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The Return Of The Prankster: Lois Lane
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Clark had been a lot of things to her over the past two years, and she’d called him a lot of things to his face. He’d gone from an inexperienced rookie foisted off on her to a partner, a friend, a best friend, and now to the something more they were hovering on the edge of. He’d listened to her name him everything from a hack to a brother to a traitor--to the best, perfect, a good man just like Superman. As uncertain as things were between them right now, there was no getting around the fact that he’d run the whole gamut of good and bad in her life--every one an extreme because he never did anything halfway and she could never be apathetic toward him.

But truthfully--way more truthfully than she ever liked to get since she knew it never cast her in a good light--as much as Lois knew she needed Clark in her life in some form and fashion…she’d never really given him his due as a reporter.

Oh, sure, she loved working with him. She loved when he finished her sentences or managed to bring all her cascading thoughts together with one statement, or how he made even the most routine stakeout fun. She enjoyed coming out of the elevator and seeing him already looking up toward her with a smile, ready to hand her a cup of coffee and occasionally a croissant or donut. She wouldn’t trade him for any other partner in the world.

But she was the one with more experience. She was the one who knew this city like the back of her hand, and had more useful sources. Her name was first on the byline. And just remembering her reaction to his Kerth award nomination made her cringe.

Today, she’d even wondered, with horror, if she really saw Clark as her partner, or just as backup. Emotional support. A sounding board. And yes, she knew Clark was more than willing to be all those things for her, but he was more, too. Wasn’t he?

Yes. He was, she decided firmly.

He was a reporter she admired. She even envied his writing style, that prose that could make anyone and everyone care about the facts he reported so concisely. She did think he’d deserved that Kerth, even if she had never quite got around to telling him so. And there were a lot of their stories she’d never have been able to successfully pull in without Clark right there beside her. Which was why, when she was in the room with the President of the United States sitting across from her and a clock ticking down in her head, she’d taken a chance…and asked the question Clark had suggested.

“Take a lesson, boys and girls,” Perry said loudly, proud and approving. “This is the mark of a seasoned reporter--someone who can get her subject to open up and talk freely.”

Someone, Lois added silently, with a very, very good partner.

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