"It's the truth," Clark said. He imagined grabbing Lois and flying away but it was only a tantalizing daydream. Not matter how hard he concentrated his feet remained firmly on the ground. What in the world had happened?
Ooooh, ooooh, I know, I know!!! Pick me! Pick me!!!
Tears came to her eyes. She wasn't about to dignify that question with an answer, but in her heart she knew that she would have done anything to save both herself and Clark. Letting Tony rape her wasn't the answer. He was going to kill them no matter what. Their only hope lay in turning the tables on him. Clark was ahead of her as they moved up the hill, although he kept half-turning like he was checking on her. Who would Tony shoot first? Her vision blurred as she realized it would probably be Clark. There had to be a way to save him, to save them both. Her mind raced as her feet slowly plodded closer to their grave.
Awwww <sniffle> Lois would have done anything to save Clark - to save both of them, but she knew there was going to be no bargaining here. And then she realizes that she's probably going to have to watch Clark die first. <me cries>
Clark had been surprised when Lois kicked him off his feet and even more surprised when a bullet had gone through his thigh.
Ack! Noooooooo!
Lois said a silent prayer that he would just turn around. Don't check. Just go. The entire left side of her body felt like it was on fire and she was sure the man would hear her breathing long before he got there. She knew he would kill them, but she still wasn't sure she could shoot him. Just go away, her mind chanted. Just go away.
I loved this paragraph. It feels so real and so true. Even though she knew he would kill her, she didn't know if she could kill him. Nice.
"Lois, please..." She had to get out of here; it wouldn't take too much time for Randy to catch up to Mickey. They were going to come back.
"Would you leave me?" Lois was horrified that he would even suggest she abandon him.
He tried to reason with her, panting against the pain. "Places reversed... I could... carry you."
"Then I'll carry you." She tugged on his arm, forcing him to a sitting position.
He groaned in agony. "Too heavy."
"I won't leave you. So quit arguing with me. If you want me out of here, you're going to have to go with me."
Clark was sweating now and he gulped in air. "You're killing me."
"I'm trying to save your life."
Sorry to quote that whole thing, but it was just sooooooo good. Nicely done. Especially the "you're killing me/I'm trying to save your life" part.
Of course I liked the part where Lois teased Clark about him making fun of her face... he should see himself...
But then this -
"That candy bar, on your desk? When we get home, can I have it?"
Totally made me grin - and yes, I can vouch that Sue had it written long before anyone said anything about the other candy bar reference. <g>
"I'm so sorry." He looked almost desperate as his voice dropped to an urgent whisper. "Please, Lois, don't be angry."
"Angry?" she asked, thoroughly confused. She tugged her hand free of his and pulled his shirt up.
Clark let out a groan and dropped his head back. It hit the side of the culvert with a dull 'thunk'. "I'm sorry, Lois. I should never have let this happen."
"This isn't your fault..." Lois paused, unable to process what she was looking at. There was a bright blue fabric beneath his shirt and her mind seemed to stutter as she tried to make sense of it. She blinked and wondered if the heat was making her delusional. The material was ripped where a bullet had entered and it was stiff and dark with blood. Even so the Suit was still recognizable.
"Please don't hate me," he said softly.
That was a freakin awesome revelation Sue!!! Loved it!!! And poor Clark, makes me really feel for him. He doesn't care any more if she knows, all he wants is for her not to be angry/not to hate him. Please don't hate him. Awwww <sniffle>
Okay, you've given me sneaks at part 5 and even a nice long sneak at the ending... but where's my beta, hmmmm???? I know you have internet at that hotel - don't make me hunt you down.
I want to be able to read that scene... you know the one... where they are - you know - and he wraps her up in - well you know...
Come on... I'm dying here. <g>
But, um, I hope you're having a good time...
-- DJ
