Oh, I'm so late with my FDK again, let's jump right in....
Pop Tarts, cold cereal, Fig Newtons, and a banana. Chad is a great friend, but definitely a bachelor. I crinkle my nose a little. At least if he’d had some Twinkies, Ding-dongs, or Ho-Ho’s that would have been something. I opt for the closest thing and grab a Pop Tart.
I feel as wide-eyed and out of my depth as Lois probably did later in this chapter, when Clark got her that excellent *Chinese* Chinese food. I don't know if Chad's food is excellent - probably not - but it strikes me as similarly out of this world, or at the very least out of this country (Sweden). I
think I know what a Pop Tart is, though I'm not absolutely sure, but Ho-Ho's? Well, Nancy told me they were something or other with chocolate. But Ding-dongs? And Fig Newtons? The sort of figs that, unlike Newton's apple, float in the air instead of falling to the ground? (Hey!!! Flying figs! Super figgies! In little blue spandex suits! You gotta undress them before you can eat them - oh, we're getting dangerously close to nfic territory....
)
Seriously, or moderately so, I love the food theme here, DJ!
And... Okay, I understand that that part about Clark saving that man from down the manhole was probably taken more or less straight from the pilot. The scene worked beautifully here, when told from Clark's POV. I loved Clark's implied anxiety attack here:
The worker coughs and then squints his eyes open. His eyes meet with mine briefly and they widen. Uh, oh. Does he recognize me? How? It was so dark down there. I was careful!
“That man! He saved me!” the worker cries.
Hey! You almost gave me a heart attack! Well, Clark certainly knew how to vamoose quickly, and...
I turn to walk off before anyone can ask any more questions and I run headfirst into Lois Lane.
Ouch!!!! That hurt!
“Ms. Lane? I’m so sorry. Are you okay?” I ask.
“Lois,” she reminds me. “Uh, yeah, I think” she says, rubbing her shoulder. I wince. She definitely got the worse end of the collision.
Yep, it hurt. But Lois isn't angry.
And Clark has taken her hand... and...
She looks down at my hand, still clasping hers. “Thanks,” she says, flashing an awkward smile at me. I didn’t realize I was still holding it.
Aaaawww!!!! So sweet!!!
And... Chad
Wilson? I didn't remember Chad's last name was Wilson. Hmmm... it makes me think of a certain
Tank Wilson, you know?
Anyway, back to Dr. Platt's notes:
Lois is busy flipping through the papers in her hands, a look of annoyance on her face. “Why is it all scientists are so smart but they can’t keep a decent journal for their notes? This is a mess! It’ll take me all day and all night to wade through this and piece it together by myself.”
“Do you want some help?” I ask.
Yay!!! Sure you do, Lois!
She looks unsure at first. I flash her a warm smile and she seems to soften a little. “I guess I could use the help.
Mmmmmm, I
love the way his warm smile is softening her!
So Clark gets to spend all day with Lois... and...
I can’t remember a day where I’ve felt more alive, more useful, more... happy, than I’ve been today. Not in a long time. Sometimes I get the feeling I’m not cut out to be an editor.
I look up at Lois to find her smiling at me. It’s not your run of the mill smile, either. I feel a heat starting deep inside me - I’m definitely attracted to her. I glance at her left hand. No ring.
Mmmmmmmmmmmmm!!!! Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr!!!!!!
And just look where it's headed:
I’m assuming you aren’t married.”
“No. Are you?”
Oohhh!!! Clark!!! What are you going to tell her?
Ouch. Difficult question. No, I’m not married. But if I simply say that and nothing more, could that be construed as ‘leading her on’? I’m definitely in a relationship. In fact, I’m in a serious relationship. What do I think I’m doing? I should come clean with her right now.
Hmm, you're sweating now, Clark?
I should. But, I don’t. “No. I’m not.”
Aaaaahh!!! Clark, you're supposed to be the champion of Truth, not of Evasion, aren't you? Not that I really mind this time....
And Lois is trying to read the message of the fortune from her fortune cookie. It is, of course, in Chinese. Clark translates it:
“A good horse is like a member of the family.”
Any reason why you chose this particular fortune, DJ? Of course, Clark has done a lot of work with Lois that afternoon. He's been a work horse. A good work horse. A good horse? A good horse that Lois should try to turn into a member of her family? By marrying him?
Well... Lois, who was most impressed with Clark's language skills, was less impressed with the fortune. But Clark doesn't mind:
An uncontrollable laugh escapes from my lips. It feels good. When I’m around Lana I have so many inhibitions, but around Lois I feel so... myself.
Aaaaawwwwwww!!! I love the way this is going, DJ!
Lois
La
ne and C
lark Ke
nt. 'L' as in 'love'. And 'n' as in.... Never mind!!!
Ann
