Told ya that I'll be back
“So I take it you decided that then wasn’t the time to break up with her?” Lois asked.
:rolleyes:
Clark awoke the next morning to the sound of his name, spoken softly by a woman.
“Lane,” he whispered, opening his eyes.
“Clark?”
Mayson. Right.
hmmm
“I know you like me, Clark. We have a good time together. But other than that... I don’t think you even see me as a girlfriend... let alone anything else.”
Clark looked down at his hands.
She reached out to gently play with his hair. “I guess what I’m saying is that I deserve better.”
So how many parts was that, ML? 6 or something I think...
That small amount of electricity from the lightning strike must have scrambled her brain or something. The noise, the weird sensation of images fading in and out.
Ooops. Somebody got powers. Somebody got powers
except... everything seemed to be in the wrong places. The pictures on the wall were too low.
She sat up in bed and then yelped when her head hit something. Hard - although she couldn’t really say it had hurt. She looked up and then gasped when she realized she’d hit her head on the ceiling. With a crash, she dropped back to the bed.
“Oh, right. Well, I must have reached over and hit the snooze button because...”
“...you pulverized your alarm clock.” It wasn’t a question.
She shrugged. “I didn’t realize it at the time, but... yeah
When Kent answered, for some reason her vision flickered and she found herself staring at a wide expanse of male chest - a very tantalizing male chest. And unlike when she’d seen her landlord and Jimmy without clothes, this experience had a very different effect on her. She blinked and Kent was again clothed. She fought her immediate impulse to make his clothing disappear again.
This is so good, ML.
She studied him for a long moment. Maybe he just needed a little push in the appropriate direction. “Well, not unless you can fly,” she said.
“What?”
“Unless you can...” She made a wavy motion with her hands. “...you know... fly.”
9 hours, 20 minutes and counting. And I'm still betting my money on '92, Lois getting arrested for the Starlabs gig.
Michael