Lois didn’t need to be to work until noon on Monday. Jonathan Kent gave her a lift to the bookstore in his truck.
/sits back and waits for flashback with Martha/
She couldn’t believe she had actually considered staying by herself in the apartment that night and was glad that Clark had offered to let her stay with him.
Can't be with Clark. Can't be without. Hmm... maybe they could switch Lois stays at his parents' place, Clark in Lois's apartment?
She had conveniently forgotten to add her boyfriend’s name to the byline as promised.
Oops? So, will Lois get a chance to squash mosquitoes in her delivery room?
Lois’s heart had thudded loudly in her chest. Wow, the Wichita Eagle had a subscriber list of over fifty thousand.
Oh boy.
Clark would love to share in some of that praise, too, missy.
Looks like Ivy is upset with Lois. /gets popcorn/
How many fires had broken out in apartment buildings in that area of Hob’s Bay recently? She was beginning to wonder if there was an arsonist behind it all.
Oh dear. /sees a rescue coming up/
“Can I move in with you?” she had practically begged Martha after seeing the spread.
And I'm sure Claude would lie. And produce a certificate proclaiming his virginity if it helped him get into some pants.
Truly? Weeks? Goody, goody, gumdrops! Her inner passionate side was so reveling in this information that it regressed several decades.
“Is what, dear?”
Didn’t Tempus tell you that your descendants help create the utopian world that he hates? Wouldn’t that mean that Clark is built like a human male? Anatomically correct, that is.
Well, he has two...tentacles on his hips. Then there's the bullseye, the manual says you might push to activate him. And...
“I don’t know if I could have handled two of him.” Martha had laughed. “At once.”
I'm sure Lois could manage. After all, she has Ivy to assist. /imagines Clark's telepathy firing up when Lois and Clark consummate and then Kal and Ivy meet and figure things out for themselves./
“No! Like. Like. Definitely like,” Lois had clarified, extremely poorly. Neither her inner voice nor Martha believed her.
ois’s heart clunked around her ankles. “Lana?” And then fury had rumbled inside of her. “Lana Lang?”
“You know her? Oh, yeah, I guess you would. She was from Smallville, too, wasn’t she?” Martha had murmured softly.
. “It’s not Clark I’m angry at, Martha. Lana is a witch, a sorceress, an evil enchantress, bent on destroying young men. If she had anything to do with Clark’s phobia…”
/raises eyebrow/
Lois had gulped thinking sadly of her friend who had given her the globe. “He died.”
Jonathan gasped. “Hauling off what?”
Oops. The cat’s out of the bag now, deary.
“Superman’s space ship,” Lois murmured.
Oh dear.
“Lane! Superman, the Kents, and Maisie! Were you this good of an investigator when you worked for me? Why didn’t you ever say anything?”
Well, she just stumbled across them. Nothing fancy.
Gotcha, Lane. I’ll throw in a copy of the Wichita Eagle as well.
So, Clark's going to find out?
He didn’t need to know about the exclusion of his byline from the Wichita Eagle and his name would be on the Smallville Post’s own article. She would still share the check, and that should placate him.
He doesn't look like he can be bought. So, is breaking up with Lois over this the bad thing he does?
Michael