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Lana is not going to be happy that her boyfriend is attracted to someone else.

As to who is trying to kill Lois -- could it be Lex? He had her park in a very specific place.

Finally got caught up. I really like this version of Lois. She has parts of early canon and parts of later canon. I was a bit surprised that Lois did not get Clark to come with her for the Lex interview like he got her to go with him for the Adriana interview, this is more like the early Lois.

Also most writers say 'they had lasagna for dinner' then move onto the reason the author had them eating dinner in the first place. You fully describe the meal, the surroundings, and the emotions of the participants which to me puts the reader more 'in the scene'.

It was so great watching Lois and Clark start to become closer. A genuine friendship is definitely there--so much more than just work partners. And there is such an undercurrent of attraction. You can tell Lois is head over heals for Clark--and Clark...he, IMO, is having a bit of a revelation that a 'relationship' can be so much MORE than what he has with Lana. Respect, common interests, attraction, longing--it's all there between Lois and Clark.

Precisely! The above lists all the ingredients for a successful relationship. Attraction is what you see. Infatuation is what you feel. But lasting love is what you know. These two are building on the first, touching on the second and working hard on the third.

“So? Since when is something like distance a problem for you? Fly over there for a quick visit; surprise Lana and take her on a daytrip to Paris. A romantic stroll on the left bank together might do wonders.”

Clark nodded, seriously considering the suggestion, but then said. “Yeah, but she’s working exceedingly hard to unearth this antique camp chair. We both know how she gets when she focuses on a project. It means a lot to her father and her career. She – she asked that I not come over to visit.”

Pete stiffened, for the past year Lana had indeed focused nearly all her considerable energies on two things: Clark and her career. Now suddenly she wanted to concentrate on work exclusively? Something did not sound right.

There was a brief silence, then Pete asked carefully, “But you still want to help - despite the risks of being discovered?”

Clark face was set in an look of determination, “Yes. I have these abilities and they can save lives.”

These ‘near-miss’ situations and rescues had been occurring for some time, but now they were on a definite upswing. The city of Metropolis seemed to be the epicenter of safety.

The only information any reporter could get out of the bewildered victims and eye witnesses was they all felt some kind of powerful wind and then saw a haze of motion. Afterwards there was only a happy situation rather than a dreadful tragedy.

“There is no such thing as an invisible man or super man for that matter.” Clark said, in what he hoped was an off-the-cuff comment. These mysteries really had her going, so much so that of late she had refrained from wearing business suits with short skirts, but wore comfortable pants outfits that allowed her to move freely during the many near disasters she had covered over the past week.

“Oh is that so?” She asked, placing the palms of both hands on his desk and glaring at him. “Then please tell me how Archimedes the cat, got down from one of the tallest trees in Centennial Park? A cat, I might add that is documented by its veterinarian to have a fear of heights!”

“That’s some wimpy cat.” Ralph said with a snicker as he passed by their desks.

“Nobody asked you Lombard.” Lois snapped at his retreating back.

“Lois! It’s Lex Luthor!”

Caught between surprise and incredulity Lois ran back down the ramp and then whispered, “What does he want?”

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Lois took one shaky step crossing the space between them and then grabbed him, allowing his strong arms to encircle her and for a brief space of time, let him take the weight of her fragile existence. It felt so good to feel the sturdy fabric of his jacket and beneath the jacket and shirt she swore she could feel his powerful muscles flexing. It was real and she was alive. They stood like that for more than a few heartbeats, he giving comfort and she being comforted.

Clark drank in the scent of her long, dark hair. The bouquet of fresh jasmine and lemon was so tantalizing he wanted to run his fingers through it. He loved the exotic combination and wondered why Lana never wore perfume like that.

He froze. Lana.

Gently, almost reverently, he pulled Lois away from him and masked his true feelings with those of a good friend’s concern, but also a reporter’s need to know, asked her a few questions. “What happened? Are you all right?”

Reluctantly she lifted her head off the comfort and protection of his strong, broad chest, her features were more under control, but those fine brown eyes, were still rimmed with fear. Words stammered out, “I don’t … I know, the … brakes … they … they failed. Someone … tried to…” She couldn’t finish the words; she looked down at the ground.

“What? Here, lean against back the Jeep, I’m going to check underneath.” Without another word, he took off his jacket and crawled under the vehicle. Lois leaned against the Jeep, allowing the automobile - rather than permit somewhat wobbly legs - to support her. A moment later he emerged from under the Jeep’s body slapping his hands together to remove excess dirt and grease from his clothes.

“Thankfully Lois, I don’t think this was sabotage; just a serious case of negligence. It looks like when they checked your brake lines for air they failed to tighten the fitting adequately. The brake fluid leaked out a little bit each time you applied the brakes. If it had been sabotage one of the lines would have been cut.”

She shook her head in disbelief, “Th … that makes some sense, the vehicle was checked out a few days ago.” Shock and fear were quickly replaced by a stark realization, “I’m a rescue survivor!”

“A … rescue survivor?” Now he was nervous and clearly did not like where this was going.

“That’s right! ‘The Haze’ was here!”

“Oh Lois, not you too! Look, I spent the better part of the morning searching for something or someone that doesn’t exist. There was probably enough brake fluid remaining to stop the Jeep. It’s the only logical explanation. Come on, I’ll walk you home.”

<What was Clark doing in the parking garage if he doesn’t have a car?> She wanted to ask, but the thought of pursuing this argument with him was not important. She had been through enough for one day.

On the other hand, Jeff, Pete’s mechanic, stated the line had been deliberately loosened.

There was a disconnect somewhere. But one thing was absolutely certain; someone was out to get Lois Lane.