It was so nice of Martha to send you a photo of Clark from the farm, MLT. Can you send her our thanks?
Lois’ head shot up when, just as Mayson was putting the Snell file back in her briefcase, the door to the conference room flew open and a beaming Clark Kent practically bolted into the room.
Oh, no,no,no,no,no,no!
“Uhh... Hi, Mayson,” Clark said, quickly folding his cane, as if in an attempt to keep Mayson from seeing it. A futile gesture.
Ooops?
Mayson glanced at Lois and then, moving too quickly for either Lois or Clark to react, stormed over to Clark, reaching up and ripping the sunglasses off his face.
Lois’ shoulders sagged. Without the glasses, there was no mistaking the man standing in the conference room.
Yes, well, there you go, Clark. The drawback to always being attracted to smarts.
“I’m Clark,” Clark insisted again. “Superman is just a way for me to use my powers without completely disrupting my life. But Clark is who I am - first, last and always.”
One of my favorite parts of TF.
“Oh, Lois,” Jimmy said. “I wanted to ask you what time you want me to come by Friday evening to help get Clark moved into your apartment?”
Open mouth, Jimmy inserts foot, shoe, calf and knee.
“In other words, you want to know if I’ll help with your ongoing deception of the people of Metropolis.”
Ouch! Yep, guys, this was handled badly.
“No, I want to know if my parents are going to have to sell the farm and move somewhere where no one will ever find them. I want to know if Lois is going to be followed everywhere she goes by paparazzi. And I want to know if I can still go out for a cheeseburger without it ending up on the front page of every tabloid in the country.”
PLEASE! Mayson, PLEASE!
Clark sighed. “We’ll deal with that problem if we come to it. Maybe once Mayson calms down, she’ll be willing to renegotiate.”
Lois’ silence spoke of her skepticism.
Still with Lois on this one.
“Try every single time.”
Bobby’s voice coming from the back seat caused both Lois and Clark to spin towards him.
“Oh, and Clairol, number 9 - light blonde,” Bobby added.
I love Bobby!
She had to admit, she’d had a mix of emotions as she’d watched Clark sign the papers making him her co-tenant. It had suddenly hit Lois what she was doing. And she’d found herself wondering if she was completely insane to be doing it.
Yeah, you are. Why don't you just place a want ad? I'm sure there are more than enough people who'll take your live-in boyfriend into their home for you. No? Then, deal!
She studied the picture on the box for a moment with a small frown. “Looks more like a cage to me,” she said disapprovingly. “I don’t like the idea of keeping Shadow in a cage.”
“No, you don’t understand,” Clark said as he set the box down. “To you, it looks like a cage. To Shadow it’s a den. His own private space. We’ll put some old blankets in it, maybe even put one over top and he’ll love it.”
Uh-huh. I'm still with Lois, here.
At first, Jimmy tried to insist that he could do the job himself, but Clark’s pride was unable to let him sit around while his friend worked.
Yeah, that would drive Clark crazy.
Clark was right. He liked the crate. “Okay, then,” Lois said, “well, if you’re satisfied, I have other work to do.”
I love how she talks to him as if he were human.
“Lois, did you just give Shadow table scraps?” Clark asked.
“No! Why would you say that?” Lois replied guiltily.
Jimmy laughed.
“Traitor,” she said to Jimmy even as Clark shook his head in amusement.
And everything is back to normal.
“That’s great!” Jimmy responded, reaching for another slice of pizza. “Now, would you mind telling me exactly why I’m a genius?”
‘S-suits.’ What were S-suits?
Swimsuits? Sunbathing suits? Social Suits? Super-duper suits? Sand colored suits? Sandwich making suits?
“Why would he say something like that?” Jimmy asked.
“That’s what’s been bugging me. It’s a quote from a book written in the fifteen hundreds by a man named Machiavelli,” Clark explained.
Didn't Bobby say the man, Baker, liked Machiavelli?
“Two heartbeats.”
“Uhh... How do you know I’m not pregnant?”
Clark’s eyebrows rose.
“I’m not,” Lois said, instantly turning scarlet. “And can we just forget I said that?”
Ahh. I don't think so.
A slow smile made its way across Lois’ face. “Well, I loved you when I arrived in Smallville, didn’t I. But this time... I don’t know, farmboy.” She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling him with her as she lay back on the sofa. “Maybe we better get in all the loving we can before that happens.”
Yeah, nothing worse that invulnerable stubble burn! Ouch!
“Suits me,” Clark responded, following her over, his mouth searching for hers as his hands began to wander.
An unexpected sound of whimpering right next to their ears caused them to jump, before bursting into laughter when Shadow began nuzzling at the sides of their faces.
See what you get for taking Shadow's spot on the couch, Clark!
“Everything’s for sale in Suicide Slum,” Bobby responded. “Don’t worry, I’ll send you the bill. Anyway, we should go if we want to get you settled in while it’s still dark. I’ll show you where to put up your cardboard box, but you’ll be on your own from there. You sure you’re up for this?”
“I’m up for it,” Clark assured him. “So’s Shadow.”
“Okay, then. But if you get yourself into too much trouble, I’ll be working at the soup kitchen at the corner of Fifth and Saxton today. You just get yourself there and I’ll smuggle you back to Lois. Just... walk downwind of me, okay?”
Again, loving Bobby!