If I had always woken up like this, I might have decided it was a very pleasant habit to develop.
LOL! Sorry, but I find that funny. That's so Lois.
Healed by Clark's concern, attention, and words, I realized.
/me fills with the WAFFs
I wanted to demand that he stop being so noble and self-sacrificing so that I didn't have to feel so guilty for leaving him in this cell for so long. I wanted to break down into tears and hug him and tell him that I would take care of him from now on.
I just LOVE this.
"You just wanted to make sure there were no adverse side effects to eating it. Kind of your own personal taste-tester."
I couldn't help but smile at that teasing note in his voice, the one I would swear I'd hate and yet loved. "That's right, Kent. And how are you feeling? Any stomach twinges? Choking? Signs of death?"
"No," he said thoughtfully. "I think you're safe to eat it."
LOL! Great exchange. Very in-character for them both.
"I'm fine," he said. "I don't need much water."
"What *are* they dosing you with?" I choked out through sudden dread, abruptly reminded of the awful agony he had clearly been in when I'd seen him in that surveillance video. And if it was stealing his appetite from him...terror suddenly ruled my tongue. "It can't be good for you! What if it's killing you?"
"It is," he told me, his voice perfectly even, betraying no horror at the implications of his own remark. "But Luthor will make certain he doesn't give me enough to permanently end it."
Come on Lois! You're an investigative reporter! Investigate! MAKE Clark tell you!!!!
Well, this time, I determined, *I* would be there for *him*.
I wanted to murmur soothing sentences, wanted to reveal dreams and stir hope within him as he had done for me, but words had abandoned me. I dealt in words every day, fashioning them into sentences that proclaimed the truth and ensured justice was served and saw that I received a regular paycheck, and yet now, when Clark most needed them, I couldn't think of anything to say. All I had was his name, and I couldn't seem to stop repeating it over and over again, as if it were a talisman that would see us both safely back where we belonged--together at the Planet.
Wow. Just wow. Beautiful.
"Yes, it is!" I insisted, tearing myself free of his weak hold-suffocating because of the undeserved forgiveness it offered me. "It's *my* fault Superman isn't here! *My* fault he left Metropolis! *My* fault he's *dead*!"
Say what?!?!?!
And suddenly the timeframe of his disappearance hit me like a load of bricks. Clark had been missing one month, his last call just shortly before the Nightfall asteroid had been discovered hurtling toward Earth in a shower of fire and doom. And Superman...well, we hadn't found his remains until almost five days after the asteroid had mysteriously changed course.
So Clark has amnesia?
"He wanted me to know just what sort of life I have left."
You've made me hate Luthor more than the show ever did. Great job!
Wow, this was great. My heart is bleeding for poor Clark. I can't wait to see what else you have in store for Lois and Clark.
I'm guessing that Clark doesn't have amnesia after all. He's probably just shocked that the world thinks Superman is dead. Everything seems to point to him knowing exactly who he is.
Please post again soon! (Yeah, I know, you have a posting schedule, but patience is not something I have a lot of when it comes to cliff hanger endings)