“OK, you all know I’m not Clark Kent. Something came up and Clark had to leave suddenly and as his partner on many stories in the last year, I’m accepting this award on his behalf. I don’t know what Clark would say if he was up here, probably something much more heart-warming than anything I can come up with on the spur of the moment. Because that’s what he’s good at, that’s what he’s won this award for. Any one of us in this room could have written a piece on that retirement home. We could have found the facts, written the story that lead to improving the lives of those residents so dramatically. But what Clark can do better than any reporter I’ve ever met, is make the reader really feel for the people he writes about. They’re more than just a story, just another paycheque to Clark. He really cares about the welfare of every single person that he writes about and he can make every single person who reads he work care as just as much as he does. That’s an amazing talent, it’s one of the reasons I’m so lucky to be able to call him my partner... at the Daily Planet. Anyway, I know winning this award will mean a lot to him, but probably not as much as the changes made after his story broke did. This,” she held the award up, “will just be the icing on the cake.”

Lois trained her vision firmly on the podium, but from the corner of her eye she watched Clark look at his award in awe and she felt a sense of pride well up in her. Well, if she wasn’t going to win the award, it only made sense that it go to Clark.

However much Lois’ proximity was affecting him, he was sure that his had no effect on her.

“...by the hack for his partner!”

a second he felt incredibly embarrassed, then Lois began to laugh as the people around them started dancing to ‘I Heard it Through the Grapevine’.

And with that retort, Lois was in his arms. She almost gasped at the swiftness of that movement.

“Of course,” he murmured quietly into her ear, the vibrations from his voice sending shivers down through her body. For a moment she felt that the only thing keeping her knees from melting was holding onto his sturdy shoulders.

It’ll just look like I’m stealing the limelight. It’ll draw attention to the fact I wasn’t nominated. It’ll be humiliating.”

Her feet also didn’t seem to hurt quite so much, almost as if she was no longer putting the whole of her weight on them.

the image of Clark dancing to 'I heard it through the grapevine' was

So she is suffering from the agony of 'de feet'?

This was awesome. WAFFy stories are so great!

Loved the second part just as much the first!

Sweet! Very enjoyable.

What this date needed was an ending kiss...

An adorable raison! Loved it!

Love Lois' acceptance speech for Clark.

Dancing in heels can be agonizing when you're done. Too bad most of us don't have Superman to subtly levitate us afterwards.

“Well, his stiffest competition wasn’t even nominated.”

“No, not the whole time. I walked in when you were denying being Clark Kent.”

“...by the hack for his partner!”

“Oh, yes. There was your little disappearing act as well, wasn’t there? I tell you what Clark, if you make me go through another night like this, I’ll rip out your spleen.”

I think this story re-defines 'horribly late',

You've got to put a tracker on your muse.