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"Thank you for being my hero, My rock when storms abound; For pushing back walls to find me, And hearing my cry, though I utter no sound."
So…Superman? Also…walls!
tell-tale signs of devotion that might have leaked into Lois's expression.
Considering the rest…
LOIS: Oooooh! Clark is such a wonderful narrator. I wish he could recite more poetry to me!
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"The intended recipient is self-evident. And it's too specific for a greeting card."
Also, wouldn’t that card still get sold many millions of times on Superhero day?
"For all the little things you do, A 'thank you' I want to say; And wish you a very happy time, On this, your special day."
Awwww!
They figured the second poem was his and had deemed it pathetically inferior to the first.
Naaaah! They might just think ‘Lois’?
"And scores me a research lackey for a day," Lois said as she lifted her poem from Clark's hands. "Then everyone's happy."
But he was devastated at having lost the chance to spend an evening with Lois.
Well…maybe if he had spent more effort? If he had gone for broke? If he had written to Wonder Woman, instead?
Someone who had the simple luxury of living just one life.
Being just one person.
How easy that must be.
Clark couldn't be jealous, could he? Of Superman?
Why shouldn’t he?
Superman and Clark were completely different people. She had feelings for both of them.
CLARK: So, there *is* reason for jealousy?
And they were very different from the feelings she would always have for Superman.
So…brotherly love?
His 'poem' had been corny and shallow. Clark Kent didn't write 'corny and shallow'. He just didn't. No one knew that truth better than Lois did.
Lack of motivation was surprising. And disconcerting, if Clark preferred to do her research rather than have dinner with her.
Oops?
As much as her competitive nature had wanted to win, a part of her - a small, but not easily silenced part - would have been OK with losing.
Not losing, maybe. But having dinner with Clark …
Would he kiss her goodnight?
And if he did, would it be a light touch to her cheek? Or more?
Oooooh!
If she were honest, she'd known that everyone would assume she'd written it for Superman. She'd shamelessly used that knowledge as her cover.
Oh my. Huh. What?
Lois Lane jumped first and thought second. Mostly, these days, she didn't think at all.
She just called for Superman.
She needed to find Jimmy.
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The soft tap on her door snatched Lois's gaze from the card. She quickly pushed it into the envelope and shoved it out of sight under a pile of newspapers.
Ooooh! Nice setup.
It wasn't nothing. It would have taken her most of the day, and her current sense of accomplishment regarding her feature article would probably be teetering on the edge of panic. "Thanks, anyway," she said.
Awww…she got the school nerd to do her homework
"Guess I just can't put words together as well as you can."
/cocks eyebrow/
"Have you seen Superman today?"
"He wasn't at the library."
Ouch!
She perched on the sofa and thrust the envelope towards him.
Oh boy.
And awaited the disclosure of her destiny.
It was a photograph - Lois at her desk, her chair pushed back, one shapely leg crossed over the other, her head tilted a little, her chin up, her mouth curved to a smile. She looked as if she were in the grip of laughter.
She was laughing with him, Clark. He was standing at her desk, focussed on her, as they shared a moment of amusement.
I wonder if Lois knew about the picture or just squeezes Jimmy until he found one.
"Everybody knew you wrote this poem for Superman." Clark skimmed the words like fingertips running over broken glass. "I don't push back walls."
"Yes, you do."
Walls around your heart. Lunkhead! Also, Wedding Walls
"Wh…what do you mean?"
"You can't work it out?"
The surprise layered in her question stung him. If she knew, she was mad. And he was in trouble.
Lunkhead! Guilty lunkhead!
She glared at him. "Are you deliberately being obtuse or are you really, truly, honestly that clueless?"
Can he choose option c) Both?
She leaned right over to his side of the sofa and clamped a fiery kiss on his shock-wilted mouth.
She backed away, still glaring. "Now do you get it?"
CLARK:
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He got that there were still two possibilities. Either she knew she had kissed Superman or …
LOIS:
"I think you're trying to tell me something," he ventured.
I don’t think this is a good answer.
"Have a wild stab at what a woman might mean when she gives a man a card … when she writes poetry calling him her hero … when she kisses him."
CLARK: She thinks that he’s Superman?
"You can't think of one single thing it might mean when a woman kisses a man?" Lois barked.
CLARK: Is this like when a man kisses another man?
"I can think of two," he admitted. "I'm not sure which it is."
One would be that Lois is a Don?
Lois raised her hands heavenwards as if pleading for strength. "Clark," she said, with admirable - and alarmingly sudden - composure. "If it's possible that we can still be work partners and if that's what you want, just give me back the card and walk out now and we'll both try to pretend that none of this happened."
Oh boy. Maybe he should tread lightly now.
"Your drive and your passion inspire me … Your heart beats so daring and bold … Your fire warms the depths of my lonely soul, When sorrow has scraped it cold."
Why not enter it? It could mean Lana. Or Linda. Toni Taylor?
Clark took a step closer. "Lois," he said, barely above a whisper. "I need you to push back the walls and find me."
Awwwwww
"But I have two secrets that no one knows … except my parents. I'd … I'd like to share them with you."
That he’s a very patient man?
"Have you ever wondered what Superman does when he's not flying around Metropolis in tights?"
Play house with Clark?
"Yes."
One word. One word that changed his life forever.
"Oh, my," Lois said, sinking into the sofa.
"Superman has wanted to be with me from the start?"
"Not Superman. Cl-"
Clark shook his head a little. "The real poetry from my heart is short and doesn't rhyme and isn't original at all,"
. "I have that sort of poetry, too," she said.
Awwwwwww…
And she was kissing him.
THE END
What a cute short, Corrina!
Michael
