Hi Mary!
“Anywhere but home!” Perry had ordered them. “Don't be where they can serve you!”
Clark stared at his desk.
So, will Clark have to bunk with Lois in a cozy motel off Interstate 287 since Cat is already getting busy with his son?
In the corner of his eye, he saw Cat appear next to him. She seemed to hesitate briefly before reaching out to touch his arm. “Since you're a man in hiding, why not come have dinner at my place?”
What she playing at? Trying to mend fences?
Cat had certainly been nothing other than friendly to him since his arrival at the Planet, but her reputation held that she was a man-eater.
Yeah, she’s an actual cougar, out to rob the cradle.
Perhaps this was the springing of a trap? “You and me?”
“Well...” Cat shrugged. “You, me, and possibly my roommate.”
Wah…? So, Clark and Cat and her … roommate. Most likely of the female persuasion?
LOIS: /squints/ Go on Clark! Go with Cat and her roommate. Have fun.
Some of the saucier stories about Cat sprang to the forefront of Clark's mind, and his eyebrows raised.
See?
CAT: /shrugs/ happens that my roommate is a charming guy…
“My male, straight roommate,” Cat clarified with a smirk.
See? Also, this doesn’t really help matters. Not really.
She rested a hand on his arm again. “Just come by. It'll be...interesting.”
Did you ever watch the TV show Lucifer a couple of years back?
Clark wasn't sure he was up for “interesting”, but...going home was not an option. What else could he do?
/points at Lois/
The art on the walls certainly had a theme to them that fit with what he knew of the woman, but the pieces were surprisingly tasteful.
More tasteful than the Targaryen wall tapestries in House of the Dragon?
A few more books rested on the coffee table, and Clark double-taked as he realized they were about time travel and quantum physics.
Cat has…varied interests.
Clark stepped forward and held out a hand. “Um, hi! You must be Cat's roommate.”
The other man didn't acknowledge him, but instead looked around frantically.
Cat never mentioned bringing Daddy home for dinner?
With a wordless yell, he stamped on the ground and reached over to the light-switch to begin flicking the lights on and off.
With a look of distress, he launched into a flurry of complicated hand gestures, occasionally pointing at Clark.
Oh, this is so good. Wair, why doesn’t Clark do ASL?
He lowered his hands, then suddenly stiffened. With a glare, he waved two fingers back and forth between Cat and Clark, then—well, Clark had no idea if that next gesture was Sign Language, but it certainly needed no translation
No, Cat isn’t suggesting that Daddy joins them in the bedroom. What does he think his girlfriend is? Some kind of sex fiend?
LOIS: If the garter belt fits…
After a thought, she added a word and turned the pad back around to show “HANDSY Gov't men”.
JORDAN:
CAT: Relax, your Dad’s still a virgin. They didn’t go *that* far.
But then, his parents had only ever mentioned one instance where Superman was approached about aiding the military: a sitting president had politely asked, and his dad had politely declined. None of this made sense...
So, Nightfall was strictly speaking scientists asking and not the government? And why did no one ever tell the kids about Trask?
Maybe his predicament was a job for Superman, after all. Maybe they could work together to figure out what went wrong and how to put it right again.
Clark could show Jordan how to fly at relativistic speeds. That way, Jordan would only be flying for a little while and be back in the future.
“My name is Red Tornado, and I'm here to help.”
His dad stared blankly at him.
Awwww, also, just how many people know ASL?
The thought began to seep into Jordan's mind that his dad might not know any Sign Language yet.
See?
Learned it for his boy, apparently.
It was one thing when he'd contacted Cat and found that she had to start from scratch; the older Ms. Grant had likewise chosen to learn after meeting him, so that was familiar.
And he’s worrying about breaking the timeline with his *dad*?
Jordan smiled a little and took the offered pad. “You can call me Red Tornado”, he wrote before handing it back.
His dad frowned at the page and looked at him in confusion. His mouth moved.
Yeah, he’s an alien. Give it some time and Kara might show up, too.
His dad reached into his pocket, pulled out a strange, black device, and stared at it.
It’s called a beeper. And it makes sound when someone wants to get in touch with you.
As of now, the timeline had been thrown into a maelstrom of uncertainties, and there was nothing for it but to ride the storm.
What’s the worst that could happen?
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Comments: see above.
Question: when's the next part due?
Criticism: the next part is not up yet.
Michael
