Hi Sara!
Here’s number 6. “This isn’t fair!”
/sends hugs/
Also, I realized while writing FDK, I’m still looking for humorous quips despite the personal subject matter.
They’re meant for the story!
the dumplings we had for dinner from our favorite local Chinese food place were made of lead.
This is nicely done, having Lois consider non-digestible food as a reference point.
CLARK: Honey, those dumplings are a wonderful fortification for my next meeting with Lex. Thank you for being so thoughtful.
But the guilt of it doesn’t feel as bad as the lead dumplings do,
Incompatible biology. Because no matter how much he looked like an ordinary man nor how utterly human his heart was, Clark was an alien.
Hey, you can’t even crossbreed a Lois and a Lex successfully, imagine how much worse the chances are when one’s not just inhuman but non-human.
And it’s something we somehow neglected to talk about all this time, being so cavalierly naïve about our biological compatibility.
Yeah, they kind of … fit so we’ll together after all.
Not until a few months ago, but even then, we just . . . assumed that typical methods of birth control would be enough for us. How gutting to know that it didn’t even matter anyway.
They could just stop with birth control and disprove science. Maybe it’s even enough if they simply abstain from abstaining?
My every instinct is to push the tears away, but I think I need to let them come. Especially since Clark isn’t here. The very last thing I want is to hurt him more, and I know it kills him to see me cry.
Poor dear! And poor Sara! No funny quips here
A low wail escapes me, and I clap my hand over my mouth, hoping desperately he didn’t hear it somehow.
This is so adorably sad!
I’m feeling so unmoored. The very idea of having children was something . . . well, it never was an idea, not until more than a year of dating Clark. Even then, the thoughts were abstract, some nebulous thing that would be nice in the future.
Oh dear, what if the notion of Superman’s descendants survives the mind wipe in Tempus Fugitive?
Maybe that’s a silly notion, since I’m always waiting for him whether I’m on the bed or couch, but it makes my heart feel better and makes it easier to drift off to sleep.
Also, not a cold empty *big* bed she can’t share. Couch isn’t so lonely
. “This isn’t fair,” I say in a hoarse whisper, my throat raw from the crying earlier.
Title! Also, will he notice the streaks from the tears?
The suit was either dirty or he’s upset with Superman, maybe both.
Bad Superman. No Lois for you tonight.
“I love you too.” For a moment, I’m at a loss for what else I can say, and we lie there in silence.
Which is why you answer “I know” instead to “I love you “.
. “We’ve done impossible things before . . .”
Awwww … she still has desperate, defiant hope.
We’ve done impossible things before.
The end
And a typical adage to the sentence: “naked”.
This was heartfelt and heartwrenching.
Michael
I know it's not exactly a comic-driven line, but it really tickles me!
