Clark.
It was time to see Clark.
Yes!!!
She had indeed lost her best friend!
They say you don't know what you have until it's gone. Luckily for Lois, Clark was not really gone.
“Lois? What on Earth are you doing here? It’s 4:00AM!”
[...]
“What are you talking about? Lana isn’t here. I dropped her off at her place after the party. But we were on the phone or at least we were until I heard my door being pounded off its hinges.
And Lana was calling him at 4:00AM to convince him to leave town with her?
Talk about insistent.
The dinner party had been a success; he managed to cultivate a valuable source on the mayor’s staff. While Lana worked the room, garnering contacts, especially with a certain Swiss business mogul – a Mr. Gregory Daae - and smiling happily whenever anyone said she and Clark made a ‘lovely couple’.
And there's Gregory Daae, but it seems this is not the same universe, as Clark and Lana are not a couple.
“She’s a very important part of my life and her initials are LL.”
That's a wide range. It's seems most people in Clark's life have the initials LL.
Lois Lane, Lana Lang, Lori Lemaris, Lucy Lane, Lex Luthor, Lionel Luthor, Lena Luthor, Laura Lang, Lewis Lang, Lyla Lerrol and on and on...
yes, he is. And that's why you always find a way to write him in the story, right?
As a matter of fact, he was the one who kept telling me to let Lana sort out her own dates for big events and if she needed furniture moved to ask the building superintendent.”
Hehe... Pete is a smart guy!
“Yes,” Lois sighed, put down the cup and began picking at a stray thread on the couch. “Until this very moment, I had no idea the depths of my jealousy.”
Such a brilliant reporter and she was the only one oblivious to her true feelings.
At the thought of escorting both women a tiny shiver went down his spine. Better to face the Nightfall asteroid again!
That is a scary thought even for Superman!
“Wait, are you trying to say you are ‘royalty’?”
Oh, yes, he is a true prince! Your very noble prince charming.
“Oh Clark! I don’t care about fiddles, violins or any of that, just let me be in the orchestra of your life!
Careful, Lois. All that mushyness is going to ruin Mad Dog Lane's reputation.
For them this was better than any dream or even the dance they shared in the newsroom. Because now nothing and no one stood in the way of their own future, bright with promise and the years untold to come.
And they lived happily ever after. The end. <happy sigh>
A feel-good-story makes any day better. Thank you!
Andreia