Wheee! Look at me! Finally on part threee!!
She wouldn’t cry. And she wouldn’t kill him. Not yet. Not until she figured out how he had done this. First, she would find him, and work out what sort of head trick he was playing on her. What kind of alien powers built an entire... wing ... dedicated to her utter humiliation. And then forced her to play the part of... herself... and watch it.
Awwwww!!! So sad that she's blaming Clark! But... I guess I can't blame her. What is she supposed to think? And oh, good god... what is she going to think (of him?) when she sees the... the... Happily Ever After Wing? (or whatever you'll call it) Now I'm scared.
Things she had thought she had out grown, that couldn’t hurt her any more.
Love this line! And ouch!
Again Lois stopped and took a closer look at her surroundings. The building had emptied out long ago when the announcement for closing time had been made. Along with the call for all cast members to return their costumes before leaving.
Closing time??? It's closing time and we haven't been allowed to see poor Clark??
He didn’t argue. “Ok. I’m going to sit right here, Lois.” He pointed to a bench along the sidewalk. “Here. At the corner of...” He glanced at the street signs. “Sunny Street and Happy Way,” he read in disbelief, his eyebrows rising into his hairline.
*gulp*
He didn’t have to wait long for her to return. It took every ounce of control in him not to stand and go to meet her when he heard her coming. Her heart was beating painfully fast and her soft, jerking sobs ripped straight through him. Clark closed his eyes and held himself still. He didn’t want to scare her any more than she already was.
Awwwww!!!! And she's going to think he did it.
I hope he can talk some sense into her.
“Should have waited until you swallowed,” he said with some chagrin.
“You think?” she wheezed.
Oops. <g>
She remembered how he had looked when she found him the previous evening. That hadn’t been an act, then. He had clearly been moved by what he had seen. And maybe as shaken as she’d been.
Awwwwww!!!
“I didn’t.” He looked embarrassed. “Eventually my group got tired of waiting on me and struck out on their own. I was just... frozen there. I couldn’t read enough, couldn’t watch enough. Couldn’t take it all in well enough. Basically, I walked ten paces into that room and never moved again.”
Wow! Yeah... don’t blame him.
Well, he wasn’t Jimmy Olsen, but his timing wasn’t the only thing eerily familiar about him.
ROTFL!!!!!
Except on Wednesdays, which was two-for-one donut day.
*snork*!!
There was a committee that worked round the clock brainstorming just that very thing. The Places to Drop Tempus Safely committee, or PDTS, had been dragged out of bed in the middle of the night and told to get to work.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!
“Prehistoric North America. The Dakotas, to be exact. Tough winters, but plenty of game to sustain him. And maybe when it gets cold enough, he’ll feel more like chatting. ”
*snicker* <g>
Madge sat back and sipped on her coffee. She wasn’t surprised. This is what she had been waiting for. “Call upstairs,” she said to Hank, who was standing, frozen, staring at the monitors. “And see if they can find that damned Wells.”
Whoo, yeah. No kidding.
Anna, Hank, and Petal all turned startled faces in her direction, pale and shaky, pupils dilated. Poor kids. First the dip in the lifelines and now this. “Sorry,” she said, smiling brightly. “I read that word somewhere. Seemed appropriate for just this situation.”
“Hell, yeah,” said Hank, moving to make the call.
LOL! What have you done, CC?? The Utopians are cursing! <g>
Great, great, great, great, great, high-class, first-rate stuff, CC!!!!
Amazing writing. Tangible emotions. That little touch of humor to keep us sane. And... really, still blown away by the premise!!!
Sara (who's hoping to catch up on this... maybe today... we'll see)
