“Where’s Kent?”
She shrugged. “Covering Superman.”
“Good! Have a seat.”
What’s he up to. Is he going to assign Lois to cover the harem of the visiting New Kryptonian prince?
“Lex Luthor has asked to see you,” Perry finally said once she had sat down. Before she could say ‘no’, he held up his hand. “Lois, honey, just hear me out.”
Aww…Lex has such oldfashioned manners, asking the father of his interest for her price in goats.
“I don’t follow anyone’s commands but my own,” Lois responded.
CLOIS: Not true. I tried to tell her to bugger off and leave Clark to me but she wouldn’t listen.
“Lex is probably bored and just wants to jerk my chain for fun.”
LEX: Jerking things in regards to Lois is fun. Chains. Leashes. Whatever.
“That may be so, but a good reporter can even get a story from a non-interview,” he told her. “And you are a good reporter, aren’t you?”
Looks like he switched from Elvis to classical string music.
Lois hated it when Perry played with her emotions in this manner. “I’m a tad bit biased for this article, don’t you think?”
So the editors will have to remove some of the more colorful adjectives and prose?
Perry held up his hand. “You’ve never been biased about other men who’ve killed you in effigy.”
Yes, but most of those other men didn’t actually *kill* an effigy of her.
When was the incident where she lost all her data because she ‘didn’t need backup’?
“I don’t have anything to prove, Perry!”
How about how a pregnant reporter can still bring in a criminal mastermind *and* rescue Superman in the process.
CAT:
LOIS: See? Already proven.
She pinched her lips together. “I’m not keeping this from Clark. We’re done with secrets.”
Is she worried he might forgo nookie if she keeps this from him?
As she marched back to her desk, she recalled that Perry had been determined to broach this idea without her partner present. He had successfully passed that burden to her.
Chicken!
Superman was being honored with a key to a small North Carolina town he had saved from tornados spawned by Hurricane Beryl in August.
One wonders if Lex was the one to suggest they key Superman.
“I even agreed to wear this stupid sonic watch, so that I could contact Superman if Lex somehow abducts me…. from jail!
Well…it’s only a jail. It’s not like it’s the Moon or something.
The two of you hope that Lex will say something to incriminate himself, but he isn’t that sloppy.
No, the clone’s the one who’s Sloppy Joe.
“I don’t need a babysitter, Clark! He’s in jail. What can he do?”
Shiv her?
“Nah... That was the old Lois.” She grinned. “New Lois has better methods to spy inside prison walls.”
He lowered his voice to a soft whisper. “Superman is not a method for invading a person’s privacy.”
No? Does that mean Lois isn’t a means to ease Superman’s sexual tensions, either?
CLARK:
I guess, we could equip Superman with a spy mode…
He has the ability to sell water to a drowning man and make him pay through the nose for the privilege.”
That’s just good business acumen.
You have my love. He never has nor ever will.”
LEX: Hello, Wanda. I’m Kent.
LOIS:
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she said, running her hand over her hair as if she suspected he had mussed it up.
Perhaps he had.
A little.
Also, very ominous gun right there on the wall…
“Just out of curiosity, what did Kent mean by ‘holding me personally responsible’?” he heard Henderson ask Lois.
“Let’s just say, you don’t want to see Clark when he’s really mad,” she replied.
“Often,” Lois scoffed. “Furious, only once, though.” She took a deep breath and exhaled it slowly. “That once was enough.”
As he walked through the station and back out to the street, Clark thought about the one time he had been so mad he had lost control. A man almost died.
That man was Lex Luthor.
When was that? When Lex shot him?
He’d hate to see what he was capable of if anyone, especially Luthor, killed his conscience.
Oh boy.
“No touching,” Lane reminded him.
Henderson wished he could say she sounded smug, but she merely sounded bored.
“That’s…been… rule,” Luthor muttered under his breath,
During their engagement, too?
“Kent did seem to prefer you looking more like a boy than a girl, if I recall correctly,” Luthor replied.
He *is* living together with a male superhero and doing everything in his power to abstain from intimate interactions with his ‘girlfriend’.
Bill bought that answer. Most sane men preferred Lane happy.
He should remember that annoyed Lois is supposedly sexier than happy Lois.
“In fact, he was saying just last night how much he liked me naked,” Lane went on.
until Kent had showed up.
‘shown’?
Bill grimaced. I prefer her clothed! Thank you very much, he thought. He didn’t need the visible description of Kent and Lane… Ugh. Now, he couldn’t stop himself from picturing it. Great, Lane. Thanks. How was he going to get that image out of his head?
Bleach?
He closed his eyes and tried to think of that double-homicide from the day before.
Lane scoffed. “Size isn’t everything, Lex. Bigger isn’t always better.”
“Oh. Is that why you claim to like Kent, then?” Luthor tossed back.
Although, some say, that’s exactly why she’s with Clark.
“That’s not exactly accurate. I did give him a taste of freedom at the beginning of February.
Oh, that’s the route he’s going? He actually hoping she might believe this?
I was merely a prisoner along with the rest of them.”
Poor Lex. There, there.
How could it have slipped Bill’s mind that Luthor had also orchestrated the whole Nightfall scare?
Because he couldn’t solve a case without Lane’s assistance if his stint on Lois&Clark dependent on it?
“Of course not, darling. My clone was to blame! You’re an innocent victim in all of this. We both are!”
He going for the insanity plea?
“Which do you think I would prefer, Lois? Twenty-three hours alone in my room with only my books to keep me company, or sharing not only my cell but six to twelve hours a day with only the worst of Metropolis’ scum, walking around in a cement yard?”
Maybe they should remove said books?
“If only stupid and violent criminals are caught, how do you explain your current state of incarceration?”
Buuuuurn!
LEX: Wrongful imprisonment?
The only conclusion I could fathom is that the clone must have been exposed to Miranda’s perfume and, therefore, could not act rationally.”
He almost sounds like he’s disassociated himself from this part of his story and transferred it to the clone.
No sane man would ever wish to marry me?” She burst into chuckles. “I might have to agree with you on that one, Lex.”
CLARK:
“I just don’t like the idea of you being involved with a ghost.”
“Clark’s not a ghost, Lex. I can touch him just fine,” she purred.
And does he feel like Whoopie Goldberg?
As Lane nodded to him, Bill wondered if she also knew that he knew that information was a lie.
They were all keeping secrets.
They’d both been in on the super con for a while now.
He’s cute.
Mo’ pwease?
Michael