WARNING: The tenor of the fic turns dark here and there is a WHAM coming.
“I won’t lie to you anymore, Lois. I’ll tell you the truth one hundred percent.”
Lois nodded. Her eyes flickered in interest. “One hundred percent?”
So, is she already planning on how to make him suffer with the truth?
Lois took his hand again and squeezed it just a bit. “I do. I like them, Sam-I-Am.”
Looks like she's decided that some bullets are more important than others. Also, it feels like it's already sort of tied up. Except for Nigel knowing. He still needs to drink some poison.
Part 7?
Michael
PS: The WHAM warning was very mean. Clark only got a exposed to Kryptonite and a teeny tiny bit shot. Nobody suffered any permanent damage or ran off to marry Dan or something. You had me lot's of scared there.