He scrubbed it away with the back of one hand, feeling the all too familiar ache in his chest return worse than it had ever been. For a moment he couldn’t breathe through the pain, and it was all he could do not to chase after her.
The trilling of the cell phone in his pocket broke the spell. Pulling it out, he opened the flip.
“Clark Kent,” he answered.
“Clark? It’s Perry White. You’ve been trying to call me.”
“Yes, I have Chief. I wanted to talk to you about transferring back to Metropolis…”
I stand corrected! What an ending to the chapter! But Perry has terrible timing, couldn't he have called earlier that morning? I have to agree with MikeM, Perry and Joe must have talked about Lois and Clark quite a bit. Let's face it, who better for Joe to talk to for information about Kent?
Oh well, bring on the final (sniff, sniff) chapter!
(Me!). 
. But Clark...you could'uv maybe told Lois a little abut you conversation with Joe--made her not have to go to the level of emotion she was at? 
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