Hi Annie!
This is, shockingly, my first TOGOM rewrite,
Hey, someone needs to pick up the slack and give us our yearly TOGOM, now that Tank has stopped
I just kept thinking about Clark...lying there.
Yes, he has indeed been lying there.
It wouldn’t bring Clark back, and without that, everything else seemed pointless.
It probably would have been best if Clark had simply slept with Lois in Season One, then with Cat. It would have prevented this current massive heartbreak.
The detective picked up the phone on Lois’ desk, speaking to someone about a tip, and jotted down an address on her notepad. He thanked her and left, and she picked up the pad automatically, looking at the indentation of his words.
Awww, nice one.
She wandered through her apartment with unseeing eyes, drifting aimlessly. Eventually she wound up in a corner of the couch, not even bothering to take her shoes off before curling into a ball.
/Imagines Lois bumping around like a billiard ball on a Carom table/
But her home didn’t feel like home either. The only place she wanted to be was on Clark’s couch with his arm around her.
Maybe she could comfort Superman in his grief for his better half.
Somehow, some way, Clark Kent would keep her safe. And finally, she had relaxed. She’d curled up beside him, resting her head on his chest, and the next thing she knew it was morning, and she was alone on the couch, covered in a blanket.
Meanwhile, on the dark side…
…or in an angst-fic
Challenging her when she was being insufferable.
Oh boy, she’s really down
She stood and walked to the window, unhooking the latch that she hadn’t used in years until last night.
Mad, huh?
She knew how she must look in her oversized sweatshirt, with her hair unwashed and her face tear streaked.
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She didn’t wait for him to answer, her grief swelling in her, erupting out of her. “You’ve saved me a hundred times! You’re never too late to save me! How many bullets have you caught that were meant for me? Where were you?”
Uhm…around?
Uhm…at work?
What the hell was wrong with me?”
Is that a trick question?
warned you I would say things I could never take back.”
Oh boy she’s gonna be ticked off now.
Clark Kent is dead Lois. A whole room full of people saw him gunned down.
Hey, it was just a flesh wound in his lower shoulder. No worries, a band-aid and a kiss and he’ll be fine
though whether he was primarily concerned with their current predicament or her reaction to discovering his secret, she wasn’t sure.
You can be worried about both the forest full of enemy soldiers and the landmine you’re currently standing on at the same time.
You should have just let me marry Luthor and lie in the bed I made. Walked away and washed your hands of me.”
Yes, but it would have been so icky.
If I mess up this relationship, where do I go? If you rejected me, or if we dated and then broke up, the only person in my life who could get me through that loss, would be you.
They could clone him?
He dipped his head and met her gaze, his eyes filled with love. And then his lips were on hers, and her heart felt like it would explode.
I just realized, this could I’d be the memory wipe kiss from Superman II.
And then his lips were on hers, and her heart felt like it would explode.
Maybe he shouldn’t use so much suction when kissing her?
He stroked her back sweetly, gently and unhurried. Finally he pulled his mouth from hers, raining soft kisses all over her face, kissing away her tears
I just realized: “Until death do us join.”
“Lois, Clark Kent is dead.”
See, now they can get married.
I can’t ask you to leave behind your family, your home, your friends, your job and follow me god knows where
On the next season…: “Somewhere in Alaska…”
I spent all morning rehashing this with my parents. There’s no way to spin this. Clark Kent is dead.”
What about Barry, the Superman impersonator? They could use his body? And say they used a Clark-lookalike so the real Clark could investigate unseen.
, her body full of restless energy.
Poor dear. All fired up for a night of flaming passion and the object of her ardor just pulled out a stop sign.
“Superman? He…fixed you?” She was grasping at straws.
He kissed each of the wounds, making Clark’s body forget about them?
? If a scientist can clone a whole person, why couldn’t they fix you and leave you without a scar?”
They could just explain it with Superman having advanced medical equipment straight out of Star Trek? Stuff he has on his ship?
“I can’t believe I spent all night being interviewed by detectives and none of them asked why there was no blood on my dress, on my hands.”
Maybe they all know who Superman is, but since Lois doesn’t, they think it’s funny to keep her in the dark?
I have…a lot of questions.”
For instance: can he do the spin also in slo-mo?
We need a good story about what you’ve been doing this whole time.”
/Points at Lois/ they needed some life-affirming stress relief.
“You’re a far higher priority to me than the police.” She blushed. “Don’t try to score points.”
The far more important question is, why did Superman prioritize Clark? Is there actual truth to the rumors about Superman’s boyfriend? Also, cute!
“Hollywood made a dozen versions of Frankenstein and this guy still didn’t get the point?” she muttered.
He’s working on cloning mob bosses because there’s money in it?
“Just because I’m your girlfriend now doesn’t mean you can tell me what-” “Are you my girlfriend?” he asked softly, interrupting her.
He laughed softly and smiled at her. “Oh, yeah. You are definitely my girlfriend if you want to be.”
/Suggests the more appropriate term ‘professional caregiver/
She couldn’t help but wonder with amusement if she’d receive the same warm welcome if she were the one miraculously back from the dead.
Only from those who won the pool that her death was a fake out.
I’m sure I have something you can sleep in.”
Like his arms?
“Well, we’re looking forward to your visit. I know you must have so many questions.” “I definitely do.” Lois laughed softly, looking forward to having a chance to sit down with Martha soon. “Clark also said...you’re together now?” Martha said, and Lois smiled at the hope in her voice.
Will we get a repeat of the GGGoH scene?
Tonight she just wanted to sleep in his arms safe in the knowledge that he was alive, and he loved her, and they had all the time they needed to get things right.
The End
Aww, all very tidy with a bow
Great that someone’s picking up the TOGOM work
Michael
