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Wrong Place, Wrong Time, Wrong Clark TOC can be found HereThank you for reading. Please respond with comments here.
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Sounds like they're slowly moving forward on the intimate front. In the meantime, Lois STILL believes he arrived on Earth (AN Earth) as an adult and not a mere babe. I did think that her dream was kind of cognitively similar to the NK arc (at least at the end). While she has no residual memory from the NKers arriving, I'm guessing the loss of Superman to war is universal.
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx. JONATHAN: A jinx? CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me. -"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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Hi, Christina, thanks for commenting. Sounds like they're slowly moving forward on the intimate front. In the meantime, Lois STILL believes he arrived on Earth (AN Earth) as an adult and not a mere babe. I did think that her dream was kind of cognitively similar to the NK arc (at least at the end). While she has no residual memory from the NKers arriving, I'm guessing the loss of Superman to war is universal. There may have been some allusions to the NK arc in this part, but they were purely on my side not the characters. Neither of them have any memory nor any knowledge of the NKers. Lois was trying to rationalize Clark's reason for leaving Rach-El without having all the facts. Since he's so brave and strong (as Superman), perhaps he was leaving for war or mandatory selective service (a logical reason -- in her opinion -- for any young man to become intimate with a woman before leaving for a non-specific time). Krypton is a completely different planet where people fly, therefore Lois's fantasy rationalizations don't have to actually be... rational.
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I really need to get to the FDK-FDK-FDK sometime soon… The phone was answered before the second ring. “Clark?” Lois inquired, even though she knew only he would answer his phone. “Huh? Oh…Lois?” a woman’s voice answered before exploding in a fit of giggles. “Stop it, Clarkie! Don’t you see I’m on the phone?” “Mayson…?” was the only thing Lois could whisper back into the phone before the receiver fell from her fingers. Suddenly, Clark sounded more awake. “Is everything all right?” No, everything’s not all right. Your girlfriend/fiancée/work wife just had a fit of horniness and needs something to take the edge off. Psychic dream? “I hope not.” Lois smiled. /cocks eyebrow/ “No, Clark! I don’t need you to come over.” Want, on the other hand… Need. Want. What’s the diff? Funny aside, “The NeedWant” is the name of the town’s watering hole / brothel in SciFi-Channel’s Defiance. She paused long enough for him to respond, but he said nothing. Her brow furrowed. “Clark?... Clark?... Clark!”
Had he hung up on her? Maybe he really had minded. CLARK: One thousand polar bears and one. One thousand polar bears and two. “Fine. Be that…” She started to say into the phone, before a sound from the living room interrupted her. “I’ve got to go. There’s someone tapping at my window.” Really? Into the phone? Hmm… In case someone’s listening in! Only one man would dare tap on her window in the middle of the night. And he ain’t interested in taking the edge off. Then, again, Clark had keys. Why would he come to her window? So he wouldn’t presume? Knife? No, she hadn’t trained in knife fighting. Defending herself from someone else trying to stab her, she could do. Rolling pin? Great second object. Only Lois didn’t bake, so she didn’t own one.
“Be realistic, Lane,” she muttered to herself. Maybe she should invest in a bat? I hear they make specially coated ones in Smallville, to help even with naughty farmboys who climb into Sheriff’s Daughter’s windows. Gun? Lois didn’t have one of those either; mostly because of her leap first before testing the water level ideology. Wouldn’t it be awkward if she accidentally shot Lex Luthor through the closed front door? NIGEL: Very awkward, sir. And I just stepped aside after jimmying the lock for Mr. Luthor, too. Frying pan? She shrugged. It made a better weapon than her next choice, a spatula. CLARK: I can’t say that I have seen Mr. Scardino. No, that scorch mark on my balcony has been there since last summer. A barbecue accident. My girlfriend can’t cook, you know? “We must stop meeting like this, Superman, or it’ll ruin both of our reputations,” she said wryly. Indeed A Metro Club Escort shouldn’t be seen taking walk-in customers. Lois could see pink rising in his cheeks, but she wasn’t planning to allow him to get off so easily. But he wasn’t trying too! Hence the knocking instead of staying quietly outside like Ralph would do. She put her hands on her hips, waiting to hear what part of their conversation had been a call for help. ‘I missed you’? “— and insisting you solve the problem yourself or that you really needed me, but that you just couldn’t say so.” Well, she *really* does *need* him. Lois wasn’t sure how to react to that insulting statement. Him calling her in-heat? True, her dream had made her heart pound, but in a good way. “Soooo, you completely overlooked Door #3? The one where I’m just fine and about to turn off my light and go back to sleep?” /stares at blank wall/ “Well, I wanted to make sure you were safe.” So he did bring protection? “Did I ask you about your pet octopus?” she asked, crossing her arms. A completely new meaning! “Spin-thingy?” he echoed, interrupting. He looked her in the eye with a mocking glint. “Eloquent.” What? It’s a scientific term for what Superman does. Dr. KLEIN: And now, would you please do you spin-thingy so I can measure the strain it takes on your clothing? She could easily picture that. She pressed a cool hand to her neck to help alleviate the heat rising to her face. Too easily. Well, that put a damper on any hanky-panky with Clark. George from downstairs would hear them and just knowing that was like a bucket of ice-cold water poured over her head. Was Clark doing this to her on purpose? Don’t think so. He’s not smart enough. CLARK: Ugh? Ba-na-na? Ugh? “I’d better leave, so people don’t speculate what Superman is doing at your apartment,” SPENCER SPENCER: No need to speculate. You can read all about it in our next month’s issue. Complete with pictures (only slightly airbrushed). “If it was a dream, Clark, you’d be undressed by now,” Lois countered. /starts coughing/ Clark grinned. “Oh, really? Is Superman that easy?” MAYSON: Don’t care. CAT: No. LOIS: Oh yesssss! “I know I sleep better in your arms,” she said. She wanted to make it clear that she wouldn’t be making up the guest room for him. Well…some things do need to be spelled out. withdrew his keys to her apartment, and quickly unlocked her door.
Lois was busy in the kitchen.
“I’m back,” he called.
“I’ll be right out,” Lois answered. Awwww…it’s a ‘Honey, I’m home!’ homage from the fifties. Lois really does make a fine housewife. Maybe sometimes a bit desperate To dance at the edge of the volcano. “Delightful?” he repeated sharply before inwardly groaning, “You woke me up at three a.m. because you had a delightful dream?” He exhaled to release his annoyance. Yes, because she wasn’t interested in playing with a pet octopus.
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Lois shrugged. “That wasn’t clear in the dream. Some radical anti-government group back on Krypton, I gather.” NOR: Clark sighed, rubbing his eyes. Apparently, he hadn’t told Lois. The Kents, Padre Carlos, and Cat all knew, didn’t they? How could he have forgotten to tell Lois? Let’s see…what else did he ‘forget’ to tell her? Superman. Virgin. Curse. Cat knowing. Lex. Alternate dimensions. Time travel. Did I forget something? Did any other Kryptonians make out alive? ‘it’ missing? “I meant it was so fast. Can you do it slower? Some time later… LOIS: “I meant it was so fast. Can you do it slower?” CLARK: His jaw dropped a fraction of an inch. Slower? “I’m not interested in buying the Brooklyn Bridge, Lois.” But it’s such a nice piece of workmanship! “The answer is ‘no’ unless you’ll allow me to watch you change,” he replied. “Slowly.” That’s right, Lois. No double standard allowed here. LOIS: 66! “Don’t most people change in a bedroom or a bathroom, not a living room, Chuck?” Lois countered, not answering his question. Actually, there’s quite a lot of people who change in the same room where they sleep, spend their waking hours and also use the facilities. LEX: KYLE: NIGEL: <dead, right?> MRS. COX: <witness protection?> MIRANDA: <dead> TONI: <dead> Dr. BAINES: <dead> Hmm…okay not so many people after all… He felt tempted to sweep her off her feet and carry her into the bedroom, but that action implied more intimacy than he was ready to give. Really? LOIS: /marks failing grade on paper/ “Do you want to stay?” she asked.
Yes and no. “I have to get up early. I have a date with Mayson Drake.” Oooh! He found a new way to get out of an intimate situation with Lois! “No,” he replied, setting his hands on her shoulders. She didn’t. “Superman has to be there. Clark Kent wants to spend the night with his girlfriend.” Maybe Lois could be there, too, wearing a silk kimono and hanging off Superman’s arm during the deposition, just to make sure Mayson understood that he was taken? MASYON: Good, that means Clark is available… “Superman will tell Mayson that Clark spent the night with Lois,” he said, scooping her up into his arms and carrying her into the bedroom. Yes. Such discourse will certainly help raise Superman’s standing in Mayson’s eyes. Also, he’s trying to distract his girlfriend from what he’s going to do with his female associate. He took hold of her finger and placed a light kiss on its tip. “Lois, may I sleep over?”
She smiled, wrapping her arms back around his neck. “We’ll see.”
“See what?”
“If you sleep,” she whispered against his lips. Also, won’t she be cranky if she only gets 45 minutes of sleep that night? Although, he could have done without the sound of his alarm clock ringing non-stop at his apartment without anyone there to turn it off. Across the city? “Flattery won’t get you to second base, Clark,” Lois responded against his chest. But audacity would, I’m guessing. He bet it would. Flattery was Lois’s Kryptonite. Luckily for both of them, Clark was enough of a gentleman not to say so aloud or to use it against her. The first one would be more like lead to Lois’s Kryptonite. And the second one, well, poor thing, she’ll never get a win that way. He wasn’t sure about that. What she was doing felt as if it might break Newton’s law. GRAVITY: “I mean, Clark, this doesn’t break your vow, does it?” she asked, placing another kiss on his clavicle.
“Oh.” He swallowed his heart back down into his chest. “No.” Actually, does that mean he’d be allowed to do those sorts of things with other women, too? Lois rotated her position slightly and suddenly his hand at her waist slid onto her stomach and under her shirt. He was touching the bare skin of her belly. Also, Lois accepted this way too happily. Something’s afoot. Michael
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Darth Michael: Thanks for reading and commenting. Sorry this is so late. “Huh? Oh…Lois?” a woman’s voice answered before exploding in a fit of giggles. “Stop it, Clarkie! Don’t you see I’m on the phone?” “Mayson…?” was the only thing Lois could whisper back into the phone before the receiver fell from her fingers. CLARK: I knew I shouldn’t have let Jimbo move back in. JIMBO: What are you talking about? I only *borrow* your apartment when I need privacy. You’re usually OUT. EW: Actually, *this* Clark was never attracted by Mayson. He has a Lois-track mind. CAT: /holds out hand/ See, told you! Pay up! No, everything’s not all right. Your girlfriend/fiancée/work wife just had a fit of horniness and needs something to take the edge off. LOIS: /coughs/ No comment. Psychic dream? “I hope not.” Lois smiled. /cocks eyebrow/ A) Lois doesn’t want to have to travel all the way to Krypton for some noogie, and B) she doesn’t want to do it in public. LOIS: Well, not *that* public. “No, Clark! I don’t need you to come over.” Want, on the other hand… Need. Want. What’s the diff? /picture from some show EW has never seen/ Funny aside, “The NeedWant” is the name of the town’s watering hole / brothel in SciFi-Channel’s Defiance. So, which is the Need and which the is Want? /bats eyelashes innocently/ NEED = Required WANT = Desired CLARK: One thousand polar bears and one. One thousand polar bears and two. LOIS: You’re not actually supposed to GO to the Arctic to count bears, Clark. Really? Into the phone? Hmm…/tries to figure out Lois’s middle of the night rambles/ In case someone’s listening in! Or it’s the middle of the night and her thoughts go straight to her tongue without censure. One of the two. And he ain’t interested in taking the edge off. CLARK: /holds up finger to interrupt/ Technically, that would fall into the WANT category; so YES, yes I’m interested in that. Should I? Not on Lois’s life! Maybe she should invest in a bat? I hear they make specially coated ones in Smallville, to help even with naughty farmboys who climb into Sheriff’s Daughter’s windows. SHERIFF MAX: We’re having a sale on them this week! Only $5! Wouldn’t it be awkward if she accidentally shot Lex Luthor through the closed front door? NIGEL: Very awkward, sir. And I just stepped aside after jimmying the lock for Mr. Luthor, too. Actually, that sounds like a good premise for a short story. You could set it during ‘I’ve Got a Crush on You’. CLARK: I can’t say that I have seen Mr. Scardino. No, that scorch mark on my balcony has been there since last summer. A barbecue accident. My girlfriend can’t cook, you know? My only question is what Scardino was doing on Clark’s balcony? Indeed A Metro Club Escort shouldn’t be seen taking walk-in customers. Business has been slow since the club closed. ER: /reads between the lines and finds Lois’s innocent remark hilarious/ But he wasn’t trying too! Hence the knocking instead of staying quietly outside like Ralph would do. Different kind of getting off. She put her hands on her hips, waiting to hear what part of their conversation had been a call for help. ‘I missed you’? CLARK: Um… it’s not? I’m sorry, something must have gotten lost in translation. “— and insisting you solve the problem yourself /Michael can’t held reading between the lines on my story to find hidden hilarious meanings/ That’s NOT what either of them meant! LOIS: Oooh! Thanks. I forgot about that birthday gift from Lucy last year. Strangely, this year, she only sent me batteries. Hmmm. Well, she *really* does *need* him. Lois isn’t so far gone that her wants have turned into needs. LOIS: I’m not? No, him assuming that she required Superman’s services to… um… perhaps I should phrase this differently. Uh… let’s see… that he assumed that she couldn’t get herself out of trouble… er… rescue herself? ER: /stares at blank wall/ /huh/ Apparently, ER isn’t familiar with the non-booty booty-call. MEN EVERYWHERE: So, like phone sex? So he did bring protection? No. He doesn’t have pockets. “Did I ask you about your pet octopus?” she asked, crossing her arms. /rotflol/ A completely new meaning! /rotflol/ CLARK: I keep forgetting this wouldn’t be our first time. What? It’s a scientific term for what Superman does. Dr. KLEIN: And now, would you please do you spin-thingy so I can measure the strain it takes on your clothing? A quick non-scientific poll shows that 9 out of 10 scientists prefer not to use the term “thingy”. Was Clark doing this to her on purpose? Don’t think so. He’s not smart enough. CLARK: Ugh? Ba-na-na? Ugh? (translation) CLARK: What do you mean you’re no longer in the mood? SPENCER SPENCER: No need to speculate. You can read all about it in our next month’s issue. Complete with pictures (only slightly airbrushed). LOIS: I’m not blonde! Clark grinned. “Oh, really? Is Superman that easy?” MAYSON: Don’t care. CAT: No. LOIS: Oh yesssss! LINDA: Sadly, no. Well…some things do need to be spelled out. Being that Clark is good at being literal. Awwww…it’s a ‘Honey, I’m home!’ homage from the fifties. Lois really does make a fine housewife. Maybe sometimes a bit desperate Actually, I was going for politeness not any allusions to Wisteria Lane. LOIS: Dad! Don’t tell me I have another sister out there?! To dance at the edge of the volcano. Ooooh. A virgin sacrifice! CLARK: That would have to be a ‘born-again-virgin sacrifice’. LOIS: Sold! Yes, because she wasn’t interested in playing with a pet octopus. LOIS: I wasn’t?
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-- Continuation of response to Darth Michael’s FDK -- Lois shrugged. “That wasn’t clear in the dream. Some radical anti-government group back on Krypton, I gather.” NOR: /waves from the future/ While EW may have making an obvious reference to Nor and his cronies, neither Lois nor Clark knows anything about NK, so Kal-El was battling some unknown factor in Lois’s dream. LOIS: Duh! He flew off and didn’t take me with him, so how would I know what kind of force he was dealing with. Let’s see…what else did he ‘forget’ to tell her? Superman. Virgin. Curse. Cat knowing. Lex. Alternate dimensions. Time travel. Did I forget something? EW: LOIS: Yeah! What else? Did any other Kryptonians make out alive? ‘it’ missing? CHING: No, we NK’s prefer to make out dead. EW: Ooops. Thanks. Fixed. Some time later… LOIS: “I meant it was so fast. Can you do it slower?” CLARK: /doesn’t understand how Lois could find 3 hours ‘slow’/ Well, if he satisfies, that’s all that matters, right? His jaw dropped a fraction of an inch. Slower? “I’m not interested in buying the Brooklyn Bridge, Lois.” But it’s such a nice piece of workmanship! It is, isn’t it?! That’s why so many people keep trying to sell it to unsuspecting suckers. “The answer is ‘no’ unless you’ll allow me to watch you change,” he replied. “Slowly.” ER: /feels as if this would make a fair trade/ Clark really should watch out or one of these days Lois is going to take him up on one of these offers he makes. Oh, wait, she did with the spin-thingy. My bad. That’s right, Lois. No double standard allowed here. LOIS: 66! That’s the right one! Actually, there’s quite a lot of people who change in the same room where they sleep, spend their waking hours and also use the facilities. LEX: /wave/ KYLE: /wave/ NIGEL: <dead, right?> MRS. COX: <witness protection?> MIRANDA: <dead> TONI: <dead> Dr. BAINES: <dead> Hmm…okay not so many people after all… Nigel and Dr. Baines are dead. Toni was alive the last time Cat went to interview her. I’ll have to double check to see if she was knocked off after that. It’s been a long story. Mrs. Cox is in “protective custody” not “witness protection”. They’re smart enough not to let her out on her own recognizance. Really? LOIS: /marks failing grade on paper/ But he does do it a couple of lines later. LOIS: /changes grade to B- for delay in sweeping her off her feet./ Oooh! He found a new way to get out of an intimate situation with Lois! LOIS: /on telephone later/ Hello, Smallville Bat Company? Do you have any of those green spiked bats left? Maybe Lois could be there, too, wearing a silk kimono and hanging off Superman’s arm during the deposition, just to make sure Mayson understood that he was taken? MASYON: Good, that means Clark is available… LOIS: Ooops. That backfired on us, didn’t it? Yes. Such discourse will certainly help raise Superman’s standing in Mayson’s eyes. Also, he’s trying to distract his girlfriend from what he’s going to do with his female associate. MAYSON: Superman’s such a cad. Also, won’t she be cranky if she only gets 45 minutes of sleep that night? DP STAFF: Strange, Lois has been really nice today, despite the dark circles under her eyes. Hmmm. Well, I don’t have them ALL the way across the city from one another, since they always seem to be walking over to each other’s apartments. Only about 10 city blocks. Anyway, if he can hear a call for help across the city, why couldn’t he hear his own alarm clock? But audacity would, I’m guessing. We are talking about chicken-feet Alt-Clark here, you realize. The first one would be more like lead to Lois’s Kryptonite. And the second one, well, poor thing, she’ll never get a win that way. You mean, Lois would use Kryptonite against Clark to have her way with him? She hasn’t reached the desperate stage yet. DAN: Call me when she gets there! GRAVITY: /For some reason, Gravity is upset that Lois is making Clark want to float/ Actually, does that mean he’d be allowed to do those sorts of things with other women, too? LOIS: No. EW: No. CLARK: Actually, it’s quiet safe for me to do those things with other women. I just don’t to. LOIS: /telephone/ Hello, Smallville Bat Company? Could you up my order to 2 bats, please? Also, Lois accepted this way too happily. Something’s afoot. Wow, it’s almost as if you’ve read the beginning of Part 214 before it was posted! Nah. EW’s getting predictable again. /sighs/ Need to come up with another fun twist. Thanks for the giggles!
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EW: Sorry this is so late. /is worried about RL overtaking all spare time, especially since it seems to be an electronically communicable disease/ EW: Actually, *this* Clark was never attracted by Mayson. He has a Lois-track mind. CAT: /holds out hand/ See, told you! Pay up! LOIS: /doesn’t want to be talked off the edge/ No comment. LOIS: Well, not *that* public. CLARK: LOIS: You’re not actually supposed to GO to the Arctic to count bears, Clark. CLAKR: But it *helps* so much more! Or it’s the middle of the night and her thoughts go straight to her tongue without censure. One of the two. Oh boy. Clark might be in trouble if he shows up. CLARK: /holds up finger to interrupt/ Technically, that would fall into the WANT category; so YES, yes I’m interested in that. Should I? Not on Lois’s life! EW: Actually, that sounds like a good premise for a short story. You could set it during ‘I’ve Got a Crush on You’. /hopes the ER will bite/ My only question is what Scardino was doing on Clark’s balcony? Maybe he…offered to pay Clark for the pleasure of dating Lois? That’s NOT what either of them meant! LOIS: Oooh! Thanks. I forgot about that birthday gift from Lucy last year. Strangely, this year, she only sent me batteries. Hmmm. Wait, she never opened the gift? Lois isn’t so far gone that her wants have turned into needs. LOIS: I’m not? /imagines innocent Lois/ No, him assuming that she required Superman’s services to… um… perhaps I should phrase this differently. Uh… let’s see… that he assumed that she couldn’t get herself out of trouble… er… rescue herself? Apparently, ER isn’t familiar with the non-booty booty-call. MEN EVERYWHERE: So, like phone sex? Don’t think so. He’s not smart enough. CLARK: Ugh? Ba-na-na? Ugh? (translation) CLARK: What do you mean you’re no longer in the mood? RALPH: She had a head? LOIS: Dad! /is not happy about sharing Christmas presents/ Don’t tell me I have another sister out there?! ER: To dance at the edge of the volcano. EW: Ooooh. A virgin sacrifice! CLARK: That would have to be a ‘born-again-virgin sacrifice’. LOIS: Sold! ER: Yes, because she wasn’t interested in playing with a pet octopus. LOIS: /needs to learn to write legible/ I wasn’t? CLARK: ER: Did I forget something? EW: /yes/ LOIS: Yeah! What else? Uh-oh? CHING: No, we NK’s prefer to make out dead. Indeed! Well, if he satisfies, that’s all that matters, right? Umm…yes? ER: Oooh! He found a new way to get out of an intimate situation with Lois! LOIS: /on telephone later/ Hello, Smallville Bat Company? Do you have any of those green spiked bats left? MASYON: Good, that means Clark is available… LOIS: Ooops. That backfired on us, didn’t it? Yes. ER: Yes. Such discourse will certainly help raise Superman’s standing in Mayson’s eyes. MAYSON: Superman’s such a cad. CLARK: It worked. She no longer thinks I’m a criminal! DP STAFF: Strange, Lois has been really nice today, despite the dark circles under her eyes. Hmmm. Anyway, if he can hear a call for help across the city, why couldn’t he hear his own alarm clock? Because they all sound alike? ER: But audacity would, I’m guessing. EW: We are talking about chicken-feet Alt-Clark here, you realize. CLARK: So, no nookie, then? You mean, Lois would use Kryptonite against Clark to have her way with him? She hasn’t reached the desperate stage yet. DAN: Call me when she gets there! GRAVITY: /For some reason, Gravity is upset that Lois is making Clark want to float/ EW: /has forgotten how Clark always breaks Gravities laws/ LOIS: No. EW: No. CLARK: Actually, it’s quiet safe for me to do those things with other women. I just don’t to. LOIS: /telephone/ Hello, Smallville Bat Company? Could you up my order to 2 bats, please? Oops? EW: EW’s getting predictable again. /sighs/ Need to come up with another fun twist. /can’t believe how demanding the audience has gotten over the years. Ages ago, FoLCs where happy if Lois and Clark simply were alive at the same time./ Michael
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