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Ides Of Metropolis: Lois Lane
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“Well, Lois…” Clark said, and she found herself holding her breath. He was smirking, so she knew he was going to tease her, but he was Clark Kent, so she also knew that he’d give her an honest answer anyway.
And he did.
“…just to put your little mind at ease, you’re right.”
She was right. (Of course she was. She was always right.)
He did have more secrets. Bigger secrets than the possible--mistaken--suspicion that his parents’ marriage was almost normal in its flaws. He, small town boy with more naiveté than Pollyanna had ever dreamed of, had a secret, or at least something he considered secret enough to be blackmail material.
Hmm. If this had been just a couple months ago, she knew she’d have jumped all over his admission--followed him, broken into his apartment, confronted him--done anything and everything she could to find out what he could possibly be hiding.
But…but this was Clark. Clark, who had thought Eugene Laderman was a murderer and still followed her lead, albeit with quite a lot of unnecessary complaining and doubting.
Clark, who had told her a secret that obviously meant a great deal to him just because she asked--even knowing that she wanted it to hold over him.
Clark, who held his arm out for her and laughed at his own answer, as if he knew how implausible it sounded.
Clark. Her…her friend. Her partner.
So Lois just laughed with him, and took his arm, and kept step at his side.
Whatever secret he thought he had, she knew he’d tell her someday. And she’d wait to hear it.
Because Clark? Well, Clark was worth the wait.
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