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She felt her control of her emotions returning as this was familiar ground. Henderson was a familiar, trustworthy person and she was in a recognizable pattern: go to the precinct, make a statement, write the story, go home. “I’ll meet you at the precinct, Clark.” She handed him the keys and kissed him, before leaving with Henderson.

It is familiar ground, yet why do I have butterflies wondering why Henderson would appear out of nowhere to take care of loose ends?

She heard a car door slam and a familiar, yet bygone, voice called out.

“Lane, Kent. I had a feeling you two would be in up to your eyeballs in this!”

“Henderson!” Lois reacted with surprise, stepping out of Clark’s hug, but not out of his arms. He’d taken a promotion to another city shortly after Lex had died, and it was a pleasant shock to see him now.

“In the flesh,” he said wryly.

“Are you back in Metropolis to stay?” Inquired Clark.

“No. When I heard Luthor was on the loose I had to come and see it for myself. I’m here to finish up old business with him.”

Do you think it needs more? There's a really good chance I'm missing something in the flow of this.

Glancing around her apartment she saw shadows of Lex everywhere. After his death she had removed any items he had given her, any pictures of him, anything that reminded her of him, but she couldn’t remove the memories of him in her home. Thankfully that hadn’t been often, he had preferred the luxury of his own living quarters, but she had recollections of him idly touching her belongings, inspecting her book collection, browsing her VHS tapes. She shuddered as she remembered feeling as though her choices were below his expectations of her. Maybe she should redecorate soon, reorganize and get rid of some stuff. Perhaps those memories, far more infrequent all these months later, would stop. She smiled weakly at Clark as he exited her bedroom, hoping he wouldn’t leave soon.

Finally feeling tired, and not having any better ideas than to pull Clark’s glasses off when he least expected it, she headed to bed.

He held her for a few minutes before leaning down to kiss her. She’d missed this. They hadn’t argued, but she had felt herself distancing from him while her mind played tricks on her regarding his potential other identity. She was still mad that he’d run out on her two nights ago, and if he was living a double life, there was the beginnings of an anger and sadness that he hadn’t told her the truth already. She tried hard to stomp those feelings down as they weren’t substantiated. There would be nothing worse than being angry at Clark due to her own imagination. How would she explain that to him?

Thirty minutes later and she was slowly getting closer to Clark’s place. Downtown had been a disaster, despite her initial assessment that traffic wasn’t bad. Every light she’d arrived at had turned red, and in her frustration she was finding herself drifting more than a little over the speed limit. She forced herself to check her impatience, getting a ticket right now would not be conducive in getting her to Clark before Diana got there!

“I’m not asking you to. Superman knows what’s best for him and the risks he can take. If we don’t do this, there’s no other option that you know of at the moment?” As the doctor shook his head, she forged ahead. “Then we try his idea. Get him whatever you need him to sign to release him, and we’ll be on our way.”

“Thank you, doctor.” Lois felt a small amount of chagrin for not bothering to learn the doctor’s name.

“Miss Lane, if this doesn’t work, don’t approach him. I’m not sure what he has planned but if he is radioactive, it could kill you.”

She gulped at the seriousness of his tone, thanked him for the warning, and hopped into the drivers seat.

“Go back to the hospital. Mayson is on duty tonight watching over Mr. X. Diana is going to try to get to him there, I’m sure of it. Warn Mayson that Diana is the assassin. She’s the one that had the Kryptonite. She kissed me last night, that’s how I must have ingested it.”

Beneath the increasing worry she felt for Clark at his current absence, she could feel a slow simmering anger beginning to grow as she remembered many of his excuses, and her interactions with both Clark and Superman. She shook herself out of her thoughts. She had a story to write, and if she sat here and continued that train of thinking, she’d end up either a blubbering mess, or a volcano, ready to erupt at any moment.

Part 3 was an intersting mix of two of my favourite episodes. I like your revelation and the tension between them.

Part 3c
This is an excellent line! What an emotional moment for Lois! Sorry, but it made me laugh!

Sounds like traffic in NYC at anytime!

Why would Mayson be on duty to watch over Mr. X?

If all of her previous relationships had turned into federal disasters, what would she classify this one? Superman wasn’t from Earth, would it be a galactic disaster? Where was Krypton? If it wasn’t in their own galaxy, could it be a universal disaster?

Feeling more relaxed now the storm of tears and anger had passed, the aspirin taking care of her headache, she pulled the blanket draped over the back of the couch over her, still staring at the window. With a growing feeling of dread, she recalled the night Superman had flown through that window, at her request, as she had told him she’d loved him, and would love him, even if he was an ordinary man. She felt queasy as she finally understood the haunted look on his face, the harsh words he had spoken making sense now. He couldn’t believe her because she had just turned down the ordinary man.

Thoroughly chagrinned at that memory, she tossed the blanket aside, and began to pace around the living room, reliving the encounters she could remember, where she had either compared Clark unfavourably to Superman, or fawned all over Superman, while ignoring Clark. It was an embarrassing trip down that memory lane, and while she still felt anger over his deception, she also felt mystified as to why Clark would want her, when she had been so cruel to him.

He was an enigma, far more complicated than the farm boy from Kansas she had pegged him for that first day they worked together.