Hi Corrina!
Lois came into the farm kitchen, her bag on her arm and a pizza box in her hand.
Honey, I’m home!
and found her way home along the unlit and unfamiliar roads, despite panicking several times that she had missed the gate to the Kent farm.
Awww… poor dear!
“I wasn’t sure which ones you like.”
The one brought by Lois for a shared consummation of nutrients.
“You don’t want to be the farmhand, do you?” he said. “You’re going straight for the farm manager position.”
Smallville Press: Farmhand harassed by city slicker manager. Manager claims that “there was hay on the floor”.
“Will Martha be all right?” she asked.
“I hope so.”
“Do you know what’s wrong?”
“Yeah.”
“You do?”
“Yes, I do.”
Careful now. That’s getting close to prying.
“She’s mourning.”
“Mourning?”
Clark nodded. “For my father.”
“Oh no. Clark. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know.”
“The first anniversary is next month.” He continued to stare ahead, his pizza and drink seemingly forgotten.
Hey! You sneaky writer, you. Claiming she didn’t heart attack Jonathan. So what *did* you do to him?
Clark laughed grimly. “About as close as two people can be. Mom lost her husband, her best friend, her confidante, and her work partner. She lost a part of herself. I don’t know how anyone is supposed to recover from that.”
Oh boy. Mirroring Lois and Clark.
“Would you like to talk about him?”
Clark didn’t answer for a long, stretched moment. “Yes,” he breathed.
“Then I’d like to listen.”
Awwwww
Lois looked at his bare forearm and wondered if he’d mind if she reached out to touch him again. She was still debating with herself when Clark started speaking.
Lois is extremely adorable!
“Because you didn’t look like you should be driving. Because you looked like you needed some help. And…”
/points at earlier remark on taking home helpless creatures in need of nurturing/
“Hysterical women sobbing uncontrollably.”
see?
She hasn’t been into the café since… well, for a long time.”
Oh, no. Jonathan died of food poisoning!
Maisie: I resent the insinuation!
“She might say there’s too much work to do,” Lois predicted.
“Lois, there’s always too much work to do,” Clark said, sounding weary. “Sometimes, you have to put the work aside and do something that isn’t work.”
so much meta!
“On the road to Smallville, there’s a sharp turn then a steep hill leading to a bridge.”
You know, I first thought this was Lois speaking and was expecting Clark to answer, “no, there isn’t”
“Thanks for the warning,” she said, wondering if he was trying to tell her she was welcome to stay until the rain came next week.
Hmmm…
Clark: And in winter, you have to be really careful of black ice.
and watched Bess twenty yards away as she sat chewing her cud.
There was no sign of labour, but that wasn’t why he was here.
His mind was full of Lois.
So, he’s looking at a cow ready to have her calf, chewing food, and his mind goes to Lois.
LOIS:
/puts away chocolate/
Soft, gentle, touches that had felt as if she’d taken hold of his tired and aching heart and saturated it with…
Something.
Concern? Compassion?
Maybe love. In a strictly platonic sense, of course.
Lois was a modern, city-loving, independent woman, with a successful and exciting career.
Former city dweller, she comes pre-tarred-and-feathered, and is persona non-grata in any serious newsroom.
The work was piling up.
His frustration was escalating.
And all he wanted to do was spend time with Lois.
He could take her with him and tell people that Lois makes a fine handy woman.
Once in bed, Lois’s thoughts went through the darkness to somewhere on the farm where Clark was building a fence, working by tractor light.
Will she go to him?
Because a day without seeing Clark had felt strangely empty.
Awwwwww
See you in the next part
Michael
