“I’m not doing this,” Lois said for the tenth time since they’d left the Planet. “You can do it if you want, but I’m not doing it.”
Clark sighed and counted to ten.
“And Perry can’t make us do it,” she added, when he didn’t respond. “It’s not like it’s in our contracts. I’m not doing it.”
“Then go back to the newsroom!” Clark snapped, his nearly legendary patience exhausted. Because he didn’t particularly want to do it, either, but he didn’t see the point in spending the day complaining about it. “Just forget it, Lois, and go back to the newsroom and tell Perry you’re not doing it.”
She looked outraged, and then, in a split-second moment of calculation, she arranged her face into a pout instead. “You yelled at me.”
Wounded tones. She was very good at wounded tones.
This entire story was amazing. It was funny and serious and it had a plot, but there was plenty of griping and banter... I really have no idea who wrote it. I'm always terrible at this game LOL, but all of the woven style kind of reminds me of Sue, and if it's not Sue, it's someone from whom I should definitely be reading more work!
JD
