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Re: Good Night, Lois - Peter's Kiss Queen of the Capes 04/08/25 07:09 PM
This was a beautiful series! Thank you for sharing it. smile
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Re: FDK: Falling For a Farm Boy (16/16) Queen of the Capes 04/08/25 06:44 PM
Finally caught up on reading this one, and it's amazing and beautiful! Is there more yet? What happens to Lois and Clark? Will she move to Kansas or persuade Clark to move to Metropolis or will they take a third option? When will Clark tell her about himself? What happens with Superman? What happens with Jack? Please don't leave us hanging long!
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FDK: Stuck in the Dark 3/? aPurpleOkie 04/08/25 06:38 PM
Please provide any comments here. Thank you!
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Stuck in the Dark 3/? aPurpleOkie 04/08/25 06:34 PM
Thank you to everyone who has taken the time to review! I'm hoping your questions will be answered in the next few chapters but I can't promise it. wink

See Part 1 for Disclaimer.

Here is the next chapter of Stuck in the Dark

Chapter 3

The cab ride to the venue was quiet. Kal had spent most of it listening to the hum of traffic, the occasional muffled conversation drifting in from the sidewalk.

He still wasn't sure why he was doing this.

And yet, here he was.

Kal paused just outside the doors, his fingers tightening around the smooth curve of his cane. The sounds of muffled conversation drifted through the walls, a low hum of familiarity that sent a strange sensation rolling through his chest.

He had been here before. Not just in this place, but in this moment—the edge of something he wasn't sure he wanted to face.

And yet, he still took the next step moved to their seats as the host began the Kerth ceremony. The amount of work the organizers had put into making this event as accessible as possible was not lost on Kal. When he had first arrived, a member of the organizing committee met him to go over the logistics of him locating his table, navigating the path to the stage, and what would happen after the acceptance speech in case he was announced the winner of his category. As he fingered the braille program located at his seat, he tried to occupy himself with anything other than the memories of the last time he was in this place, at this event. It seemed like it had been a lifetime ago and, in some ways, it had; however, the truth was it had only been two years. Two years since he and Lois were celebrating his first ever Kerth award. The memory brought a small smile to his face until the host's opening address recalled him to the present and he settled in for what would likely be a lengthy ceremony. While the Kerths were not as prestigious as the Pulitzer, it was still a great achievement to be nominated in any of the nearly twenty categories recognized by the committee.

Feeling the pages of his program, Kal realized his category of Explanatory Journalism would be nearly the end of the festivities, followed by the award for Investigative Journalism. As he continued to read the program, he reviewed the list of other nominees for the Explanatory Journalism award. His fingers came to an abrupt halt as he started reading the list of nominees for Investigative Journalism: Lois Lane, Daily Planet. Kal closed his eyes and took a deep, cleansing breath. Had he been deliberately avoiding the thought, or had it simply not crossed his mind? It should have been obvious—of course Lois would be nominated for an award. She was one of the best investigative journalists in the field. But he had been so focused on getting through the evening unnoticed that he hadn't stopped to consider who else might be here. Now, that oversight could cost him the anonymity he had worked so hard to maintain.

As much as he had hoped he would win a Kerth for his article, Kal now reconsidered that position. What were the odds that both he and Lois would win their respective categories? No matter what they were, the number was too high. He would have to navigate this night carefully, ensuring he did nothing to draw attention to himself. As the ceremony progressed, Kal felt himself tense as his category approached. When his name was announced as the winner, a mixture of pride and unease settled in his chest. This was an honor, one he had worked hard for, but it also put him directly in the spotlight.

Pushing himself to his feet, he made his way to the stage, relying on the guidance the organizers had provided earlier. Taking the award in his hands, he traced his fingers over the engraving before stepping to the microphone. "Thank you, members of the Kerth committee, for this honor, and to the Daily Oklahoman for giving me a chance and the opportunity to continue doing what I love. Journalism has always been more than just a career for me—it's a way to seek truth, to give a voice to those who need it most, and to shed light on stories that might otherwise go untold. This award is a recognition not just of my work, but of the resilience and perseverance of the people whose stories I had the privilege to share. The challenges facing our communities—whether environmental, political, or social—deserve our attention, our curiosity, and our unwavering commitment to the truth. I am honored to be part of that pursuit. To my colleagues, my mentors, and the many journalists who inspire me every day—thank you for reminding me why we do this work. And finally, to those who continue to believe in the power of storytelling to change the world, this award is as much yours as it is mine. Thank you."

Kal was guided off stage and to the photo room. He remembered the process from the last time he was here, not that he could tell anyone that. No, this was Kal's first Kerth win, and he needed to act the part. After the photos would come the interview room filled with journalists hoping to get a soundbite or quote for their story. Kal did not relish the idea of being the subject of the questions from the throng of reporters. Until now, he had been able to fly under the radar, creating stories that were quality but not real attention grabbers. He originally thought this article would be the same way, but it was picked up by several larger markets, spread like wildfire throughout the journalism world, and led to him being here, in a moment he desperately wished he could get out of. How was he supposed to face the media without giving away his secret? No doubt his editor and the higher ups at the Oklahoman were thrilled with his victory and the publicity it would bring to the paper. As much as Kal wanted to fulfill their goals, he also wanted nothing more than to avoid the potential landmine of the interview room. Before he was really ready for it, the moment had arrived and he was seated in front of the press, relying on his guide to select who would be asking the questions. Trying to keep himself from slipping into 'Superman at a press conference' mode, Kal patiently answered each question posed to him in a short, succinct manner, hoping it would make the whole thing be over sooner. They surely couldn't have that many questions for such a relative newcomer, could they?

What seemed like an eternity later, but was actually more like ten minutes, the person overseeing the interview room thanked Kal for his time and notified the collected press that the award winner for Investigative Journalism would be arriving in a few minutes. Standing, Kal waited for his guide to provide his arm where they could make room for the next person. As they moved down the hallway back to the ballroom for him to grab his belongings, Kal heard the sound he had missed for the past two years. It was getting closer and the conflict in his soul was becoming too much. Part of him wanted to hide as fast as he could to get away from that sound, from her; however, another part of him longed to gather her in an embrace and confess all of his secrets to her. Kal thought the sound had sped up as they passed one another in the hallway and, for a moment, thought she had recognized him but as the sound of the heartbeat started fading away, he dismissed the idea. No, the close call with Lois was just that, a close call. His heart swelled when he realized the implications for hearing that heartbeat: Lois had won the Kerth for Investigative Journalism, again. He ached to go envelope her in a hug. Instead, he returned his focus to where his guide was leading him. After he retrieved his items from the banquet hall and picked up his overcoat from the coat check, Kal stepped out into the Metropolis night. His familiarity with the city and the nearness of his hotel meant he didn't need to rely on anyone so he could set his own pace.

This place held so many memories, some bad but mostly good. Moore was a nice enough place to live but it would never compare to Metropolis. He longed to be airborne, to see the millions of city lights shining brightly against the navy sky. There was too much light pollution for the view to have the same deep onyx background as the night skies in Kansas, but that had never made the view any less breathtaking. Mentally, Kal cursed Dr. Leir for what must have been the hundredth, if not thousandth, time.

Feeling the weight of the Kerth in his hand brought him back to the present and out of his dark ruminations. All things considered, Kal had done well for himself and adjusted to his new reality faster than he thought possible. Making his final turn to approach the doors of the hotel lobby, his hearing picked up a familiar sound. Apparently, his near miss wasn't a near miss after all.

Taking a deep breath, he tried to prepare himself for the conversation that it appeared he could not avoid. The heartbeat grew closer until it stopped directly in front of him, forcing Kal to either stop or run over her.

"Kallen Ellis?" Her voice was a quiet whipcrack, like she was daring him to correct her.

"Yes?" He replied, infusing the question into his tone.

"I have questions, and I believe you'd rather I ask them in private. Do not insult my intelligence by pretending you don't know who I am." She responded, the edge never leaving her voice.

Using every ounce of willpower he had, Kal held back the heavy sigh that had formed in his chest. That was Clark's habit, and he wasn't Clark right now. "Okay, Lois." He finally said as evenly as his frazzled nerves would allow.
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The Airborne Swine (1/1) Queen of the Capes 04/08/25 06:29 PM
This is just something I came up with while at work and jotted down once I was home. Hope yall enjoy. smile

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There once was a man who was a pig farmer. He had several breeds, including some obscure ones that had been popular in the confederacy during the American Civil War; the highlight of his career came when he found a boar from a rare breed named after John Wilkes Booth and was able to proliferate it among his herds. Overall, he was successful and obtained a modest profits from his ventures.

However, he wasn't satisfied with his income from the pigs, so he decided to diversify. After much deliberation, he chose to invest in the manufacturing of helium. He laid out the monies for both the production equipment and necessary storage facilities and had them built on his farmland.

Well, one day, a mishap occurred which set the pigs loose. They somehow found their way into one of the storage facilities and got into the helium. When the man rushed into the building to assess the damage, he found all of his pigs floating in mid-air! Mercifully, they were contained inside the building, and so none had floated off into the horizon; even so, they were bumping against the ceiling in a state of clear distress.

Lacking a better idea, the man called his usual veterinarian. After he explained the situation, the old doctor gave him his advice: “Don't panic. Believe it or not, I've seen this happen before; just tether them all to the ground so that they don't float away, then wait for a couple of hours.”

The man did so, tying all of his swine to cables which he anchored into the ground. After a few tense hours, the pigs slowly lowered until their feet were once again on solid earth. Relieved, the man called his veterinarian back and asked what to do next.

“It's almost over,” the vet reassured him. “Go ahead and release all the male pigs, but make sure that the females stay tied.”

Slightly confused but also relieved, the man untethered every male pig. The boars and male piglets quickly scampered back to their pens while the females stayed behind, still attached to the ropes. After another hour passed, the female pigs began slowly lifting into the air once more! Panicked, the man called his veterinarian.

“Yes, yes, I expected as much,” said the veterinarian. “It'll be fine. Just wait a while, like you did the first time.”

Nervously, the man waited. Another hour passed, then two. Finally, the female pigs drifted back down to earth as before. The man called the vet and told him what was happening.

“That's good,” the vet assured him. “You can go ahead and release them too, now. The crisis is over.”

“But why did they suddenly float back up?” The man asked, bewildered.

“It's a known trait,” said the vet, “unique to those old confederate breeds: the sows will rise again.”
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Re: A Chance Meeting In A Parking Lot (1/1) Queen of the Capes 04/08/25 06:27 PM
Originally Posted by Anna B. the Greek
Mary!! I haven't read any L&C fic in a while and OMG I missed your writing!! This ficlet is so well-written and fun!!

I'm late replying, but it's good to see you posting again too! And thanks! laugh
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Re: FDK: Stuck in the Dark 2/? Morgana 04/08/25 04:25 PM
From these wonderful descriptions, I get the definite sense that Kal is not only blind, but is completely vulnerable after the 'accident'. Despite this handicap, he's neither bitter nor angry, he is merely existing, which is so unlike Clark. All through this part I kept thinking, no, he'll wake up and it will be from a nightmare...

His boss, Anderson seems to be an empathic person. One gets the feeling that he wants Kal to attend the awards ceremony not just to boost the paper's circulation, but more for the stoic reporter's own mental and emotional good. Does he know about Clark... excuse me Kal's past?

Where are Martha and Jonathan? dizzy
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Re: 🏆Kerth Awards 2025 🏆: Official Shortlist of Nominees! Ultra Woman 04/08/25 01:02 PM
Congratulations to all the nominees and thank you for these amazing stories! notworthy

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Questionnaire: Use of generative AI in fandom spaces Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 12:56 PM
Hi everyone!

A friend of mine from the Harry Potter fandom is conducting research for their BA in cognitive science, on the use of generative AI in fandom spaces. If you have some time to spare and a familiarity with the Harry Potter series (even if you're not in the fandom), you can help out by filling out their questionnaire!

Copying from their intro post on their Tumblr sideblog:

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Who am I?
I am a fanfic writer first and university student in the process of writing my BA thesis second.

I want to share my questionnaire here on tumblr. For personal reasons I don't want to use my main blog for that and that's why I made this sideblog!

What is this all about?
My thesis concerns the use of generative AI in fandom spaces and fanfic writers' attitude towards generative AI.

Can I take part?
Please do!!

As long as you (1) belong to a fandom (2) are familiar with the Harry Potter series and (3) have some time to spare - you can take part!

You don't need to be an active participant in the HP fandom at this moment to take part. However, to answer the questions in the later sections, familiarity with the series is needed. If you are completely unfamiliar with the series, unfortunately you won't be able to take part.
I have been told that there is no minimum age requirement, so even if you are not over 18 you can take part! (However, I am asking you to state for age in the questionnaire - for statistical purposes only - remember, this is all completely anonymous and I am unable to identify anyone by their answers!)
If you can't take part, please share the post with the link to the questionnaire!

Is there a deadline?
I am planning to keep the questionnaire up for about a month, so until the beginning of April

Direct link to questionnaire

Thank you for helping out!!
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FDK: You're the Devil in Disguise Ultra Woman 04/08/25 12:49 PM
So... What really happened? Is it what it looks like? devil Where is Lois? confused

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Re: FDK: The End Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:55 AM
Not the salmon mousse!! 😅

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“You know, we've had some awful mayors before, but at least none of them ever directly killed their constituents! I am never voting for that jerk again!”

INDEED.

Loved your Death 😁 Very faithful to the original!

This was too fun for a deathfic! 😁 Good job!!
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Re: A Personal Favor 1/1 Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:44 AM
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Superman somehow invented a new shade of red.

This is the best description of blushing I have read in, perhaps, ever. Brilliant!!

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Superman shushed him while definitely not wearing eyeglasses.

I lol'd irl!! This is gold!!

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Dr. Klein stared at him, stunned. Superman wore glasses? Picturing it was...actually, shockingly easy now that he let his mind imagine it. Something began to niggle at his brain.

A-ha!!

This ficlet was perfect, Mary!! So fun, a great concept about the glasses, their dialogue/characterization is excellent and your descriptions are out of this world! Loved it!! Thank you for sharing!! ❤❤
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Re: True Hates Kiss Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:38 AM
EEEP I could physically feel Clark's disgust!! Poor man!! 😅

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“Objectively speaking, Lex is an excellent—”

Lois!! Don't rub salt on the wound!!

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“I just sort of hinted that with my power and his former power… we could be amazing together and we could rule the world… um, together… and well, he was surprisingly receptive to that idea.”

Oh my god, he is so predictable! 😅

The idea for the curse was so good and made sense, actually! Thank you for sharing this fic!! ❤
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Re: FDK: Walk The Dog Challenge 4: A Walk In The Park Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:28 AM
This was so adorable! Loved Lois and Clark as a couple, and Krypto chasing the pigeons! 😁 Thank you for sharing!! ❤❤
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Re: FDK: The Story I've Never Seen Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:25 AM
LMAO!! This is perfect!! Clark is a man of his word, after all! 😁 Loved it!! Thank you for sharing! ❤❤
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Re: FDK: The Ring Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:23 AM
Aww, this started out funny and ended almost bittersweet! How much emotion in such a small ficlet! Thank you for sharing this! ❤
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Re: FDK: Krypto Meets A New Friend? Part 1 of 1 Anna B. the Greek 04/08/25 10:16 AM
Aww, this was adorable! And what a plot twist in the end!! No wonder Pepper likes Clark best!! wink
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Re: FDK: Stuck in the Dark 1/? bakasi 04/08/25 05:57 AM
I like the tone of this one. I think I remember one other fic where Clark doesn't heal after being blinded and he was severely depressed. This Clark seems to have settled into his new reality. He's still a reporter, even if he can no longer be Superman. And apparently his work is still worthy of a Kerth award.

I like the atmosphere you're here. How his invitation to the awards is shaking up his world.
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Re: 50 Book Challenge 2025/What I've Read in 2025 scifiJoan 04/08/25 01:53 AM
#16 Three Mothers by Hannah Beckerman

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When seventeen-year-old Isla Richardson is killed in a hit-and-run incident, a community’s lives are thrown into disarray. For Isla’s mum, Abby, it is her second devastating bereavement, having lost her husband five years ago. As Abby begins to uncover secrets about Isla’s life, she’s forced to rethink everything she thought she knew about her family.

A supportive best friend

For Abby’s best friend, Nicole, the tragic death sets in motion a chain of events that will have irreparable consequences for her husband and her two teenage sons.

A determined mum

For Jenna, Isla’s death threatens to expose secrets about her son’s past that she has done everything in her power to hide, to secure him a better future.

A tragedy unites them—but it could also tear their families apart

Predictable thriller. A quick read.
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Stuck in the Dark 2/? clrgard 04/07/25 08:29 PM
Disclaimers and author's notes are at the beginning of Chapter 1.

Chapter 1


Chapter 2

The envelope still sat on his desk two days later, untouched since the moment his fingers had first traced the raised lettering. He wasn't sure why he hadn't tossed it. He had no plans of attending, no real reason to step back into that world—his world, once. If he went, he would still be Kal Ellis. That wasn't the problem. No one there would see anything more than a journalist from Oklahoma. But he would know. He would sit in that room, surrounded by the life he left behind, and pretend it didn't matter.

And wasn't that what he'd spent the past two years trying to avoid? It wasn't worth it. He wasn't worth it.

And yet, the envelope remained.

He hadn't thrown it away, hadn't called Anderson to tell him he wasn't going, hadn't even said the words out loud. Instead, it sat there, an unspoken challenge, a question he wasn't ready to answer. More than once, his fingers had drifted toward it, tracing the embossed seal, feeling the weight of it—more than just cardstock and ink, but something heavier, something inescapable.

The shrill ring of his office phone cut through the quiet, jolting him from his thoughts. He tensed, then reached for the receiver, pressing it to his ear with a measured exhale. "Ellis."

"Tell me you're at least considering it."

Anderson's voice was casual, but Kal knew him well enough to hear the expectation beneath it. He ran a hand over his jaw before answering, his tone carefully neutral. "Considering it," he admitted, though he wasn't sure that was true.

There was a pause on the other end, a soft exhale before Anderson spoke again. "Look, Ellis. You don't have to make a speech, you don't have to enjoy it, hell, you don't even have to smile. But you wrote something damn good. You deserve to be in that room."

Deserving.

A funny word.

There was a time he might have believed it, a time when his work had felt like a piece of something bigger, when recognition had been about the impact, not the name attached to it. But now? The idea of standing on that stage, accepting an award under a name that still didn't feel like his, in a city he had spent months convincing himself was no longer his home—it felt like tempting fate.

He hadn't asked for this. Hadn't wanted it.

Once, being recognized for his work had meant something. It had been about the truth, about exposing what needed to be seen. But now, the idea of standing on that stage—of people looking at him, wondering—felt like stepping back into a world he had no claim to anymore.

And yet, in the end, he didn't say no.

Kal stood in the center of his bedroom, suitcase open at his feet. The space was quiet—almost too quiet. His fingers skimmed along the edges of the neatly folded shirts on the bed, counting them off in his head, making sure everything was where it should be. A suit. Dress shoes. Tie—begrudgingly.

He hated ties.

The whole thing felt performative. Ceremonial. Like slipping into a version of himself that didn't quite fit anymore.

Still, he packed it. Deliberate, methodical. He didn't have the luxury of winging it these days. Every movement had to be planned, every item accounted for.

He had written a speech—reluctantly. Just in case. Anderson had insisted, and Kal hadn’t had the energy to argue. It sat folded in the inside pocket of his jacket, a few short paragraphs. Not because he wanted the spotlight—but because he couldn’t afford to be unprepared if the moment came.

He zipped the suitcase closed and stood there a moment longer, one hand resting on the handle, the other brushing against the smooth curve of his cane.

This wasn't a trip he wanted to take. It was one he had to.

By the time Kal found his seat on the plane, he was already tired. Not physically. Just… worn thin. From the crowds, the noise, the subtle tension in every step as he made his way through the terminal. He had planned it all out—boarding time, seating, even the timing of the security check—but that didn't make it comfortable. He had to ask for help twice just to get to the gate, and every time he heard a pause before someone spoke to him, he could feel their uncertainty.

He hated that. Hated how often people hesitated around him now.

The overhead fans hummed as passengers shuffled past his row, jostling carry-ons and exchanging pleasantries with the flight attendants. Kal sat stiffly, cane folded beneath the seat, backpack tucked between his feet. His fingers tightened on the armrest every time someone brushed by too close. He felt their eyes on him, even if he couldn't see them.

He didn't like being this out of control.

There'd been a time when flying meant something else entirely. Freedom. Focus. A kind of clarity no one else could understand. Flying had once been instinctive—a rush of air, the sensation of movement bending to his will.

Now?

Now flying was turbulence he couldn't anticipate. Direction he couldn't track. Sometimes, when the plane banked, he felt something shift—not inside the cabin, but deeper. Like the air itself was laced with orientation. A faint current he couldn’t explain. It wasn’t sound. It wasn’t pressure. But it was… something. He hadn’t mentioned it to anyone. Maybe it was nothing, but the feeling kept returning. A cabin full of strangers, each sound magnified in the darkness he lived with every day.

The hum of the engine became a low, droning pulse in the back of his skull. He tracked it automatically, more out of habit than curiosity. The flight attendant stopped to check on him before takeoff, her voice overly careful. He gave her the same calm, measured tone he always used, and she moved on.

He hated that tone, too. He used it when he wanted people to think he was fine.

The captain's voice crackled through the speakers, announcing the flight path and destination. "Welcome aboard, ladies and gentlemen. We'll be arriving in Metropolis in approximately two hours…"

The name landed like a punch. Metropolis.

Kal's fingers flexed against the textured fabric of the armrest. He shifted slightly in his seat, adjusting to the space around him, but it didn't help.

He hadn't been back since the accident. Since the day the light went out and everything changed.

This wasn't a homecoming. It was an obligation. A mistake, maybe.

The plane jerked forward, taxiing down the runway. Kal leaned back, jaw tight, trying to breathe through the sudden lurch in his stomach. The wheels lifted, the cabin tilted, and gravity did its work.

He used to know exactly how fast he was moving. How high. Which direction. Now, he had only his instincts and the occasional shift in pressure to go by—and it wasn't enough. Not for someone who used to be the flight path.

The moment the plane reached cruising altitude, Kal exhaled slowly, hands resting flat on his thighs. The pressurization made his ears pop. His other senses tried to compensate, reaching for something familiar, but there was nothing here that grounded him.

The seatbelt buckle felt like a restraint. Not a safety feature—just another reminder that he wasn't who he used to be.

Someone across the aisle started a conversation with the person next to them. He couldn't make out the words over the hum of the engine, but the cadence of casual travel talk grated against his nerves.

It felt so normal. All of it. As if the rest of the world hadn't shifted beneath his feet.

He turned his head toward the window, though it offered him nothing now. Still, it was something. A direction. A fixed point in a journey that felt otherwise unmoored.

He couldn't shake the feeling of vulnerability. Of being strapped into a metal cylinder thousands of feet in the air with no way to orient himself. No way to reach for control.

He folded his hands together in his lap and let out a breath through his nose. Controlled. Quiet. There was no reason to let it show.

But he hated this.

He hated flying blind.

And he hated even more that it wasn't a metaphor anymore.

"Flight smooth?" Anderson's voice cut through the hum of the lobby as Kal stepped into the hotel.

"As smooth as it gets when you're pretending not to exist," Kal replied, setting his bag down with a quiet thud.

Anderson chuckled. "That bad, huh?"

Kal didn't answer.

"You got your speech ready?"

"I'm not planning to win."

"Didn't ask if you were." Anderson's tone turned thoughtful. "But in case you do, I'd rather not watch you stand there and improvise something moody and philosophical."

Kal smirked faintly. "Then you're safe. I don't do moody in public."

"Sure you don't." Anderson patted his shoulder once before heading to the elevator. "Get some rest. You'll need it."

Alone in his room, Kal sat on the edge of the bed, fingers tracing the edge of the keycard he still held in his hand. The room was clean, generic, nothing memorable—but the air carried a scent of faint cologne and too much carpet cleaner, and
somehow, it triggered something.

A memory. Not sharp, but clear enough.

Lois laughing in the hotel hallway two years ago, her heels clicking on the tile as she turned to look over her shoulder—her voice rising above the crowd, teasing him about something stupid he'd said.

He hadn't heard her laugh in person since then.

Kal exhaled and set the keycard aside.

An hour later, Kal sat on the edge of the hotel bed, still fully dressed.

The suit hung in the closet. The tie lay draped across the nightstand, untouched. His cane rested nearby, always within reach.

The room was quiet, save for the muffled sound of the city outside—distant horns, a car alarm somewhere too far to matter, the occasional rumble of a train. Familiar sounds, but they didn't settle him the way they used to. If anything, they felt hollow. There'd been a time when sound was just one layer of awareness. Now it was everything.

A siren rose in the distance, sharp and fleeting. His ears tracked it on instinct.

But that was someone else's job now.

He laid back on the bed, arm draped across his chest. He couldn't sleep, not really. His mind circled too many things—what he would say if he won, what Lois would think if she saw him, whether coming here had been a mistake.

A beat of memory slipped through. Lois, not long before the accident, yelling across the bullpen about a source who'd gone cold. Her voice rising above the newsroom noise. Clark had teased her. Kal didn't laugh now.

He turned onto his side, facing the dark.

There were a hundred reasons not to be here. He just couldn't decide if Lois was one of them—or the reason he'd come at all.


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Re: The mourning after (4/4) (Mad dog Lane Story 1/2) bakasi 04/07/25 01:48 PM
Aww, my heart is broken.
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Re: The mourning after (3/4) (Mad dog Lane Story 1/2) bakasi 04/07/25 01:39 PM
I love how the Kents tell Lois about Clark and his decision to keep his powers a secret. Powerful chapter
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Re: The mourning after (2/4) (Mad dog Lane Story 1/2) bakasi 04/07/25 12:47 PM
whinging

Part of the reason why I didn't read this earlier was that I wasn't in the right frame of mind for this kind of story. It's really heart-wrenching. I will continue hoping that you'll put your toys back into the box eventually.

So for now, really well done. I like how the Kents offer support even while dealing with their own grief.
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Re: Dessert 1/1 Anna B. the Greek 04/07/25 11:21 AM
Hahahah the ending is perfect!! Clark is a bit of an idiot, but we love him!! 😁 Thank you for sharing this lovely ficlet!!
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Lois & Clark Fanfic
Re: The mourning after (1/4) (Mad dog Lane Story 1/2) bakasi 04/07/25 06:08 AM
Poor Lois. Alone after she said no to Lex. Where is Clark? You captured Lois' distress quite well and this Leo Nunk guy gave me the creeps.

Sorry for being so late to the party. But awesome first chapter.
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