Hi Mary!
Working through some of the *cough cough* older material on the boards
“So,” he said, dropping one last kiss onto her hair before turning to look at her screen, “you seem awfully busy for someone who's not supposed to be at work, yet.”
Writing naughty fanfic about a reporter and a Superhero?
LOIS: …and then Vicki sighed at the sight of Batman’s strong, masculine chest…
which I want you to look over before we interview Superman.”
Clark nodded. “Okay, I'll--” He paused. “What was that last part?” he asked.
Yes…?
“Superman,” his wife repeated. “I know he's a busy person, but Jimmy says he managed to corner him at a rescue this morning, and that he agreed to make some time to meet with us.”
I’ll have to confess to have noticed the timestamp of this piece, so…
Clark stared at his wife. “Um, Lois?” he began. “How could Jimmy have spoken to Superman this morning?”
JIMMY: Umm…umm…okay, fine, I was out with Penny for a very late supper.
PENNY: Some call it breakfast, my Superman!
“But,” Clark continued after a long pause, “I was sound asleep this morning!”
Sleep rescuing?
LOIS: Also, the reason why *Jimmy* got the lead.
Lois gave him a mildly annoyed look. “I know,” she said, “and if you want to get the exclusives, Clark, then you'll need to step it up and quit being such a lazy-bones.”
See?
He scrutinized Lois, and found no indication that she was unwell or had been replaced by a pod-person.
So she does still have her broken-ankle bone scar?
“Lois, aren't you forgetting something kind of important?” he asked.
That he’s a really super lover?
Clark followed her, now beginning to wonder if he had, in fact, woken up this morning.
Woken. Yes. Still in the correct dimension? Well…
MXY:
Clark followed behind, surreptitiously checking the back of her head for any bumps.
Jimmy looked chagrined. “I'm sorry, Lois,” he said. “He just left five minutes ago. We were heading into the conference room when he heard a cry for help and took off. He said he'd try to drop by later, if he can.”
I do wonder how Lois got Jimmy to play along? Maybe just a trick to get Clark into the office?
“Um, Jimmy?” Clark asked, frowning at his friend, “what did this Superman look like?”
I'm going to go visit—er, call—my parents.
MARTHA: Oh, honey. Are you all right? This ‘Superman’, you say that you know him?
CLARK
“You already called his parents, right?” asked Perry.
Lois grinned. “Yep.”
“Oh, speaking of calls, that reminds me,” said Jimmy, “Bruce Wayne is on hold for you on line 1, and there's a message on your desk from some woman who only called herself Diana.”
What are *they* up to?
That was a fun one!
Michael