Originally posted by MLT:
1. Everyone who thought that the reason Lois had to change apartments was because of her cooking abilities raise your hand. 
Well, at least I managed to figure out why she chose this apartment and why the wallpaper covered the ceiling. Sort of. You really are ingenious, ML
The burnt water was just wow. Now I finally know
“Yeah...” she responded. He didn’t need to spell it out. If they kept going much longer, rule number one was going to be broken. Problem was, at the moment she wasn’t quite sure why that was a bad thing.**
“Yeah, I can remember how effective your therapy was,” Clark said. “You had my mind so entirely on... other things... that I wasn’t worrying about hurting you.”
“Just call me Florence Nightingale,” she said with cocky grin.
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s what I meant by ‘other things.’ All I could think about in that moment was Florence Nightingale.”
She gave his arm a swat. “Okay... so what’s next? Hey, isn’t this about the time that John Doe showed up... challenging President Garner for the presidency?”
Clark nodded, looking through the next few stories on his computer. After a moment, he gave his head a shake. “I guess he never showed up in this reality,” he said.
“But, Clark, if he didn’t show up...”
You realize that you just left us hanging there with the hint of Lane/Kent nookie and no way of knowing whether they did finally got back to scoring or not, don't you?
A sudden commotion coming from the next room interrupted her thoughts. Both Lois and Clark leapt to their feet, rushing to the door. When Lois got there first and threw it open, they were confronted by the sight of men with guns, holding the entire newsroom in their sights.
Uh, Claude got a government outfit. He brought the green-K in to disable the infiltrating alien, and now we have Trask and goons to take care of the filthy, infiltrating alien that is shacking up with the female traitor to humanity. And after the whole Smallville mess, nobody can say it isn't justified.
You are not by any chance considering a twelve hour posting schedule, aren't you. Just so you can easily set an analog alarm clock for twelve o'clock and not worry about how often it had rung since the last time you posted?
Hm, I didn't yet state that I loved this part, did I? Okay, here it goes: I loved this part.
Michael
