Hi Amanda!
Clark flew directly into his bedroom, hoping his absence hadn’t been noticed.
Uh-huh.
He felt like he should save the I’m-an-alien-who-moonlights-in-tights bomb for another day when she was feeling better and had a better grasp on her own life.
/Watches in delighted fascination as the spark creeps along the fuse cord/
one of her front-page articles from her early years at the Planet the second time around. “I’m fine,” she muttered distractedly. “Just fine. I… what is this?”
Oops?
“This is an excellent piece of journalism.”
I wonder if Lois now wonders how she could have written this when she knows, deep down in a dark and hidden pace, that she had been a hack in the beginning, just like everyone else.
“Right, but when did I write it?” she asked. Clark opened his mouth to reply but she cut him off. “I mean, I know when I wrote it. I can read the date. But I don’t remember writing it.”
“And this! And that!” She gestured wildly to the certificate on the wall. “Clark! How do I not remember that I won a Pulitzer?”
it was for a story on amnesia research and its practical application to junior reporters?
“And what’s this?!” she poked a finger at the photograph of two kids at the Smallville Fourth of July Celebration. “That’s me! I’m like ten or something. But this… is that you? It’s you, isn’t it?”
Oops?
“Is this prom? We went to prom together? How is any of this possible? I only met you three weeks ago!”
She’s a Kryptonian sleeper agent and only remembers her cover identity?
Clark wracked his brain for the right words, the proper way to explain without confusing her even more. He opened and shut his mouth in a few false starts, certain that anything he said would only make things worse.
“I’m not crazy.” Lois said firmly, apparently taking his silence the wrong way.
He could have quickly written a manuscript telling the fictitious story of how Wanda grew up? And Lois only remembers the manuscript?
It’s like my brain didn’t just forget things – it created alternate memories to replace what I forgot. Is that possible?”
Maybe if he explained it via multiverse instead of time travel?
But then… the doctor didn’t know Lois’ proclivity for needing to figure things out and digging her teeth in and not letting go until she –
“I got it.” She said again, smiling. “There is a pattern. It’s you.”
Oh boy.
“You were my date for the Pulitzer award ceremony. That explains why I don’t remember that.
Ooooohhhhh…that’s smart!
So obviously my mind has chosen to block you out almost completely. The only question is – why?”
She wants to revisit the fun with a fresh mind?
“Why, Clark?” she asked quietly. “Why did my mind block out anything that has to do with you?”
Something in her tone was almost accusatory and it seemed like a wall was coming up between them.
Oops?
Abruptly, Lois stood up again and put some deliberate distance between them. She was frowning and studying him seriously. Clark suddenly felt like he was under a microscope
Great touch!
“Lois… you hit your head.” He was starting to sound like a broken record but he couldn’t think of anything else to say.
Yes, calling her emotional or crazy or both – not helping.
“How did I hit my head anyway?”
She was crawling up a sewer and he was right behind her.
Perfectly normal situation.
“No. You’d been kidnapped by Luthor.”
“Luthor? Lex Luthor?” Lois looked incredulous. “The kidnapping part I buy – it’s not the first time I’ve gotten into more trouble than I should – but Lex Luthor? He’s a philanthropist.”
“Superman…” Lois whispered in a dreamy voice. Clark blinked. He hadn’t heard her say it like that since… well since before she knew he was him. He bit back a groan and decided to change the topic.
Wonderful phrasing – he was him
Hopefully things would be easier in the morning.
/Eyes part counter/
Edit: and reading Terry's FDK, yeah, somewhere I think I also posted this theory. Might have been on Discord, though, as one of the possible scenarios. Thank you for reminding me!
Michael
