Hi Tank,
I re-stumbled over this while gem while finding hair to sacrifice on the altar of
Mary’s May Scavenger HuntAnd I want to point out the nice
archived version!
Fanfic for fanfic, a nice tradition! I wonder if there’s enough to make for a Scavenger Hunt…
Lois glanced around as she took in all of her colleagues. Most of them turned back to their computer screens, purposely ignoring Gazza. Some resorted to hurling insults and jeers toward him, but none of them stepped up either. Every year he made the bet. Over the next few weeks, his team would play every one of the teams that his fellow scribes barracked for. He took on any comer. The first one to step up got to take on the bet. Of course, he had a pretty good record since Collingwood had been a strong contender for the last several years. His long wavy hair was testament to his team’s successes.
The amount of research that went into this by a non-Aussie!
Still, what kind of fan was she if she didn’t have faith in her guys?
One who’s hair didn’t get entangled in a ceiling fan?
Lois cocked her head and looked him straight in the eye. “Unless you’ve changed them; the winner shaves the loser’s head, and the loser has to wear the winner’s colors for a week.”
Which satisfies the first part of the Hunt’s rules.
“Did I hear that right? Did you just bet your hair on a footy match?”
Lois didn’t even look up from her screen. “Yep.”
“Why?”
Also, to satisfy the FDK part of the FDK Scavenger Hunt.
They lost! Lois couldn’t believe it. She stared at her reflection in her bathroom mirror as she made herself ready for bed. Her hand strayed up to the shiny, dark locks that hung down to just brush her shoulders. Soon her shoulders would no longer feel the brush of those silken strands.
Oops?
She wasn’t completely bald, not that that was any real comfort. Her head would look like a man’s beard after a couple of days without shaving. A short, fine fuzz, less than a quarter of an inch long, covered her scalp now.
She couldn’t help herself. She reached up and rubbed her hand over her buzzed head. Of course, everyone else had to come and do so, also.
And the conclusion of Lois getting a new hairstyle.
Clark sat in her guest chair. “It’s just that not too many beautiful women would put themselves at risk like that, let alone follow through with it. Mayson certainly wouldn’t.”
Lois’ eyes widened. “You thought I was beautiful.”
Clark chuckled. “No, I think you are beautiful.” He shook his head. “Lois, something as transitory as a bad haircut isn’t going to change my opinion of you.”
Awwww
“You know, you claim to barrack for Hawthorn too. If you were a real fan you’d let Gazza buzz your hair too. We could be pathetic, buzzed Hawk fans together.”
A look of panic quickly crossed Clark’s face.
“Ah, I’m sorry Lois, but I can’t do that.”
He’d win the bet against the shears.
“No, Lois, you don’t understand.” He looked around then moved close and whispered so that only she could hear him. “I’m Superman.”
This was a nice little re-read!
Michael
but then he told her he was Superman.
No way. He is?