Jaxon ambushed her as soon as she sat down at her desk. “What was that about?”

Clark kept an ear on their conversation.

“He accused me of cheating at cards.”

Clark sighed. That woman could lie on a dime.

“You two spend a lot of time together,” Jax continued. “At work and off. Is there something going on there?”

Lie, Lois, lie. He guided her with his mind. And then he realized that, if she did lie, she would say they were involved. He glanced over at her and found her staring at him.

“Jaxon,” she said, turning her back on Clark and lowering her voice. “Jaxon. Jaxon.” She shook her head. “Do you think I would ever speak about my friend Clark here at the office? Especially when he’s standing less than thirty feet away.”

Jaxon gulped. “Oh, right.”

Clark grinned. Super hearing, score one.

I actually saw what I could only describe as fear in Kal’s eyes when I suggested he come with me to talk to Sam. I wonder if it has to do with…

"Don’t do anything rash.”

She grinned at him with an innocent expression he didn’t believe. “Who? Me?”

“Lois?”

She made a noise that sounded like an “Eeeppp” and made a swift shake no with her head.

“Actually, gentlemen, Clark and I were just on our way to find you. Do you think we could go somewhere private to discuss this over lunch?”

“Let’s go to my penthouse. We can order up something,” Mr. Olsen suggested, leading the way.

When they arrived to Mr. Olsen’s apartment, which was the entire top floor of Lois Lane’s former apartment building, Clark was still in the dark on her plan.

“Quite forward of you, Ms. Lane. I have what I need. I tried the party lifestyle at first. It didn’t suit me.”

“You still like pastrami, don’t you, Lois?”

Clark watched as the thought of pastrami turned Lois’s weak stomach.

Day 5

Dear Clark;

Unless he's a college-drop-out overweight attendant at the gas station in Goondockville, Middle of Nowhere, picking his nose while nursing a beer and riffling through the latest batch of nudie mags.

Yeah. Like the photo of Lex ax-murdering President Doe.

/imagines Lois as the hard-core steak eater/

Is he talking bums or rats?

I think I heard that one before, too. Not that I mind. It's just so much fun, matching up alt-verse stories. After all, there are only so many options with the classics that you can do

Lex didn't like Clark. I think he was amused by him, though. Like a visitor at the zoo is amused by a monkey throwing his feces at the glass.

Umm... did you mix your personas there. She's writing letters to Clark. Why would she address him as 'C.K.' and in third person, to boot?

Yeah, but no killing with glowy rocks for another seven-and-a-half months, either.

<<enter plug for Beta Readers, here... Thanks again to Lynn who volunteered first!>>

Right, undercover Lois is going to give up the goods already... Not.

Isn't that Bruce Waynes get-up? Sorry, Jimmy... I mean, James Olsen isn't Batman. Although, he could be. Hmmmm.

“I just realized I’ve been spelling stubborn wrong all this time. It is spelled Y-O-U.” Clark threw up his hands.

“Be nice to me, Clark Kent,” she mumbled under her breath as they walked down the street. “I know how to kill you.”