FDK - Adrift (9/9) - 05/14/09 06:56 PM
FDK here.
Thanks.
Below is a taste of Story 4 - called 'Answer Quest'.
ETA - Name changed to So Many Questions
It is very early days for this fic - I'm hoping it will be ready in July.
Thanks.
Below is a taste of Story 4 - called 'Answer Quest'.
ETA - Name changed to So Many Questions
It is very early days for this fic - I'm hoping it will be ready in July.
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It took considerable effort for Lois Lane to refrain from skipping as she walked home. Skipping like a five-year-old on her way to a party.
Skipping like someone whose heart was so full with anticipation, it couldn’t be contained.
Because ... tonight ... it was going to happen. Lois was sure of it.
Clark was going to propose. Ask her to be his wife.
That thought delivered a little skip to her feet before she could quell it.
She’d waited four weeks. Four weeks since she’d gone to Smallville and proposed to him. Four weeks of Clark courting her – there was no other way to describe it.
He’d brought her flowers, coffee, edible delicacies from around the world, little gifts – like a post card picture of the beach on Dirk Hartog Island – which had significance only to them.
And throughout it all, he’d found numerous ways – a touch, a smile, a look, a word - to convey the surety of his love for her.
Four weeks of their love deepening daily. Four weeks of ever-growing certainty that a life apart was not a life at all.
Four weeks of barely-contained impatience.
But tonight was the night.
Clark’s instructions had been cryptic ... and frustratingly lacking in detail.
She’d employed all of her investigative skills to try to wheedle information out of him. She’d even used tactics she wouldn’t use with any other interviewee – kissing him voraciously until neither of them could breathe, tickling him until they had both collapsed, helpless from laughter.
But he hadn’t budged.
She was to dress warmly, apply sunscreen and bring a pair of shorts and a comfortable tee.
That was it.
For a date in Metropolis in mid-November!
Lois skipped again. With any other man, it would be beyond cryptic, it would be unfathomable.
But Clark Kent was different.
Very different.
Lois hugged herself with bubbling excitement.
Suddenly, a strong arm reached from behind her, abruptly halting her progress. She was wrenched back against a body and forcibly dragged into the shadows of an alley.
Lois opened her mouth to scream, but her assailant’s other hand plugged her mouth before she could utter a sound.
She flailed, but he was strong and had her in a vice-like grip. He forced her to curl forward so his left hand could replace his right across her mouth. She felt him rummage in the bag she had slung across her shoulder.
Then, without warning or word, he released her and ran out of the alley and out of sight.
Skipping like someone whose heart was so full with anticipation, it couldn’t be contained.
Because ... tonight ... it was going to happen. Lois was sure of it.
Clark was going to propose. Ask her to be his wife.
That thought delivered a little skip to her feet before she could quell it.
She’d waited four weeks. Four weeks since she’d gone to Smallville and proposed to him. Four weeks of Clark courting her – there was no other way to describe it.
He’d brought her flowers, coffee, edible delicacies from around the world, little gifts – like a post card picture of the beach on Dirk Hartog Island – which had significance only to them.
And throughout it all, he’d found numerous ways – a touch, a smile, a look, a word - to convey the surety of his love for her.
Four weeks of their love deepening daily. Four weeks of ever-growing certainty that a life apart was not a life at all.
Four weeks of barely-contained impatience.
But tonight was the night.
Clark’s instructions had been cryptic ... and frustratingly lacking in detail.
She’d employed all of her investigative skills to try to wheedle information out of him. She’d even used tactics she wouldn’t use with any other interviewee – kissing him voraciously until neither of them could breathe, tickling him until they had both collapsed, helpless from laughter.
But he hadn’t budged.
She was to dress warmly, apply sunscreen and bring a pair of shorts and a comfortable tee.
That was it.
For a date in Metropolis in mid-November!
Lois skipped again. With any other man, it would be beyond cryptic, it would be unfathomable.
But Clark Kent was different.
Very different.
Lois hugged herself with bubbling excitement.
Suddenly, a strong arm reached from behind her, abruptly halting her progress. She was wrenched back against a body and forcibly dragged into the shadows of an alley.
Lois opened her mouth to scream, but her assailant’s other hand plugged her mouth before she could utter a sound.
She flailed, but he was strong and had her in a vice-like grip. He forced her to curl forward so his left hand could replace his right across her mouth. She felt him rummage in the bag she had slung across her shoulder.
Then, without warning or word, he released her and ran out of the alley and out of sight.
The next story looks angsty but you know I am there. Laura
I'll post it as soon as it's ready ... but I can't see that happening before July. Currently I have two rough scenes, a lot of still-vague ideas and very little detail.
