Hi Amanda!
Wells never got back to them.
Well, I guess we wouldn’t have a fun series if he had
So here they are trying not to change anything… or at least not too much…
LOIS: If I investigated Lex eight years sooner, you think he might be more vulnerable than he was? I mean, I could go undercover, given his schoolgirl fetish…
CLARK:
… but, well, changing things all over the place because it’s sort of hard not to… or just because they can.
CLARK: What? Rescuing people is what I always do? Did do. Did? /turns left/ You alright, Miss?
JENNA: /giggles nervously/
I am so glad your parents agreed to let me stay for the summer.” Lois said,
First kiss? When is this? And when did they allow live-in girlfriends?
“Are you kidding? They love having you here. Of course they agreed. I’m just surprised your parents let you come.”
Definitely teenagers. A dangerous time, this is for the hero. Hormones. I can sense hormones raging.
Lois giggled. “I just convinced Daddy that it would cost him a lot less money and time to simply send me here rather than try to force me to stay at ten different summer camps.
LOIS: No, Daddy, I really do want to spend summer on a farm. I love cows and pigs. Feeding them and milking them and collecting their eggs in the morning. Julie even told me that you get chocolate pies from brown cows!
“You wouldn’t really cause trouble.”
Probably discover a nefarious scheme involving camp girls and the gentlemen’s club in the next town over, resulting in the arrest of half the camp staff.
They were married for goodness’ sake – well… sort of
“Are you asking me to take you to the dance? You know I’d love to, but I don’t have any way to get to Metropolis. I still can’t… you know.” Clark moved his hand in a vague flying motion.
This really does sound like he’s around seventeen. And they let Lois visit?
LOIS:
Clark blinked as his mind caught up to her babble. “So… you want to change something. You could avoid dancing to that song or maybe go with someone else?”
No, actually…
And so, I guess what I’m trying to say is – Clark, will you kiss me?”
Soul travel is weird.
Clark gasped and Lois was pleasantly surprised to realize that he was blushing now. “Lois! W-we’re kids!”
Oh, so, fourteen?
Lois rolled her eyes at him. “I’m thirteen, Clark. And you’re fourteen.”
/points above /
We’re still kids. We’re too young to be doing things like that.”
Has she flowered? Because I think Sansa and Joffrey were that age, too.
“Seriously?” Lois scoffed. “I guess I shouldn’t be that surprised coming from the guy who’s still a v… very patient man.”
Clark frowned at her even as his face turned the color of a tomato. “Not my fault.”
“Right. Blame H.G. Wells.
Lana and I were pretty good friends the last time around.”
“Oh, really? Why aren’t you now?”
“Well, I guess because now I’ve got you.”
Now there’s a change!
It wasn’t anything like the kisses they had shared before – when they were adults. It was short and simple and… sweet. And, as far as first kisses go, it was absolutely perfect. Because it was Clark.
Awww
Suddenly, the sound of someone clearing their throat came from behind and the two teenagers sprung apart, Clark’s hand dropping abruptly to his own lap.
“Mom!” Clark exclaimed, his eyes wide like a deer caught in headlights. “How long have you been standing there?”
Martha set her hands on her hips and eyed the teens disapprovingly. “Longer than you’d like”
Looking forward to the next one!
Michael
Martha is going to pack Lois up and send her back to Metropolis quicker than you can say, 'hot apple pie!'
