Hi Mary!
I can’t believe I missed this. Okay, I can believe it
Moldau
Like water under the bridge.
I was wondering if it’s about the river and what you would do with it…
Perhaps he shouldn't have left, that day.
During Heatwave? Or after Whine Whine Whine?
Perhaps he should have stayed and explained to Lois that whatever had happened could not happen again,
Did he and Lois? As Superman?
because Superman could not love her that way...even though he obviously did. Perhaps...he should stop beating himself up for things that happened while they were both under chemical influence.
I missed a *PML* fic?
No, he told himself, it was best if he just kept his distance...
“Clark?”
She tracked him down?
The voice sent a jolt down his spine. He turned, scanning the crowds that milled over the bridge before his eyes came to rest on a figure he'd only seen in dreams for the past five years. His throat went dry. “Lois?”
Five *years*? And is Lois there with her little just-over-four-years-old?
Before he could ask what she was doing there, she marched up to him and slapped him.
“YES!” she snapped. “You did!”
He studied her irate expression. “You know.”
“YES!” she snapped again. “I do!”
Does that also explain why he didn’t hurt her hand?
He glanced at the passing crowds again, then lowered his voice. “How?”
Residual effects from carrying a half-kryptonian baby, I’m assuming.
“Well,” she finally answered, “It's a very interesting story. See, at first I thought it was just a little odd that you and he left Metropolis around the same time...especially since, come to think, you also showed up around the same time.
Wait, how did he save the Earth from Nightfall if he left? And did Lois marry Lex or was the 7-months pregnancy weight a deal breaker?
She grabbed his tie. “But then one day, I started to think: what if somebody had to hide a baby of extra-terrestrial lineage?
Speaking from experience, huh?
Once I started following that train of thought, it eventually led me to your parents, and here we are.”
MARTHA: Don’t look at me like that, Clark. I *love* our little grandson to pieces.
“Why did you start to think like that?” he asked, turning around to join her in her contemplation of the horizon, and the huge river that vanished into it.
“One guess,” she hissed.
I was right? I was just sitting there, poking at the plot bear to see if it would move!
Clark froze. “I'm sorry,” he said. “I didn't think—I mean, I never meant to...” He sighed. “...Do you want to hit me again?”
“I'll let you treat us to dinner, instead.” She paused. “And desert. And a tour of Prague. Make that an aerial tour.”
I do wonder though, why didn’t she get him sooner? Or did it take her five years to realize the truth?
LOIS: I was mad, okay? (Am not admitting to this taking me five years, okay?)
She jabbed him in the chest. “And don't you EVER even THINK about running out on me again!”
She’ll have him chipped?
Behind them, the deep horn sounded again as the boat emerged from the other side, dwarfed by the water around it, all flowing under the bridge.
Water under the bridge!
What a cute start to a new series!
Michael
