Originally posted by Vicki:
Please, please, somebody smack that girl upside the head and tell her to snap out of it! I can't take much more of this! Aaaarg!!! It's totally in character, and does not give me the impression for one moment of "angst for angst's sake" - it's not like I think you are unnecessarily prolonging our agony here, but it's so hard to take! These chapters are almost painful to read. Please let her pick up on one of the many, many clues right in front of her face, soon!
The real problem is, for Lois to realize the truth of the matter, she'd have to first figure out that it's more likely that Clark's Superman and Superman's a clone, than to assume that there's Clark and then there's Superman. And so far, he hasn't done anything stupid, like drooling all over Lois. And yet, it's *soooo* frustrating to wait to have those clues that appear obvious to us revealed, proven to our own assumption, or even disproven. But then again, all will be revealed in the next 16 parts. Just a couple more weeks. No comparison to situations where you're in a multi-book cycle spanning by now 15 years and the secrets are still hidden behind POVs, some of them not even alive any longer. Now, *that's* agonizingly frustrating.
Perry took my arm and led me to the other side of the room; he knew me too well to think that I wouldn't have tried to stand close enough to hear their whispers. "What are we going to print in the afternoon edition?"
They *have* to both be in the know. What I don't get, is why doesn't Clark tell Lois. It's not like she'd be in any more danger since *he* already knows.
"Yeah," Perry said with a smile I could tell was forced. "Uh, yeah, he's Clark. You...you take care of him, all right? He...well, let's just say he needs you. Just...just be careful with him."
I'm *realllllly* reading this as he knows. And he's trying to have Lois take care of Clark.
"Just don't let Cat know," I warned, only partly sarcastically.
I'm sure she'd be having to give him lot's of TLC.
I mean, Clark was too weak to even stand on his own--did they think I'd just abandon him to go out chasing leads? The loud thump as I firmly shut the door behind them gave me a little vindictive satisfaction--and drowned out the quiet whisper in the back of my mind tempting me to do exactly that.
The scorpion and the frog "Please." Clark's mouth tightened, turning almost white, his lips tinged a pale blue. "Don't mention me in your story. I don't want my parents to show up while we're...in the middle of this."
Yes, he's taken such great care to hide them.
"Don't go," he protested. "I haven't seen you in so long."
Awww...
"Already?" Clark clearly struggled to sit up straight, his gaze moving to the news. "But I haven't heard about your latest girlfriend."
Oops. What does he want from Jimmy?
"Actually," Clark moved his gaze from another news report about Superman to Jimmy, "I needed to ask you something, Jimmy. As you can see, I can't go anywhere right now, but I need all my records on Luthor, and they're hidden quite a ways away. You still have your car?"
I'll admit, I wondered if he had stored them on the moon.
"But memorize them, Jimmy, and then burn the paper as fast as you can. And don't ever read or speak the directions out loud--you never know who's listening. And don't tell anyone where you're going. Can you do all that?"
Wouldn't it be best if he did it here?
"No. But why did you tell him he couldn't even keep the directions?"
"Luthor's dangerous, Lois."
Yes, 'Luthor'. Or his lovechild with a frog. I wonder if he's acting on Lex's warning to keep Superman a secret or if that's his doing alone, thinking nobody would believe him.
"I can't sit around and let other people do my running for me! And *Superman*, Clark--he's alive! Do you know what that means?"
"I think I do." His quiet words cut through my arguments and dampened the skitters of impatience sparking through my body. "It means you don't have to blame yourself anymore. It means you're freed of all the guilt you've heaped on yourself. It means your dreams...can still come true. It means a second chance."
One conversation. Two entirely different meanings.
"Clark," I finally whispered. I was reluctant to disturb him, but I knew he'd sleep better on the cot the police had set up under a window in the bedroom--the cot he had earlier made me promise would be his. "Clark, wake up."
A cot? But they'd been so comfortable last night.
"I don't know all the specifics, but...it makes me feel stronger, better, more alive."
I wonder why he keeps giving her clues. Does he want her to figure it our? Is he just not thinking clearly?
It was the same reply he had made when I asked if he dreamed of me, and I had the distinct impression that he considered it to be the same question.
Awwwwwww