Hi Mary!
The title, with the Mammoth literally in their living ‘room’
Fortunately, it turned out to only be a bird
You only say that until it turns out that it’s a very large bird that’s in the business of doing its business just as it flies over your spot.
“Lois, are you okay?! Where’s CK? Did it get him?” His gaze landed on the red mess near where Lois had previously stood, and his face lost all color. “Oh my god! CK!”
Three. Two. One.
“Guys, you’ve got to come back to camp! Did you see the way all those trees went crashing down just now?” He pointed off in the direction Clark had come from. “There’s something big out there!”
/Points at comment on previous part about Clark’s actions getting noticed/
. “If those tigers come back, or something worse…”
Which is why we keep an eye on Lex.
He heard Lois shift on the log. “So much for the idea that you-know-who doesn’t lie. Then again, that boat already sailed, didn’t it?”
Should make for fun conversations once The Blonde shows up.
CLARK: Honestly, Lois, Mayson is not interested in Superman, at all!
Luthor was grimacing at something Ed was saying about the organ meats,
“would make a fine haggis”?
“I didn’t really lie. I just…”
“Misled him.”
/Points at Mayson remark/
Lucy and I would have to be the ones to get things for Mom, and eventually each other—and I don’t just mean the ‘girly stuff’, either;
LOIS: No, I’m not 21. The booze is for Mother, or do you think a 15 y/o buys white wine instead of beer?
She sniffled. “Well, I guess that’s why you’re…you.”
Awww
“We managed to pack away what’s left of the organ meat,” the younger man explained. He grinned. “Dr. Lewis said I’ve got guts.”
/Looks Jimmy over/ Yes, he got guts all over.
Clark rolled his eyes at the pun.
Oops?
Jimmy looked worriedly down at his hands. “Do you think Lois will be upset if I get blood on her new tent?”
You have to sanctify the blood week tent.
The trees around them became translucent until he finally spotted a bear in the distance, its nose in the air as it investigated whatever scent had gotten its attention.
Like the fresh blood?
Quite probably, it was the smell of blood…
Oops, again.
“I don’t know if they counted the matches, but we should use one just in case. Make sure you borrow at least a few, though. You don’t want to look too confident.”
Or he’s a boyscout?
“I see.” He heard her shift slightly on the log. “So, before the Messenger shuttle, you were out there, studying us;
Yes, Trask was right. It’s important to be prepared when invading a new world. How to best subvert the government. How to best get women to carry your young. Typical invader stuff.
He heard her movements as she set her new rug in place.
You know, all things considered, the tree stump is still more comfortable than the love seat back home.
. “Oh, I love—” She broke off. “I love this place. Thank you.”
he should really show her his Fortress of Solitude.
LOIS: Why is there a sleeping bag covered in fresh rose petals in your treehouse?
One piece accidentally ignited. That would have been just fine with Clark, given its intended purpose, but for the fact that the flames caught the sleeve of his shirt.
Oops?
“Well, everyone already met this world’s Superman, and of course he looks just like…uh…the original. Maybe we could swipe some extra fur, muss your hair a little more, and then you could just say ‘ugh, ugh!’ a lot and—”
JIMMY: Look at Lois!
LEX:
I’d rather not. I never realized just how super crazy she was. Mrs. Cox, get me the phone number of that new ADA, the blonde one. I want I ask if she’s interested in a night in Milan.
The laugh burst out before he could stop it.
He heard her sharp exhale. “Well, I thought it was a good idea!”
Mad Wolf: /points at cave drawing of flying man carrying woman/
KAL-EL:
He broke off. A thousand words swam through his head—brilliant, beautiful, incredible—none of which he was ready to divulge.
Awww…he’s a cute one!
LOIS: no argument there.
“She’s lucky.”
He stared at the door. “Who?”
Lois’s voice was nearly inaudible. “Whoever you end up falling in love with.”
Let’s say ‘bloodloss’ and ‘cod weather’.
Her voice was soft and nearly lost in the wind. “Okay…Clark.”
-END-
READER: Do I need to say it was great entertainment, once again?
WRITER: Do I need to write more parts?
READER:
Michael
