He woke up to the sound of a sharp gasp and looked over to find Lois in the doorway to her bedroom with her mouth hanging open. Why was she staring at him like that?
Because he’s kind of raised up during the night.
Floating? He looked around himself. Oh god. He was floating!
Let’s hope he’s not floating above a lamp or something…
"Oh my god!" She'd moved closer, her hand held out as if she wasn't sure what to do. "Are you okay?"
She’s really not that used to having an invulnerable houseguest, is she?
LOIS: What? No. I’m talking about Mr. Table over there.
Floating. Invulnerable? Why did that sound so... familiar?
Because he’s seen Clark do it? Maybe he should mention that to Lois?
He felt a warm--and familiar--flutter in his chest when he looked at her in her oversized t-shirt and sleep shorts.
Thinking back to their honeymoon?
, how would she react if he simply out and told her about what he'd been feeling ever since she'd rescued him last night?
He’d probably need a mop to clean up the puddle of goo she’d turn into…
Did she have feelings for him and Clark both? Or maybe she and Clark were in a relationship, so she wasn't free to pursue one with him. Maybe that was why she seemed so unsettled, especially when he'd been... less than clothed.
Maybe she’s a skank and he’s violating the bro-code?
And so what if she'd gotten the same flutter in her stomach as when Clark had smiled and told her that?
So, she’s no longer over the moon for Superman, then? Given she’s reacting to him only as much as she’s to Clark?
It didn't mean anything. And it certainly didn't mean... that.
Because *that* was an impossibility.
Clark didn't fly; he tripped over his own feet.
especially because, despite all her struggling against it, her best friend had started becoming her crush, too. And she just wasn't sure if she could handle all that.
She could always date Lex Luthor?
"This look on your face, that was because I was editing your copy, wasn't it?"
Oh boy. Oops?
Clark was standing in the middle of her living room wearing Superman's suit, asking her why she'd made him wear it.
So…oops? Also, because he wouldn’t join her naked in her bed?
"What?" The concern dropped off his face and left confusion there all by itself.
So…now he’s wondering whether to return a video, get his monthly cheese, or feed the neighbors cat first?
She bit at her lip and tried not to let the all the hurt surface, but his cutting remark about the name--the one she'd given him--nudged a small hole in her defenses. "I... um..."
Oh boy. Also, maybe she should mention that it wasn’t his idea?
And, suddenly, she was mad at him because she couldn't be mad at him.
And, for goodness's sake, why the spandex?
To cut down on wind resistance. And to distract female reporters from his face.
"I remember that I love you. Actually, I don't think I ever forgot that."
Oh boy.
. Oh, no. He hadn't told her before.
Oops? On the other hand, might have been worse the other way around, what with her not knowing about his secret life with Zara.
He started trying to come up with some way to backtrack, but then the creases smoothed into a meager attempt at what he hoped would have been a smile. And then she started crying again.
Oh boy. I can see why FoLCs might have been
about the TBC
Michael
Whatever it is, I'll send it along.
