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That was intense! I wasn’t expecting Wayne to help Clark and his knowing Clark is Superman is a nice twist.
The last sentence is perfect. Thanks for a terrific chapter! I love this story!

FoLC, I wrote this on steroids and antibiotics and no sleep so sorry if it's a bit silly.

***

Clark, dressed as Superman, stood in front of Dr. Klein, watching as the scientist paced around his small laboratory. He wished the good doctor would just hurry up and spit out whatever he had to say. It was late and after a busy weekend attending several major emergencies around the country, Clark just wanted to get home and spend the last few hours of the evening with his wife.

“Dr. Klein, whatever it is—” Clark started.

“I don’t have a lot of friends!” Klein burst out with, coming to a standstill in front of him. “I’ve spent my whole life dedicated to science! Carolyn is the only woman I’ve connected with in years! I can’t believe she said yes! I’m getting married, Superman!”

Clark’s eyebrows rose at this surprising news. “This is… great! I’m happy for you, Doc.” He gave the scientist a friendly pat on the shoulder.

“Yeah, thanks.” Klein smiled and ducked his head almost shyly. He turned away from Clark and began pacing the room once again.

“Was there something else?” Clark asked. He snuck a glance at the clock on the wall. 9PM. He sighed. He’d be lucky if Lois would still be awake if he didn’t get home soon. “Dr. Klein?” Clark reached a hand out and stopped him mid pace.

“Right! Sorry. It’s just…. well, I…have a favor to ask.”

Clark tried not to sound impatient. “What?”

“I was kind of hoping you might be my best man!” Klein blurted out. Off Clark’s stunned expression, he continued quickly. “I know it’s a bit out of nowhere! But you’re the closest friend I have in the city.”

Best man? Dr. Klien wanted Superman to be his best man? Clark cleared his throat. “Well… I’d love to, of course! It’s just, with me being Superman, I never know when I might get called away in an emergency. I don’t want to commit if I can’t follow through.”

Klein waved off his concern. “Oh, it’s fine. I was going to ask Clark Kent as a backup.” He reached for a bottle of liquor on his desk and poured it into a coffee mug.

Clark blinked, feeling a little thrown off. “Clark Kent? You guys are close, then?”

“Well, we’re not buddies like you and I are. I’ve never tested his semen, for example—that’s a thing I only do for best friends.” Dr. Klein raised his mug and took a swig.

Clark didn’t quite know how to respond to that, so he remained silent.

“So, will you do it?” Klein asked again, eyes still full of hope.

Clark mulled over the request for a moment. What choice did he have? Dr. Klein had just called him his best friend. It obviously meant a lot to him to have Superman stand up with him on his big day.

Clark plastered a grin on his face. “Well… of course I’ll do it.”

“Great!” Klein’s face lit up. He took another swig from his mug. “Oh, and one more thing. Carolyn has a favor to ask Lois Lane.”

***

Half an hour later, Clark slid into bed beside his wife.

“She wants me to be her maid of honor?” Lois asked, settling her head against her pillow.

“Well, technically, you’re married, so… matron of honor.”

“I don’t even know the woman!”

Clark chuckled, unsurprised by her reaction. “Yeah, that’s what I said. But I feel kind of bad for them. Both of them have dedicated their lives to science—to helping people, essentially. As a result, neither of them has many friends.”

Lois sat up slightly and narrowed her eyes at him. “Oh, so just like us, then. No friends.”

Clark smiled and gave her a gentle squeeze. “We don’t need friends, Lois. We have each other.”

Lois rolled her eyes, her head landing back down on her pillow dramatically. “Anyway… back to Dr. Klein and… what’s her name?”

“Carolyn.”

She sighed. “When is this shindig?”

“Thursday night. In the basement of STAR Labs. Then on Monday, I’m going to drop them both in Barbados. It’s their place, apparently.” He chuckled.

“Basement, huh? I guess the wedding is a casual affair, then?”

Clark shrugged. “Guess so. I’m happy to buy you a new dress if it will get you there.”

Lois gave him a teasing look. “Gosh, you are desperate.”

“The guy called me his best friend.”

“I thought I was your best friend.” She poked him in the chest.

“Well…. you are. Of course you are! I just…”

“Relax. I’ll do it. Forget the new dress, though—you can find another way to pay me back.”

Clark grinned and leaned in closer to her. “Fine.”

“But not tonight. I’m far too tired.” She closed her eyes and rolled away from him, tugging the blankets up over her body. “Good night.”

Clark frowned. “Okay… good night, then.”

***

Thursday night

“So, this is the basement of STAR Labs.”

Rows of chairs lined the concrete floor, creating a clear path for the bride’s entrance. Twinkling lights adorned the walls, casting a soft, romantic glow.

Thirty scientists in lab coats milled around, holding beakers full of champagne and making small talk with each other.

The low hum of machinery in one corner of the room filled the air with a soothing white noise.

Lois shifted beside Clark. “Maybe you should have bought me a new dress…” she whispered in his ear as they walked hand in hand. “This one’s a little tight.” She gestured to her chest, the burgundy fabric of her dress looking a little stretched over that region.

Clark took a quick, appreciative look. “Looks pretty spectacular to me.”

Lois narrowed her eyes at him, and he grinned in return. She hid a smile and turned her attention to their surroundings. “Smells like monkey in here.” She said, “I wonder if STAR Labs tests on animals. There could be a story here…”

“I don’t smell anything.”

“There’s definitely been some sort of animal down here!”

“You have a superior sense of smell now?” Clark teased.

“Seriously, you can’t smell anything?”

Clark sniffed the air. “Besides musty basement air and… well, the Doc is wearing way too much cologne.” he nodded toward an approaching tuxedo clad Dr. Klein.

“Lois! Clark! I need help with my bow tie! Oh, God, I’m so nervous!”

Lois coughed and covered her nose and mouth as the good doctor stopped in front of them, the overpowering smell of his cologne almost making her sick.

“Um, okay…” Clark stepped forward to assist his alter ego’s doctor and apparent best friend.

“Oh, Lois! Carolyn’s in the bathroom down the hall. She needs help with something girly.”

“Great…” Lois made a hasty retreat toward the exit, hand still over her nose.

“Any word on Superman’s arrival?” Klein asked Clark.

“He’s going to try his best to get here,” Clark assured him.

***

Lois knocked on the bathroom door. “Carolyn? It’s Lois Lane. Your… maid of honor.” She didn’t care what Clark said. There was no way she was referring to herself as a matron.

The door flung open, and Lois found herself being tugged into a small two cubicle bathroom. A petite redhead in a white gown stood before her, tears rolling down her cheeks.

Lois groaned. “Oh boy.”

“I’m so glad you’re here, Lois!” Carolyn threw herself into Lois’ reluctant arms.

“Great to be here. Um… Dr. Klein— Bernard —said you needed help.”

“Oh, yes, I’m fine. I’m just having a little…problem. I thought it was just wedding jitters! I have been throwing up all week and…well, now I actually think I may be… *pregnant*.” She whispered the last word.

Lois gasped. Well, this was getting interesting, at least. “Oh. Well… um, does Dr. Klein know?”

“He knows nothing.” The bride turned away and reached for her purse. “I bought some tests, but I’m too nervous to take one.” She held the box out for Lois to take.

“Oh, well, you should just do it! Pee on that stick, girl!” Lois said as encouragingly and enthusiastically as she could. Dr. Klein and Clark owed her big time for this. She pulled a test stick from the box and handed it to Carolyn.

“Really? Just do it?”

“Yes. Go. Pee!” she pushed the woman toward a cubicle. “Then I’ll fix your makeup.”

Carolyn smiled through tears and runny eye make up. “You’re such a good friend, Lois.” She shut the cubicle door behind her.

“Don’t I know it…” Lois caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror above the basin, then looked down at the box in her hand. There was one more test stick inside. “Huh…”

***

Makeup and hair done, the bride marched down the aisle toward Dr. Klein. The minister stood on one side of him, Superman and Lois on the other.

Lois caught her husband’s eye and grinned, and he smiled back. They had never been a part of a bridal party before. Aside from their own multiple wedding attempts, that was. This was far more relaxing, she decided.

“You look wonderful, darling!” Klein burst out as his soon-to-be wife came to a stop in front of him.

“I’m not pregnant!” Carolyn announced to the room.

Dr. Klein turned bright red as their guests laughed and whispered amongst themselves.

“Um… good?” he choked out.

Clark raised his eyebrows at Lois, and she shot him a look in return that said, *tell you later.*

“Ahem.” The minister cleared his throat. “Shall we begin?”

***

“I really appreciated you standing up with me today, Superman!” Dr. Klein hugged him enthusiastically.

“You’re welcome… I was more than happy to do it. You’ve been a good friend to me,” Clark said sincerely.

Dr. Klein guided him to a quiet corner of the basement, away from a group of conga-lining scientists. “As a thank-you for being here today… I’ve started working on your little… *sample* again.”

“What? I thought there was no hope?”

“Well, I’ve been picking Carolyn’s brain, and she—”

“You didn’t tell her, did you?”

“Of course not! It was all a completely hypothetical discussion, I promise! Come see me in my office on Monday before you drop us off in Barbados.”

Clark nodded, trying to process. “Alright.”

Lois approached, and he turned to smile at her.

“Superman, I’d really appreciate it if you could drop me at home,” Lois said. “Clark had that story he had to dash off to cover.”

“Of course, Lois,” he said, in his most professional Superman voice. “All the best, Doc.” He patted Dr. Klein on the shoulder, then led his wife toward the exit.

***

“I’m beat.” Lois crawled into bed beside Clark a short time later.

“Me too. It was nice, though, wasn’t it?”

“You didn’t have to deal with a hysterical bride.” Lois snuggled closer to him.

“I’m still happy to make it up to you.” Clark kissed her forehead. “Oh, hey, guess what? Dr. Klein wants to talk to Superman again. About, you know, us… having babies?”

“You don’t need to talk to him,” Lois said, her voice quiet.

Clark stroked her arm. “I know we don’t want to get our hopes up again, but he said he’s had some new ideas.”

“No, Clark, really, it’s a waste of time.”

She slipped out of his arms and crossed the room. He watched as she unzipped her purse and rummaged through it.

Clark frowned. “Lois?” He hoped he hadn’t upset her.

She came back to bed, something small in her hand. “Look.” She handed him the object. “You don’t need to see Dr. Klein. Looks like we figured it out for ourselves.”

Clark looked down at the small object—a pregnancy test! “Plus sign! You’re… pregnant?”

“The bride isn’t, but I am,” she said with a smile.

“Lois!” He pulled her into his arms, rolling them both across the bed as he smothered her with kisses.

He sat them both up after a moment. “But, how?”

Lois gave him a look.

He laughed. “I mean, I know how… I just don’t know… *how?*”

“Dr. Klein was wrong.” Lois shrugged. “Let’s not question it and just be happy.”

“I’m very happy!” He drew her into his arms again, both of them savoring the sweet moment. “I love you,” he whispered.

“Love you too,” she responded, her eyes shining with unshed tears.

Still in awe, Clark settled them both down back onto the bed, and Lois rested her head against his chest while he stroked her back.

“Wow, he’s going to be so happy for Superman…” he said after a moment.

Lois’ head snapped up. “Who? Dr. Klein? You can’t actually tell him! What if he figures out our secret?”

Clark winked at her. “Come on, Lois… he is my best friend.”

the end

FDK can go in this thread if you choose. ❤️

OOh really tense... and aww the end made me smile.
Love that Wayne helped Jonathon bury Clark's ship.
Great installment.

OMG OMG OMG!!! This was so intense, and I just love how everything unfolded with trask and the bomb, SO GOOD! And it's so good that Wayne knows; now Clark maybe has another ally.

#9 The Unmaking of June Farrow by Adrienne Young


I generally love a good time travel story. But the logic behind this one didn't work as well for me.

**Chapter 15**

**Daily Planet**

Jimmy rushed into Perry’s office, a card in hand and out of breath.

- "Chief, I found it!" – he exclaimed, his face beaming with satisfaction. – "There’s a house north of the city that could belong to Intergang. It’s isolated, less than two hours from Metropolis, and it’s registered under Mindy Church’s mother’s name."

Perry furrowed his brows in concentration and abruptly stood up.

- "Good job, Jimmy! Call Henderson right away. We’re going to catch them!"

Jimmy hesitated for a second before suggesting:

- "Don’t you want me to call Clark too? The poor guy must be devastated… especially with those images of Lois and Superman circulating."

Perry turned to Jimmy, his face stern but fair.

- "Jimmy, don’t tell me you believe that nonsense."

- "No, Chief. But Clark… he must be worried anyway…"

- "Clark trusts Lois and Superman. He knows this is just an Intergang ploy to discredit them. Do your job and let us handle the rest."

Jimmy nodded and picked up the phone, calling Inspector Henderson to alert him to the situation.

---

**Isolated House**

Lois straightened with determination and whispered to Clark:

- "We can’t just rush into the bathroom. We’ll have to be clever. I’m going to ask to use the restroom and take the opportunity to see if the guards let their guard down."

Clark nodded weakly, still drained but ready to play along. Lois stood up and walked to the door, knocking lightly to get their captors’ attention.

- "Excuse me!" – she called with urgency in her voice.

A guard appeared after a few seconds, looking suspicious, his eyes narrowing.

- "What do you want?" – he asked sharply.

- "I need to use the restroom. Or would you rather I do it right here?" – she retorted dryly, crossing her arms to show she wasn’t joking.

The guard frowned, then sighed. Lois noted that, despite his annoyance, he didn’t seem overly concerned about leaving her alone for a few minutes.

- "Fine. Follow me, but no tricks, got it?" – he said, giving her a threatening look.

Lois nodded and followed the guard, throwing a quick glance at Clark, who watched her go with a hint of hope in his eyes. Once inside the restroom, she closed the door behind her and quickly inspected the room.

The guard was waiting just outside, but she knew she only had a few minutes to act.

Back in their "room," Clark had to play his part too. He called out weakly to the captors.

- "I need some water…" – he murmured, collapsing onto the bed, hoping to distract the guards for as long as possible.

When Lois returned, she exchanged a brief glance with Clark, who signaled that the guards hadn’t discovered their plan yet.

Lois pretended to sit back down calmly.

- "Not yet…" – she murmured to Clark.

They knew they had to ask to take a shower or find another excuse to return to the restroom and set their escape in motion. Every second counted, but the slightest mistake could doom them.

Lois gave Clark a knowing look. They both knew their best chance lay in the bathroom.

She stood up, approaching the camera with a resigned posture, her shoulders slightly slumped to sell the act.

- "Alright, Mindy," – she said in a calm but determined voice, – "we’ll play by your rules. After all, you want a show for your audience, don’t you?"

She paused before adding:

- "But if that’s what you want, we need to be a bit more… presentable. We can’t appear in front of millions of viewers like this. So, I propose a deal. Let us freshen up. A shower, some clean clothes… and you’ll have your perfect scene."

Clark added, playing his role as the weakened but cooperative superhero:

- "What Lois is saying is true. If you want this to look credible, we need to be at our best."

They waited a few seconds, watching the screen for Mindy’s reaction.

Mindy’s image reappeared, her eyes narrowing with suspicion but also curiosity.

- "You want to be presentable, huh?" – She chuckled softly. – "Alright, that could add a touch of credibility to my little show. You’re right, after all, a spectacle should be polished in every detail."

She paused, assessing the situation. Her smile widened.

- "Alright, you can take your shower, but know that I’m keeping an eye on you. Don’t even think about trying anything stupid. My men will be watching, and the room will be locked from the outside. If you try to escape… let’s just say you wouldn’t want me to be forced to punish you, would you?"

Lois and Clark exchanged a glance. Their chance had just presented itself, but they had to play it carefully.

- "We won’t try anything," – Lois replied, perfectly controlling her tone. – "We know how powerful you are, Mindy."

Mindy nodded, satisfied.

- "Very well. You have 20 minutes. Don’t make me regret this generosity."

The screen went dark, leaving the couple alone with their plan in mind.

Once Mindy’s image disappeared, Lois turned to Clark, her expression resolute.

- "This is our chance," – she whispered. – "We have to take it."

Clark nodded. They knew every minute counted. They waited for a moment before two of Mindy’s henchmen came to fetch them, smug smiles on their faces.

- "You asked for a shower, you’ll get one," – one of the men said, opening the door and escorting them under close watch.

The couple was led into a dimly lit bathroom with a small window above the sink. As Lois had noticed, there were no visible cameras. The men shot them a suspicious look.

- "You’ve got 20 minutes. We’ll lock the door behind you. No funny business, or we’ll pump in another cloud of gas," – one of them said, waving the trigger for the system with a smirk.

They shut the door behind them, the sound of locks clicking into place echoing from the other side. Lois waited a few seconds, listening to the noises outside. Once convinced the guards had stepped away, she turned on the shower to cover any potential sounds and make their request seem legitimate.

The small window led outside, but it was high up, and Lois wasn’t sure she could reach it on her own. She quickly assessed the situation and then turned to Clark.

- "The window is higher than I thought… I’m going to need you."

Clark, still weak, approached cautiously.

- "We’ll manage," – he whispered, gently squeezing her hand. – "Climb onto my shoulders," – he said in a low voice.

Lois, hesitant to put him through more pain, took a deep breath and carefully climbed onto Clark. Her hands gripped the window’s edge as she pulled with all her might. The rusty latch resisted, but she persisted until, finally, the window creaked open slightly.

- "Got it!" – she whispered excitedly.

Lois peeked through the opening to evaluate the situation outside. The window led to a small, abandoned garden. Thick bushes obscured part of the view. No one was in sight. The ground wasn’t too far, but a fall could still be risky.

- "I’ll go first and see if I can help you from the outside," – she said.

Clark nodded. He knew he couldn’t help much in his current state. Lois gripped the window frame, her legs trembling slightly with the effort. She carefully maneuvered through the opening, landing in an awkward but safe roll.

She quickly stood up and hurried back to the window.

- "Now, I need to get you out."

Clark, exhausted, knew the hardest part was yet to come.

Lois took a deep breath and encouraged Clark.

- "You can do this. Pull yourself up onto the sink, and you’ll be able to reach the window. I know you’re hurting, but this is our only chance!"

He placed his hand on the frame and slowly pulled himself up, trying not to collapse.

Lois kept encouraging him:
— Come on, just a little more!

Finally, with one last push from his wife, Clark managed to get his head and shoulders through the window.

At that moment, the door behind him opened. Their captors were coming to check on their prisoners.
— Stop! Don’t move! Bryan! They’re escaping—quick, get out there and catch them!

Fueled by adrenaline, Clark made one final effort, slipping outside, his fall softened by the grassy ground.

Lois helped him up. Their escape was underway, but they knew time was against them.

Clark and Lois ran across the garden, hearing the shouts and footsteps of their pursuers behind them. Suddenly, police sirens blared, and patrol cars appeared in the distance, heading toward the isolated house. Lois felt immense relief wash over her.

— It’s the police! — Clark exclaimed, reassured.

They sprinted toward the vehicles as the first officers emerged from their cars. When they saw Superman in his iconic suit, the officers immediately lowered their weapons. The sergeant in charge quickly approached them.

— Superman! Are you alright? — he asked. — Where is Mindy Church?

Clark shook his head.
— Mindy isn’t here. But her men are still inside, and they’re armed. Be careful.

The sergeant nodded and turned to his team.
— Alright, let’s move in and secure the premises. Stay alert, they’re dangerous.

The officers spread out around the house, preparing to move in. Lois, still by Clark’s side, let out a relieved sigh.

Another officer approached them.
— Ms. Lane, Superman… Are you both alright? We feared the worst. We got a call from the *Daily Planet* saying you had been taken hostage.

Lois nodded, still feeling the rush of adrenaline.
— Yes, we barely escaped. Mindy Church orchestrated everything, but she wasn’t here. She’s trying to spread chaos in Metropolis.

Clark added gravely:
— You have to find Mindy before she puts another plan in motion. She’ll stop at nothing to take control.

The sergeant nodded again.
— We’ll make sure her men are arrested. We’ll get you both somewhere safe.

As the police continued securing the house, Clark and Lois knew that, while this nightmare was over, Mindy Church’s threat still loomed over Metropolis.

Clark had held on as long as he could, but the repeated exposure to Kryptonite and their harrowing escape had finally taken their toll. His legs buckled, and with a faint gasp, he collapsed heavily to the ground.

— Superman! — Lois cried, rushing to his side. — Stay with me!

A nearby officer stepped forward, panic rising as they realized the severity of the situation.

— Call an ambulance! — he shouted into his radio. — We have an injured man, and it’s urgent!

Lois, kneeling beside Clark, desperately tried to rouse him, but despite her efforts, he remained unconscious. Her face betrayed her growing fear. The situation was slipping out of her control, and the thought of seeing Clark in this state terrified her.

Minutes later, an ambulance screeched onto the scene, and the paramedics carefully took charge of Superman, fully aware of the importance of their patient.

— Take him to *Star Labs*, — Lois insisted, her voice authoritative. — That’s where he needs to go.

One of the paramedics nodded, accustomed to such directives in extraordinary situations.

Before getting into the ambulance, Lois turned to a police officer.

— Can someone lend me a phone? — she asked, her voice a mix of urgency and controlled calm. — I need to call my husband. He needs to know I’m alright.

A police officer quickly handed her his phone. Lois swiftly dialed their home number and waited for the answering machine to pick up. Taking a deep breath, she began a fake conversation.

— Clark? — she said, trying to sound casual. — It’s me. Listen, everything’s fine now. The police are here, and I’m going with Superman to *Star Labs*. I just wanted to reassure you… I’ll be home as soon as I can. Don’t worry, everything’s under control.

She slowly hung up, her face hardening as she masked her emotions. The ambulance’s sirens wailed again, and Lois climbed aboard, ready to accompany her husband incognito to *Star Labs*.

### Chapter 14
**Isolated House**

After the tense exchange with Mindy, Clark collapsed onto the bed, exhausted. His body felt heavy, drained of all energy. Lois, worried, sat beside him and placed a hand on his shoulder, her gaze filled with concern.

— Superman, how are you feeling? — she asked softly before adding, more insistently, — Really?

Clark turned his head toward her, his gaze locking onto hers. He was trying to convey everything he felt—emotions he couldn't put into words.

— I feel better, — he murmured. — I’m not at my best, but I’ll be fine.

Lois let out a breath she hadn’t realized she was holding, relieved to hear those words.

— And you? — Clark asked, his voice laced with concern. — You were on the brink of death when I arrived.

Lois offered a faint smile, grateful.

— I’m fine, thanks to you, — she said sincerely, her smile reassuring. — But now, how do we get out of this nightmare? We’re being watched by cameras and microphones, every move and every word scrutinized. And everything will be twisted, taken out of context, amplified... We’re going to be front-page tabloid material.

Clark slowly nodded, understanding the gravity of their situation.

— Let’s just focus on getting out of here alive, — he said in a grave tone. — We’ll deal with the rest later.

The television in the room turned on again, immediately capturing their attention. This time, the screen showed live footage of the Ferris wheel at the fairground by the docks, spinning faster and faster, with panicked screams rising from the crowd below.

Lois jumped to her feet, horrified. She shot a glance at Clark, whose expression darkened at the sight.

— Oh no… they can’t stop it without you, — Lois murmured, despair creeping into her voice.

Clark clenched his fists, powerless. Every fiber of his being wanted to rush out and help, but his body was still too weak.

The newscaster’s voice echoed through the room:
*"Authorities have just announced that the structure will collapse within minutes. Superman has yet to respond to the distress call, and eyewitnesses claim to have spotted him with a woman at a luxury hotel. These images raise questions about the hero’s presence in the city while lives are at stake..."*

Lois felt rage boiling inside her. How dare they? She placed a comforting hand on Clark’s shoulder, knowing these words must be cutting deep.

— Don’t listen to them, — she murmured. — You’re here because Mindy trapped you. This isn’t your fault.

Clark, his jaw clenched, watched the footage on repeat, unable to accept his own helplessness.

The screen suddenly changed, and Mindy Church’s beaming face appeared, her smile stretching dangerously wide.

— Ah, if only you knew how delighted I am, my plan is going perfectly… But all this mental effort has made me hungry! And since I’m so generous, I’ll have some food delivered to you, — she said in a sickly sweet voice before raising a finger in warning. — But in the meantime, I’m afraid I need to keep you both quiet. So, here’s a little gift...

Clark understood her meaning instantly. He had no time to react before the kryptonite gas once again filled the room. He shuddered, clutching his chest as his strength drained away. Lois saw his face contort in pain before his body collapsed heavily to the floor.

— No! Superman! — she cried, rushing to his side.

Lois knelt beside him, her hands trembling as she searched for a pulse, trying to shake him awake. The green mist still floated around them, and she knew there was nothing she could do except wait—helpless—until Mindy decided to stop it.

— Don’t leave me, not yet, hold on, — she murmured, panic seeping into her voice as she watched Clark’s skin slowly turn pale.

At last, the gas stopped, and little by little, the pain faded from Clark’s face. He took a deep breath, slowly coming back to himself, while Lois remained at his side, silent tears streaming down her cheeks. Watching her husband suffer was unbearable, and the thought that kryptonite could kill him at any moment was a torment she couldn't endure.

Before they could recover, the door to their cell abruptly opened. Two guards entered, placing food trays before them. The meal was lavish, as if they were dining in a five-star restaurant. Mindy was clearly trying to create the illusion of a romantic getaway between Superman and Lois while continuing her twisted game.

Clark, still pale, nudged the tray with his fingers, nausea swirling in his stomach after the gas exposure. Lois, too, found herself unable to eat. The gut-wrenching fear of losing her husband had left a knot in her stomach, making it impossible to swallow more than a few bites.

— Do they really think this is how they’ll break us? — Lois muttered, casting a contemptuous glance at the meal.

Clark, his eyes still heavy with exhaustion, weakly nodded.

— As long as we’re together, — he said softly, his voice still hoarse, — they’ll never succeed.

Mindy reappeared on the screen, visibly displeased by what she was observing through her cameras. Her smile turned icy.

— You’re going to have to do better than this, my dears. I can’t show this to your audience. So, to keep the show going, Lois, you will now feed Superman.

Lois felt fury rise within her, her hands clenching into fists. She shot a defiant glare at the screen.

— You’re nothing but a vile little rat. You have not a shred of humanity. You live only to make others suffer, but your twisted little game is pathetic. You know what? You won’t win. Ever. We will get out of here, and you will end up where you belong: in prison, far away, in a place as miserable as your existence.

Mindy’s smile froze for a moment before returning, colder and more menacing.

— Ah, my dear Lois… You have fire in you. It’s admirable, really. But you underestimate just how much I enjoy this game. And remember, here, I make the rules. So, you will obey and feed your lover, or I will press the kryptonite button… and this time, maybe I won’t be able to stop it in time… — Mindy let her words linger, a smug smile on her lips as she gently tapped her fingers on the armrest of her chair.

Lois felt her heart clench at the threat. Kryptonite was the ultimate weapon, and Clark, already weakened, might not survive another exposure. She shot a desperate glance at her husband, but Clark weakly shook his head, refusing to let her submit to Mindy’s demand.

— Don’t do it, — he murmured hoarsely. — Don’t give her that power over you.

Lois remained still, torn between rage and fear.

Mindy fumed but forced herself to regain her composure, knowing anger wouldn’t get her anywhere. With a forced smile, she declared in a falsely calm voice:

— Fine, you’re still in shock. I’ll give you one hour to reconsider my little deal. But in an hour, you’d better be cooperative, or...

She left her sentence hanging, her piercing gaze through the screen serving as a silent threat. The image cut off, plunging the room into heavy silence.

Lois turned to Clark, searching his eyes for answers. They both knew Mindy wouldn’t hesitate to use the kryptonite again. Weak but still determined, Clark murmured:

— We need to find a way out of here before the hour is up.

Lois whispered:

— I went to the bathroom last night. There are no cameras or microphones in there, from what I could tell. And there’s a small window that opens to the outside.

Clark nodded, immediately grasping her meaning. She had found an opportunity. Even weakened, he knew he had to act on it before Mindy returned.

Sorry, for the delay, to make up for it, I'm giving you 3 chapters this evening

### Chapter 13
**Daily Planet**

Jimmy was hunched over his desk, frantically searching through city maps and property records, desperately trying to identify where Lois might be held captive. He cross-referenced the information, pinpointing all the isolated buildings, hoping to find a lead.

Suddenly, a breaking news alert on LNN caught his attention. The anchor’s voice echoed through the newsroom:

- "We have just received reports that the Ferris wheel at the fairground on the docks has lost control. Its speed has suddenly accelerated and won’t stop. About twenty people are trapped aboard. Emergency services are on the scene, but for now, they are unable to halt the ride or secure the passengers. According to authorities, the structure will not withstand this speed for more than a few minutes. They hope Superman will be able to hear this call and come to the victims’ aid."

The anchor paused before adding, visibly unsettled by the new information coming in:

- "However, another report has just reached us. It appears that Superman is unavailable to rescue the passengers. A troubling photo has just surfaced, showing him in a luxury hotel with what seems to be… one of his mistresses."

Jimmy's eyes widened as the image appeared on the screen: a blurry photo of Superman leaning over Lois, seemingly kissing her. Of course, Jimmy knew the situation had been taken out of context, but he instantly realized that Mindy was trying to publicly smear Superman’s reputation.

The entire Daily Planet newsroom froze before the screen, whispers and speculation filling the space.

A stunned voice broke through the murmurs:

- "That’s… Lois… and Superman…"

The shock rippled through the newsroom like a tidal wave, but Perry didn’t waste a second.

- "Turn off that damn TV right now!" *he barked, furious.* "I don’t want to hear another second of this nonsense!"

He turned to Eduardo, his tone still laced with anger.

- "Eduardo, get to the fairground and cover this story!"

Then, shifting his attention to Jimmy, he demanded, more impatient than ever:

- "Jimmy, any progress on Lois’ abduction?"

Jimmy quickly looked up from his documents, his expression focused despite the rising anxiety.

- "I’m getting there, Chief. I only have 250 buildings left to check."

Perry nodded before turning to another reporter, Larry.

- "Larry, help Jimmy out! We need to find Lois, fast!"

A sarcastic snicker echoed from the back of the room:

- "I don’t think she needs rescuing…"

Perry’s blood boiled instantly. His voice rang through the newsroom, furious and commanding:

- "The next time I hear anyone slandering Lois or anyone on this team, they’ll be fired on the spot! We are journalists, not petty gossip mongers! We do not tear down our colleagues here! Is that clear?!"

Silence fell immediately, heavy and absolute. No one dared move, everyone quickly returning to their desks, avoiding their editor-in-chief’s piercing gaze.

Still seething, Perry’s voice rang out strong and clear once more:

- "And now, do your damn jobs properly! Find out who took control of that ride! Find out who might have kidnapped Lois! And above all, find out who’s behind all this mess!"

His gaze swept across the newsroom, locking onto each of his reporters.

- "Be at least as good as Lois and Clark for just one day in your entire journalistic careers! Prove to me that you deserve your place here at the **DAILY PLANET**!"

The journalists immediately sprang into action, the energy in the room transformed by Perry’s speech into unshakable determination.

Another installment for Ficlet Friday. I had a bit of a struggle with this one. Hope you can enjoy it anyway.

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Good Night, Lois – Tick Tock

Lois' gaze flickers toward me every so often as she steers the rental car along the road. The crystal rattles in the toolbox that is stored on the floor between my feet. We had a long discussion on where to put it, on who would drive to Wichita and on whether or not I still needed rest.

Neither of us is particularly happy with the compromise we came up with, but it's not like either of us has a better idea.

She looked so innocent this morning when the first rays of morning light painted her face in a golden glow. Now her lips are drawn into a thin line.

“You shouldn't be anywhere close to this stuff,” she grumbles. “I could have taken this to a safe place on my own.”

“And what if Trask starts searching cars? What if our visit to the farm last night didn't go as unnoticed as we thought? What if he's just biding his –”

My heart skips a beat as, from the corner of my eye, I see military jeeps parked on the driveway to the Irig farm.

“Oh no, they’ve found Wayne!” I feel a wave of nausea rise in my stomach, not unlike the feeling that washed over me the night before. “Pull over, I need to help him.”

She slows the car, but stares at me, her eyes wide, her lips white.

She shakes her head. “No! You must be crazy! You don't even have your powers back!”

“Lois!”

I wish I could tell her that she's wrong, that there's no need to worry. But the truth is that even if I did have my powers, there's no guarantee that Trask won’t harm me. Not anymore.

I swallow hard. “You know I have to go. If they hurt Wayne, it will be because of me.”

“You're not responsible for the delusions of this mad guy.”

No, I'm not. But still it feels that way. If it weren't for me… I open the door, ready to get out.

Lois grabs my wrist to hold me back. “We should call the police and let them handle the situation.”

I take a deep breath. The police – that’s basically Sherriff Rachel Harris and a few deputies. I still remember her from school. She was cute with her two braids, the smallest girl in our class, yet tough even then. But I don’t know if she’s a match for Trask and his guys.

I pull my hand from Lois’s grip.

“I’ll be careful,” I promise. “Get this crystal away from here.”

I close the door behind me. Her muffled cry pierces my heart. I don’t want to hurt her, I don’t want to scare her either. But this is more important than her feelings or mine. Trask needs to be stopped, even if right now, I’m probably not the best person to do that. But it’s my fault Wayne is in this precarious position.

Without looking back I run past the parked jeeps and over to Wayne’s farm, careful to stay out of sight. I hope Lois will listen to me and take the crystal out of town. Briefly I contemplate changing into Superman. Trask doesn’t know I lost my powers. I know he’s after me because he’s scared of what I could do.

Tick Tock. I’m his crocodile.

He’s terrified of me though I haven’t even bitten his hand off.

But it wouldn’t take much for him to realize that, currently, I’m toothless.

No, playing Superman won’t cut it. Not until I get my powers back. Not if he found more of that crystal and somehow guessed who I really am and uses Wayne…

No! He can’t know already.

I sneak closer to the farm and hear voices coming from the barn. Trask’s goons are searching the place, and probably not for the first time, while Trask holds Wayne at gunpoint. What am I even supposed to do here? Walk in there and tell Trask that it’s me he wants?

Perhaps calling the police would have been the wiser decision.

But I can’t drag anyone else into this. Not Lois, not Rachel. It’s bad enough that Wayne is already caught up in this mess because he looked under the wrong tree. For the first time in my life I'm glad my parents aren't here anymore. At least Trask can’t harm them.

“I’m telling you, I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Wayne says, his voice trembling.

“Where did you hide the crystal you found?” Trask barks.

There’s a slapping sound and a cry that tears right through me. I ball my hands into tight fists and am hard pressed not to run straight inside and confront Trask. What am I going to do? Change into Superman and hope that the uniform alone will do the trick?

That - tick, tock - just seeing me will scare Trask witless?

If only it would. I never wanted for anyone to fear me. But I’d give anything for Trask to run away screaming right about now.

Because four men against one is not a battle I can win. I’m no longer weak as a kitten, but I’m still a far cry from my usual strength. What I’d need is a distraction, something that will draw the attention of these men away from Wayne.

I’m sure Wayne has a gun in his house. Not that I really know how to shoot. And it’d be still four people against one, four machine guns against an ancient rifle.

Looking around I search for something, anything that could help me out of this mess. There are several bags on the bed of Wayne's pick-up. Fertilizer. That's not going to be of much help either, unless… Suddenly I find myself staring at those bags, remembering bits and pieces about how dangerous fertilizers can be. An idea forms in my mind, brazen and far from anything I’d normally do. But desperate times…

The voices still come from inside the barn. I climb onto the bed of the truck and open a bag of fertilizer. There's rope too and a box of tools. I look back at the barn. Still no sign of any of them coming out. But they must be done searching the place any moment. I cut two pieces off the rope with a knife and even find a box of matches. Small mercies. Pulling up the hem of my shirt, I use it as a makeshift bag and quickly gather a few hands full of fertilizer. The voices inside are getting louder. More slapping sounds are testing my resolve, but I take deep breaths and continue.

As soon as I have what I need I jump from the truck and bite back a grunt as I hurt my ankle. Gritting my teeth against the pain in my foot, I hobble down the road back toward the jeeps, always looking over my shoulders. Barely in time I manage to duck behind Wayne’s tractor as Trask’s guys come out of the barn and head over to the house.

That gives me a few more minutes.

Anyway, I should hurry before Trask has the chance to hurt Wayne any more than he already did.

I'm almost glad I’m not forced to listen to his cries of pain.

***

Tick Tock.

I’m counting down the seconds, waiting with bated breath as I crouch on the roof of the chicken coop. Trask is still trying to get Wayne to talk, who stubbornly refuses. It’s painful to just lie there and listen, hoping that my Dad’s old friend won’t break under the pressure, praying that my little contraption will work, feeling guilty because Superman should be able to do so much more.

But I can’t.

The cape is flapping slightly with a strong gust of wind.

Tick Tock.

If Trask walks out of the barn and finds me here, waiting outside like a coward, he will know.

Tick Tock.

One slight squeeze of his trigger and I’m dead.

Tick Tock.

Who is whose crocodile? I’m not so sure anymore.

Tick To – Kaboom!

A massive explosion rocks the farm, courtesy of fertilizer, heat and gasoline. Only moments later the door of Wayne’s house flies open, Trask’s men storm out towards their jeeps to find out what’s happening. Trask steps out of the barn, looking around himself and just in time I jump from the roof, landing next to him with a heavy thud. I try not to wince as my ankle protests.

“Get back here,” Trask cries, but his voice is drowned out by a second explosion resounding from the driveway.

“Stop harassing people, Trask!” I fold my arms in front of my chest, giving him the sternest look Superman is capable of. “Your problem is with me.”

“Superman!” His gaze drifts over toward the jeeps, where black smoke is billowing. A smug expression crosses his face. “Showing the world your true face, are you?”

I grit my teeth, trying hard not to let him get to me. I did what I had to do, even if it meant wreacking destruction. Better these two cars than another blow to Wayne’s face. Or so I’m trying to tell myself. If I had my powers, I could have done so much worse.

“You're wrong about me,” I say between clenched teeth. “I mean no harm and I’m not the first line of an invasion. I’m the last of my kind, you have to believe me.”

“Believe you?” His laugh is more like a bark, short and without any humor.

Eyes wide, he raises his shaking hands and aims his pistol directly at my chest.

So much for scaring him witless.

I feel beads of sweat pool on my forehead. Just how long will it take him to realize that it would make more sense if I just grabbed Wayne and flew him to safety? I have to act before he realizes that something is seriously off.

Looking at the pistol, I force a smile on my face. “Don’t be ridiculous. You’re only going to hurt yourself.”

I dash forward and try to slap the pistol from his hand right when a shot rings out. A sharp pain tears through my arm, but I stagger forward and knock Trask to the ground with the sheer force of my weight.

“Stop this madness,” I ground out.

Locked in a tight grip, were both trying to win the upper hand. Trask’s fingers close around the wound in my arm. I see stars and through the haze of pain hear his laughter.

“I was right. Whatever this substance is, its radiation is toxic to you.”

He rolls us around until he's the one pressing me down. His fist connects with my jaw and my ears ring. More stars taint my vision. But I can't let him win. I'm not going to go down like that.

He prepares for another knock to my face, but this time I catch his fist and struggle to regain the upper hand.
I promised Lois to fly her to Ireland.

I vowed to spare her from any more pain.

I'm not going to leave her.

Even if all I'll ever do is saying ‘Good Night, Lois.’

I pull my hand free and aim for his jaw, but the blow falls short. And a moment later Trask's hands close around my neck.

“I'm not going to let you and your kind invade Earth. This stops right now.”

Gasping for breath, I'm trying to fend him off. But my strength is failing. My vision grays on the edges.
Desperately I struggle against his tightening grip. Then, suddenly, he just goes limp.

Wayne stands behind him, a huge wrench in his hands. His nose is bloody, his eyes swollen and his jaw ticks.

“You alright, Clark?”

I stare at him, dazed.

“You know?” I rasp.

His battered face splits into a smile. “Who do you think helped Jonathan bury your ship?”

Ciudora, as Shallowford said, you need to blank out the date stuff in the search form, both the number and the drop down.


And the fanfic index, you can find it right above the threads list in the fanfic board. It's labeled "Fanfic Index" I huge letters. Looks like it's a heading, which might be why no one finds it

Michael

Thanks for bringing this story up. I love time travel stories and I hadn't read this one before.

Andreia

I had this problem too. You can run an older search but how to do it isn't obvious. Click on the date range dropdown and select the blank option that's above Day, Week, Month, or Year. This will ignore the date range and give you results of any age.