Hi Barbara!
Hope RL is slowing down again!
Trask is Hook and green-k the treasure?
There are too many happy memories here stirring up more painful ones. I just wasn’t sure if I had the strength yet.
Poor dear
Wayne Irig took care of this house for me, hoping to surprise me when Lana and I would return as a newlywed couple.
Dear well-meddling townsfolk.
. I guess he is still counting on Smallville’s prodigal son to return one day.
He did!
The poor man had to bury first his wife, and then my parents. I guess that’s why he didn’t offer to take custody of me.”
Lois chews on her bottom lip. “I wonder what’s so special about it that Trask comes all the way here and starts digging up fields.”
They *did* dig a giant hole in South Africa for some crystals, too.
I pick up the box and set it on the workbench. A flutter of anticipation settles deep in my stomach
We call that ‘feeling the lack of lead shielding’.
After a moment’s hesitation I go ahead and an eerie green glow lights up the dark.
Reader
Clark:
Lois:
The next moment the strangest sensation washes over me. I’m assaulted by a million needles pricking my skin, a rush of heat, a force of… something… slamming into my stomach, turning it, holding it in a vice-like grip that takes my breath away. The world starts spinning about me and my knees buckle. Every single muscle and bone in my body is squeezed together, then torn apart. Dark blotches are tinting my vision.
And that’s just kryptonite. Wait till Lois gets lost in time.
“Oh thank God, you’re alive.” She sobs. “I was so scared!”
Remember that feeling, little one. Think about it before crawling into a vent to spy on gun-toting bad guys.
Lois looks too much like the scared child who thought she’d lost her mother, when Ellen had passed out from too much alcohol. I shouldn’t have done this to her.
Oh boy oh boy. Maybe it’s time to break up with her for her own good?
LOIS:
not
the
point
And suddenly I feel her lips on my cheek, warm and pliant. Sensations of a very different kind wash over me
and now I’m glad I can’t do anything but lie there as she kisses me, longer than necessary, much more intense than appropriate between friends.
Yes. Friends.
“Uhh, sorry,” she whispers. “That wasn’t exactly planned.”
Not the crickets, not her heartbeat, not even her breath.
There’re ways to increase the volume of her breathing…
Whatever this crystal is, it’s Hook’s treasure. It’s exactly what Trask has been looking for all along.
/Points up/
“You had these powers all your life. Why would a crystal change that?
Yeah, it’s not like it’s golden or something.
She leans in and once more her lips brush against my cheek. “You’re not alone anymore. Good Night, Clark.”
“Good Night, Lois.” I can no longer stifle a yawn.
And before I can even think about what it all means, I feel myself drift off to sleep.
Awwww… they’re so gonna wake up snuggling
Looking forward to the next Friday whenever you get back in the groove!
Michael
