DocJill said:
/me melts into a pile of goo and then borrows Saskia's mop...
So
that's what the mop was for! Call me slow, but I had wondered.
I'm obviously a hard woman, because I didn't melt. I did however laugh out loud on several occasions, and I did feel a very warm glow somewhere behind my ribcage. What an absolutely fantastic feel-good story!
One minor quibble: you mention a near deathbed reconciliation; I think that should simply be a near death reconciliation. (They weren't anywhere near a bed, as far as I can remember!
)
Others have commented on how wonderful the Lucy / Lois conversation was, and all I can really say here is, me too.
Oddly, I wasn't so keen on the idea that Lois had planned / engineered the conversation; I think I would probably have just left it as Lois having blindly entered into it. Then again, that's just me.
I did love:
“Lois, I love you,” he told her solemnly. “That’s me, Clark. And me, Superman. We both love you. And that’s my biggest secret of all - the one I’ve been most scared of you finding out.”
“That you’re Superman?” she said slowly, still clearly in shock.
He shook his head. “That wasn’t half as scary as the thought of you finding out that I love you. At least, while I thought there was no chance that you’d ever feel the same way about me.”
But then, why in the series did he have so much trouble with the revelation after he'd realised that Lois did, in fact, love him!? I
much prefer this version of events.
All in all, delightful, Wendy.
And thank you Erin, for having had the birthday that inspired this! Happy birthday.
Chris
