She is poison to him. His own personal Kryptonite.
<stops reading, runs to Sam's Club to stock up on tissues>
“Better to have Kryptonite for blood than the red blood of a traitor,” Trask says, and maybe he says more, but Lois does not bother to listen.
<whacks Trask upside the head with a metal baseball bat>
The man Lois would do anything to save because Clark needs an ally, a friend, a brother, far more than he needs his betrayer (his Kryptonite).
*sigh* Lois, you *REALLY* haven't been paying attention to the way Clark has changed since arrived, have you?
“That’s who I am,” he’d said. “Clark.”
And she’d laughed. (Later, she will cry instead.)
Oh, man. You're killing me here.
“Before Superman went after him and put him into prison, Lex Luthor was quite helpful. Found and donated a large chunk of Kryptonite to the cause. A true patriot.”
You know, I've always thought those two working together could make for an awesome (for us, hell for Clark) story.
A needle pricks the inside of her elbow, the cold pinch of punctured flesh. Liquid fire spider-webs up and down her arm.
Well, there goes the hope that Clark will get there in time to melt the needle...
“We saw you!” Trask had hissed in her ear, and the soldier had relayed it. “Last night, your parents showed you a sample of the rock Wayne Irig found on his property, and you were completely incapacitated. Not quite so super anymore, eh, Kent?”
Ah, okay, I've been wondering for the entire story how the truth had come out.
“Still think he’s a hero?” Trask had demanded of her, pushing her down until she sprawled in the dirt, boneless, still, frozen in disbelief and incomprehension. “Still think he stands for truth and justice? You don’t even know who he is, Ms. Lane. And you never have. And you never will. He’ll always be lying to you, always be using you, laughing at how inferior he thinks you are. He’s no hero, Lois Lane. He’s just a con artist.”
I can see Lois feeling exactly this way too. Especially since other men have used her and lied to her before.
There is fire inside of her, searing, boiling heat expanding and contracting through her veins until she thinks her skin will explode. She can feel the path it takes, up and down her arm, reaching out, spreading like a contagion, roaring toward her heart where it will be carried to every inch of her body, turning her into a living, breathing radioactive piece of Kryptonite.
She can’t open her eyes. Can’t bring herself to push past the blaze of liquid heat still searing inside her
Please, please, *PLEASE* tell me Dr. Klein has some kind of Kryptonite removal method/do-hickey. Maybe he can give her regular rounds of dialysis until her blood is clean again? Please?
Because she knows this touch. She knows this voice. She knows this care, this attention, this feeling of safety.
(joy and fear for Clark, here)
He cannot be Superman while she drags him down.
He cannot be Clark while she lifts him up before the whole world.
Love this.
And Lois had turned away.
I do love how you wove in the memories, even if I hated waiting to know what happened.
The doctor comes in and tells her that whatever Trask had tried to inject her with has been purified from her system.
Hmmm... (And let's hope Trask is well and truly a charcoal briquette now!)
Clark comes to visit her, but Lois leaves specific instructions with the nurses that she doesn’t want any visitors at all,
When they finally bring her a phone, she buys a single, one-way ticket back to Metropolis. From now on, Lois Lane is just as dead as what-might-have-been, and there is no going back.
Except we still have 5 more chapters for Clark to fly through window and rescue her as much as she's tried to rescue him.
And...what's this? No more? I don't understand....
Fabulous, as always, my friend! Please give us more soon!
