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her feet sinking into deep green wetness as she scrambled to escape.

A rock. All this over a rock.

She knew there was nobody to help her. Nobody to save her.

The crack of the shot and then the rock exploding in her hands.

But it was a dream.

Clark had never even met her and yet the news that she was alive had felt miraculous. Wondrous.

More than that – wherever he went he was cheered, welcomed and even loved.

He’d learned to compartmentalise his loneliness; to push it deep down until it became a low level ache inside – painful, but bearable.

Wells stood there, fist raised looking slightly flustered.

Funny, being late, considering I have a time machine.” He chuckled.

Or maybe he was stalling because he still had no idea what he would say to her.

“We have a genuine mystery on our hands,” Wells replied.

“You can do this, Mr. Kent,” Wells said softly, placing a reassuring hand on his back. “In fact, you may be the only one who can.”

And I refuse to assume that things will just magically fall into place because the universe supposedly says it should.

And we’ll need a store that sells something that would be appropriate for the year 1941.

March 8th 1941

council flat

Was that what happened to his parents? Lois still didn’t know and he refused to talk about it.

Now was not the time, especially since she knew that bear was the most important item he owned.

It had been six months since the air raids had begun, but they hadn’t gotten any less terrifying.

It was as if a part of her was afraid that if she let go of him for even a second, she would lose him.

He wasn’t hers, and yet he was.

She couldn’t leave him there. She just couldn’t.

He opened his mouth as if to say something, but she cut him off before he had the chance.

Except the man seemed to keep pace with her which was not something most people were easily able to do.

ARP Warden

He was kind and willing to look the other way on certain things such as people smuggling small pets into the shelter.

It put her on edge. Did he know her? Was he a part of her life before she’d lost her memory?

He’d found her and lost her in the same night.

They felt more like a promise – a window into what it might feel like to actually belong somewhere. And he had been searching for that as long as he could remember.

Clark had so many questions for her, but there hadn’t been time.

You’ll want to help. You’ll want to save people. It’s in your nature. But you can’t.

He hated that word – casualties. There was nothing casual about war or death.

He wasn’t sure he would be able to live with himself if he did what Wells was asking. And yet, he wasn’t sure he could live with himself if he left her there either.

He couldn’t just do nothing.

It was nearly impossible to avoid, however, and even as he worked to get one person out, another fell victim to the flames or the collapsing structure of the building.

He’d seen a lot since assuming the identity of Superman, but this was a new form of horror.

There were moments he almost doubled over and wept as he came across not just bodies, but sometimes just limbs.

And though the blood would wash off, he knew that in many ways, it was there for good.

Lois couldn’t let that happen. He was already so scared and so alone. He needed her.

She allowed her gaze to drift over to the dresser on the other side of the room where a small piece of rock sat atop it – the most unique shade of purple she had ever seen.

Instead, she was allowed emergency residency under the assumption that she had either a partner or family member fighting with the British army – an assumption she hadn’t bothered to correct.

Lois often wondered if he woke up every morning expecting to see the faces of the parents he’d lost, sleeping in the bed he once slept in

Though she’d stumbled into the job at the Daily Mirror, she quickly learned she had a knack for it, not to mention a willingness to go places others wouldn’t.

“Do you think that man from last night is okay, Lolo?” Jamie asked quietly.

“I’m sure he’s fine, little bear,” she told him, hoping the use of the endearment she had for him would put him at ease.

Built in the art-deco style of the 1920s, it was a large multi-story stone building with lots of geometric detail and large steel-framed windows that flooded the interior of the building with light. It stretched over an entire city block, housing not just the editorial areas, but the printing presses as well.

Her editor had told the employees on more than one occasion that the Mirror was a daily paper and would come out every day.

It was necessary to let people think she had a British husband overseas in order to stay in London and it was necessary for people to think that Jamie was her son who had been evacuated and sent home again because he missed her. Lois knew that if the wrong people got wind of the fact that she had found him and taken him in, she could lose him.

The men she worked with had made no secret about their disdain for a woman reporter – especially one with a child. Though all were expected to “do their part” right now to help the war effort, Lois knew that she was expected to do so somewhere more befitting her sex.

it always simply read ‘by Staff Reporter’.

Seems the Cafe de Paris was destroyed last night.

Lois had already done one story on it, calling it a symbol of defiance and hope. A way for the people of London to say that they would not be terrified into submission.

Towards the front of the building she saw the figure of a man.

“It…it’s you,” he said, sounding slightly shocked.
“And you,” Lois replied, feeling oddly out of breath, though she couldn’t explain why.

The smoke had cleared, but Clark still had trouble breathing.

But the costume wasn’t here, and he was the one who needed saving.

Clark closed his eyes, trying to imagine they were in a park in Metropolis. He tried to imagine that they were sitting there watching people walk to and fro, going about their daily lives with a coffee in hand as they talked.

All he saw were bodies.

“You got involved,” Lois said, with no judgement in her voice. The first rule of journalism – keep your distance from the story. Don’t let it get personal. But it was a rule that no good reporter could abide by and they both knew it. “You tried to help. You risked your life.”
“I had to,” he croaked, trying desperately to keep his emotions at bay. “I tried and it wasn’t enough. I…I couldn’t…”

It’s all any of us can do.” A soft breeze wafted through the air blowing gently through Lois’ hair and he felt something inside him stir.

Suddenly he wondered – was he right to try and interfere with that? What if she was happy here? Was he right to try and bring her back because of some misguided notion that they belonged together? He didn’t believe in soul mates, after all.

“A collaboration between the Mirror and the Planet then?” He said, trying to sound as casual as possible and failing miserably.

“That sounds like fun.”

He would do anything she asked him to.

She didn’t want to have to start all over again.

Jamie knew to call her ‘Mama’ in public if he had to, though it hadn’t happened often and she didn’t let many people get close enough to ask too many questions.

Nobody had smiled at her like that in a long time.

Having no memories meant that she had no sense of what she’d lost. She had nothing and nobody to mourn. She might have had friends, family…she might have been married and have children of her own.

But he wasn’t in uniform and somehow she knew that he wasn’t a soldier at heart.

“You look good,” she said, before she could stop herself. He raised an eyebrow and she felt herself blush. “I mean, you clean up…good.”

Working with Clark was surprisingly easy. He had a tendency to edit her spelling which she found supremely irritating,

Yes, quite,” Mr. Wells said with a small smile. “I apologise for being late, Mr. Kent

I’ve taken up too much time with my tardiness as it is. Funny, being late, considering I have a time machine.”

1941

You must stay out of it, and let these events unfold as they are meant to.”

Lois woke the next day with Jamie snuggled up against her, clutching her tightly.

Though she’d stumbled into the job at the Daily Mirror, she quickly learned she had a knack for it, not to mention a willingness to go places others wouldn’t.

“Lane and Kent,” she said with a grin. “It has a nice ring, don’t you think?”

There are things I’ve never told anyone. Things I…I want to trust you. That’s a big deal for me. I need you to know that.”

Something had gone wrong with the time machine causing an electrical disturbance that the local radar had mistaken for an attack.

Even if I did tell her who I am, I don’t think I could convince her to leave him here.”

Will you…will you fly with me?”

After all, an unidentified object spotted in the sky could very well trigger another air-raid.”

“Don’t be sad, Mr. Kent,” Jamie said, looking at Lois with a trusting smile. “Whatever it is, Lolo will sort it. She always does.”

Jamie Evans did as well. Tonight, as a matter of fact. In an air raid.”

They climbed in and Clark sat there, dazed, holding Jamie and Lois in his arms as the controls on the machine whirred to life, taking them away to safety.

Always,” he promised her. “Let’s go to work.”

She’d been very careful about the questions she’d answered – in fact, in many ways, she had been just as evasive as he had been.

“Sounds like your editor is an idiot,” Clark said. Lois laughed, appearing surprised at his bluntness.

For the millionth time, he brushed away the thought that the other Clark would have handled this better.

The other Clark was a hero, but he felt like just a guy who put on tights sometimes in an attempt to help make things better.

He smiled apologetically, registering in surprise that she’d called him by his name.

He wished he could tell her that at the Daily Planet she had been highly respected by everyone she knew, but he knew it wasn’t the time.

He wasn’t used to anyone considering his feelings when it came to what he went through. To the rest of the world, he was invulnerable in almost every way.

He longed to pick up the phone and call someone, but even if he were in his own time, there was nobody for him to call. His pain had always been his own.

Clark couldn’t help but admire the will to continue to try after being attacked over and over again.

He’d convinced himself that she was the answer to his loneliness, and was now realising how deeply unfair that was to both of them.

It was dangerous for him to want.
But he did. He couldn’t help it.

It was the store owner who swept the debris away from his front door and opened like clockwork every morning, even if the rest of the shops around him were on fire.

It was even more terrifying to know that out there somewhere was a nameless, faceless enemy who knew her, even if she didn’t know them.

She had a feeling that he was the type of person who took it upon himself to save the world.

“Says who?” She demanded, feeling inexplicably angry at these people, whoever they were, for making him feel as if he wasn’t good enough.

“You have to get to the shelter!” he was saying to her – she had never heard anyone sound so scared.

“I need you to stay calm,” Clark was telling her – his voice gentle but firm. It reassured her in a way nothing else could have. She wasn’t alone.

If she didn’t know any better, she would swear he was trying to see right through it.

Clark seemed to snap back to attention.

Lois was surprised by how comfortable Jamie was talking to him. He was usually quite shy with most people.

Something in his reaction told her this meant something to him, though she had no idea why.

Wells looked slightly surprised. Clark grimaced.

“I can’t just let people die,” Clark argued, his face hot with both shame and indignance.

"I just thought that after all I put you through with the other Lois and Mr. Kent that –”
“I needed this,” Clark said, his voice hoarse.

“Well of course not,” Wells retorted incredulously. “Did you honestly think that just because she’s your soul mate that it would be that easy?”
“I…” Clark’s mouth opened and closed for a moment in surprise at Wells’ words. He had thought it was supposed to be easy.

"Upon further analysis, I discovered it would make a suitable alternative fuel source for the time travel machine,” Wells admitted.

The coldness seemed to spread over her, numbing her. Had she gotten him all wrong? Who was he?

His eyes widened when she pulled it out and the look he gave her almost tore her in two.

She was afraid because he was a man. She was afraid because he had unintentionally physically intimidated her and because he had been in her apartment late at night.

“What is this? A threat? A reminder that you can get to me – to Jamie anytime you want?”
“No, I —” oh, God, he had never thought she’d see it like that.

“I thought I could,” she said sadly, finally looking him in the eye. He immediately wished she hadn’t. He felt something inside him break a little.

Lois wondered if part of the reason she was so resistant to believing Clark’s story was that she found it almost impossible to believe there was a future for any of them. Was there any sort of world in which the Germans didn’t win?

“You’re right, that’s a lie,” he said heavily. “But if I told you the truth you would only think me even more insane.”

“More insane than telling me that I’m really from the future and I was thrown back in time by a magic rock? More insane than that?”
To her surprise, Clark chuckled.
“Yeah, more insane than that, believe it or not,” was all he said.

“She’s not a cook, she’s my housekeeper,” he admitted. “Technically tea is not one of her duties but she does it so well and I’m not in the best of health.”

She’d barely noticed the cup of tea being placed in front of her, or the fact that HG Wells had made himself scarce.

Either way, the only thing he ever said was: It’s because of me. It’s because of me.

“For what it’s worth, I know what it’s like to have to hide parts of yourself in order to be accepted. It’s hard and exhausting and it breaks you down a little bit every single day.”

She wanted to love him.

“Yes,” he told her. He stood up and held out his hand to her. “Will you…will you fly with me?”

It felt like a gift – a kind of acceptance he’d never received from anyone.

He realised that even the other Lois had never truly accepted him for who he was. The moment she’d arrived in his dimension, she had made it her mission to mold him into the man she’d loved in her own.

He realised that even the other Lois had never truly accepted him for who he was. The moment she’d arrived in his dimension, she had made it her mission to mold him into the man she’d loved in her own.

Her body pressed against his and he had to close his eyes for a second to keep from being overwhelmed by it. Her hair smelled faintly of rain and fresh air. When he opened his eyes, she looked up at him, her own dark eyes wide with nerves and a kind of anticipatory thrill that seemed to run between them like an electric current.

Knowing who to trust had to have been a minefield.

He wasn’t the hero the other Lois had tried to create. He didn’t know where that line was between man and myth. And he would eventually have to break her heart.

But up here, there was just the sky.

The silence between them was profound, broken only by the slight movements she made in an effort to be closer, the whisper of the wind against their skin and the rhythm of her heartbeat as it seemed to beat in sync with his.

All I know is that when Wells told me he’d found you, I knew I needed to be the one to bring you home.

and damn the timeline

She had promised to take Jamie to St. James’ park and had invited Clark to come.

“He seems sad…like he’s lookin’ for somethin’,” Jamie told her.

It had barely left his arms since the false alarm.

The ornamental lake that used to be there was gone – drained and replaced with temporary government buildings.

She wondered if the world had somehow recovered from the devastation that this war had brought and resolved to ask Clark about it later.

How strange it was not to know if she’d ever been in love.

a football, though where he’d found one was anybody’s guess.

Jamie had been right – they were similar. There was a kinship there that seemed almost instinctual. She might even envy it if it wasn’t so obvious that both Clark and Jamie seemed so happy together.

“He deserves to know what happened.”

“He asked you not to interfere as well, didn’t he?” Lois asked him, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Look, I can fly!”

You’re just a man. That has to be enough.”
“But I’m not,” Clark said softly, sadly. “I’m different. I have these abilities to help people. I thought it would be simple, but I don’t know how to live with these choices.

He glanced over to see Jamie was watching them carefully.

But he still couldn’t shake the feeling that he was Superman in name only – that he was wearing someone else’s borrowed clothes and that eventually he was going to make a mistake so monumental everyone would know he was a fraud.

“Then I won’t,” he promised, pulling her close once more for a quick, fierce kiss. “But I do.”

She sat up, moving into his lap in between desperate kisses. She needed this. She needed him. She felt like she could do anything when he touched her.

“It could,” Wells admitted. “But I can’t help but think that if that young lad was meant to die tonight, how much harm can it be to take him to Metropolis? Maybe he’s just listed as dead because his body is never found. Maybe this was what was intended all along.”

Clark, we need to find him before –”
It was too late. As if summoned, the wail of the air raid siren began to sound and she shook with fear.

“Not helping, Wells,” Clark snapped.

It felt like everything was ending.

He would grieve and mourn later, but he knew he would never question this choice.

A single paw from Jamie’s stuffed bear Snowy could be seen crushed under the rocks.

Metropolis - March 20th, 1997

She could only imagine how lonely he must have been.
It was only now she realized how lonely she had also been.

“You gave me the courage to be the person everyone else thinks I am,” he told her simply. “Everyone here calls me Superman, but you taught me how to be him.”

“Lex Luthor,” he told them.

“Always,” he promised her. “Let’s go to work.”

/peeks in/

Marks story as
KSaraSara

Because she can't help herself.
But that's not her way of doing m-dashs and ellipses. This cannot be Sara. There's also no heart listening.

And it's set in London during the Blitz. I trust Mary to be able to research the hell out of it, but would she change her m-dashing? She changed her sentence spacing, though. And the story is really long. Goes with
Michael

I was hooked from start to finish! Read it all in one sitting. On the one hand the purple kryptonite makes me think of on the other hand the style is also similar to Need a moment to mull things over before I decide on a final guess.

What a journey! At first I was a little meh because I don't like many alt-Clark stories. But as I kept reading, I quickly fell in love with the premise. And it was so well written. Every moment is just perfect. I love that Clark doesn't just buy the whole soul mates thing and that he's still figuring out his place in the world. And Lois having taken in a kid was great. Jamie is so sweet.
I'm kind of hoping for a sequel to check in and see how he's adapting to living in the future.
As for the author... it reminded me some of BlueOwl but there were of few things that made me think maybe not. I'm leaning more toward the popular guess of KSarasara.

Wow what a ride. This is so heart wrenching and my gut tightened every time the Germans dropped more bombs in them. The way you described all that devastation and fear, but also Lois' stubborn refusal to give up was done so well. The whole story made me feel so grateful that after everything that happened our people were able to move past it.

Even looking back it seems so unlikely.

A lot of little hints have me believe this was written by someone who grew up in Britain. I think this is the work of

Ok, so first, I'll try to keep my notes coherent for this because LONDON DURING THE BLITZ??? I'm SUCH a sucker for this premise, and the story doesn't disappoint. I was up past three one night, tearing my way through to the ending in one go. It's so heart rending and I feel like it’s the SUCH A GREAT ENDING for alt-Clark, who has surely deserved it after all years of him getting often tragic and damaged Loises. But I loved this version of alt-Clark, and yes, the romance/emotional story, too. But it was the STRUCTURE of the thing overall that was so satisfying for me. In the LONDON BLITZ. Just hits all of my buttons. Ok, here we go:

YAY I'm glad there are other people out there who love wartime stories set during the Blitz! And thank you ahead of time for your detailed and WONDERFUL comments! You really made me see things in a new light. I am going to reply to all three comments because you took so much time I feel it's only fair.

PART 1

Love the word choice for verbs in this section but the ambiguity of the 'deep green wetness' somehow makes this WORSE; really evocative.

Thank you!

On nooooooo....

This is particularly crushing because we know that there SHOULD be. And because we know he could get there, if only he knew where she was. So, doubly tragic.

Oh, yikes.

🧐

Awww

This is a really great extension to the world building on the show, where everyone knew that alt-Clark was Superman, but we weren't entirely sure how that was going to go for him. But this sounds like it's working out overall.

To a point, yes.

...perfectly healthy.

Ha ha! No kidding, right?

“Sorry,” Clark said somewhat sheepishly, standing back to let the small man enter.
Great interaction here, lol. I always love a flustered Wells.

I had a bit of fun with Wells. I've never really written him much before.

THANK YOU! And yes, this is funny.

I got a kick out of the irony lol

Too cute!

Love it!

I think that this is the best version of Wells. He's not a hero, he's not really great in a fight or in a pinch, but he has a Lois Lane level of faith in people, and particularly in Clark. I know it's because he knows how this works out (or should), but he still uses his knowledge in a really kind, warm way.

Yeah I always liked his character. I didn't always care for the idea that they create a Utopian society especially since telling them (and us) that it all works out takes some of the tension out but his character is always a hoot.

I love this for the character, in the obstacle that it gives him and but also in the meta aspect - because as a reader, I feel pretty confident that it will work out, lol.

Aww... back when they had cotton clothes instead of mostly plastic blends. Can they take me shopping there, too? But earnrstly, shopping with Wells just feels delightfully absurd.

Oh man I totally would have written that chapter if I'd had more time!

I re-read this date like 3 times because I was so surprised that you were going here. Great event to isolate.

I did SO much research for this lol. I eventually settled on this one because of how devastating it was and how close it was to the REALLY destructive campaign on the 18th/19th.

This is when I started to think it was a British writer.

Heh. No, but I did live in Scotland for a year so I picked up a LOT.

Oh, nooooo.... I was wondering if this was why he was still in London all the way into 1941.

Yeah

I loved the teddy bear is splashed across the story and how you it was used, from intro to nickname to mid-bombing location device. It's somehow more heart-rending to think that the teddy bear sees so many bombings - including the one that kills Jamie's parents and the one that nearly kills him. Really great metaphor for the effect of war on innocence. And, of course, I can't help but link Snowy to the bear that Clark wins for Lois in our primary Metropolis.

I didn't even think of the bear in GGOH! After reading these comments I realized I never really said what happened to the bear so when I put the story on A03, I made a few changes including Clark repairing Snowy and Jamie sleeping with him in his arms in the hospital. I just couldn't leave him like that lol

Yeah... he really needs to get her out of there. It's March, so this gets worse before it gets better.

It really does.

This is the most 'mom' sentence ever written.

Ha ha! I am going to take that as a HUGE compliment cause...yeah.

She's got a pair of these, then. And it's actually really sweet to slot a new character/little kid into the linked souls group that we see in Soul Mates.

It was weird, when I pictured the story, Lois had a kid. I didn't even know why, but I just knew he had to be there.

I like that this line is separated out because of the extra drama it's lent by that, but also because it separates it a little more from her own experience with the soldiers helping her -- because, while she doesn't know it, this is only half the reason she's about to go back for a man during an air raid, lol.

That's somehow the perfect introduction, her just interrupting and yelling at him, lol. And after he spent all that time worrying about what to say to her!

Ha ha! That's just SO Lois Lane, though, right?

Absolutely darling detail to incorporate into an AIR RAID, when we usually think of this scenario in terms of reporting.

Ha ha! Thank you!

At this point, I started wondering if the author was British, or just a stunning researcher. Because I know (and know of) published (mostly American) authors who don't bother with even mentioning the tickets for deep-level shelters, let alone adding in ARP wardens anywhere but walking down a street yelling 'lights out!' So. Wow. I'm impressed.

Oh wow that's an incredible compliment considering how far down the rabbit hole I went lol. A lot of this I knew, and a lot I did have to research, but I also have a degree in history and a good chunk of my degree was spent on British and early Canadian history so I already had a foot in the door so to speak.

Ok, well, now I'm in love with Tom. Was he based on someone, in your own life or in history?

Ha ha! No, not at all. I just wondered what people did with their pets during air raids and in my research found that some ARP Wardens allowed small animals to be smuggled in and I couldn't imagine leaving my cat behind lol.

Oof, yikes, bad start, Clark. I also kind of love that he's in trouble before he even says ANYTHING!

Aw, poor guy!

Ugh, that's so Sweet!

Great device to use on us, too.

I feel like... nahhhhhh... Clark's not going to do this, lol. But what a great obstacle to put up to really plunge him into despair while he's here! And it's also great because this is historically a problem that Lois Lane can solve.

Ha ha! Yeah Wells is an idiot to drop him into a war and say "don't save anyone".

Love this detail. Excellent.

It's a personal pet peeve of mine -- that word.

And this is how you trap Superman. If more villains understood this kind of mental paradox, he'd have been a goner long ago.

VERY true.

YAY!

Ugh, that's devastating.



So this whole section is brutal, of course, but it really does a credible job of landing us in a collapsing building during the bombings, detailed and emotional.

That's a brilliant line.

Thank you!

That's so heart wrenching. Especially coming from a woman whom we assume had Sam and Ellen as parents.

Huh.

Clever. It's amazing how she retained enuogh of her personality/instincts/training as a reporter to just keep sneaking her way into places.

Ooof, Author.

I wish I'd had more time to explore Jamie's experience.

Wow. Yeah, lucky that she 'stumbled' into it. Why do I have a feeling that she gravitated to it?? I love that Lois always ends up in a similar profession. And I also love that here, the reader has a little more knowledge than Lois about who she is/what she does/what's coming. It makes it more fun, and helps to balance the backdrop of the Blitz.

It's sweet that he's still thinking of Clark. It makes it feel like the connection can be between the three of them, and really sets up the family feel.

The nickname really got me.

I'm glad! I call my daughter a similar nickname

Is this intentionally set up to remind of us of the Planet??

Ha ha! No, not at all. I researched what the building looked like back then and did my best to describe it.

This so deeply vibes with the mindset of the time. Nice touch.

Yeah that was also a product of research -- finding out what would still be working and functional the day after.

So she's under quite a bit of threat here.

So infuriatingly frustrating and SO perfectly on target for the time period.

Yeah there were VERY few war time reporters that were women.

While this is good for the history books, and a nice workaround to messing up the timeline, I just want to slap her editor.

It's actually something that happened as well. I read about a few women who reported on the war and initally didn't get the byline.



GOOD! That's right in line with her character. Love this.

It's almost as if she were drawn to him, lol

Yay! And I love where you're taking the soulmate bond vibe here!

Awww, poor guy.

That packs an emotional wallop.
This is such an innocent daydream for him, just wishing for the mundanity of the little moments. So in character.

And then, yeah, gut punch.

I wonder if she's more or less willing to jump in without checking the water level here? Maybe less willing, since she has to look out for Jamie? but regardless, I love that this puts them on the same level with 'they both knew it.' It makes them both more vulnerable.

Yeah I definitely made her a little more tentative here. She's a bit less likely to call out the sexism of the day because she needs the job and less likely to make waves because she's trying to stay under the radar.

I know you're not literally writing magic, but this feels like a universe-given sign. She literally utters the magic Lois to Superman words and the wind picks up. Sweet and a lot of fun!

Oh, MAN, this Clark cannot resist putting things in his own way! This does make it a lot trickier, though.

I feel like this is the equivalent of asking Clark if he'd like to meet Santa.

HA HA HA HA!



Oh, no, he doesn't believe in soul mates at aaaaaalllllll...

Great, emotional, heart tugging reasons to not want to trust someone!

Really smart kid. Perfect fit for her.

I had a HELL of a time thinking of a name for him to call her that sounded affectionate, but not directly maternal.

Awww. The love in wartime trope is so perfectly ooey gooey.

"It's the not knowing that kills you." (...or something like that.)

EXACTLY

That's a fully loaded statement for the reader.


Adorable.

This an adorable detail, too, to carry over to the alt-universe.

Part 2... (I'll post part 2 separately, and I'll plan to finish this story before the GTA deadline).

Okay. I think this is my new favorite Alt-Clark-finds-his-Lois story. I found some quotes I wanted to drool over, but I've lost them... They were great though, so perfect.