Clark wasn’t sure exactly when he’d fallen asleep, but the sound of someone clearing their throat brought him out of his peaceful slumber.
He was mildly irritated – he had been dreaming about Lois.
When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the older gentleman standing respectfully at the foot of his bed. He was the last person Clark would have expected to see when he woke up.
The fact that he was here made Clark a little nervous.
“Mr. Wells? What are you doing here? What’s happened? Where’s Lois?” he asked nervously.
And so begins the Wells theme of this chapter!
“What about the other Loises and Clarks? How are they?” he asked anxiously. “Especially the ones from your universe?”
Mr. Wells smiled indulgently at him. “The Clark who resembles you is doing fine. He and his Lois are starting over and taking things very slow, but they are doing well.
:rolleyes: (Well, considering how I feel about Super Chrisman's treatment of Lois....)
The Clark from my alternate universe is as happy as I’ve ever seen him. He and his Lois are talking of marriage and she is back working for the Daily Planet, ambitious as ever.”
But...
She doesn't want to?
“Oh, god, Clark. I want this. But not here. Not like this. This is Richard’s house, too, and I don’t know when he’s going to be back. I just can’t...”
And with those words, Clark came back to his senses. Of course they shouldn’t... not here. He hadn’t been thinking. “I’m sorry. I was...”
She put one finger up to his lips to silence him and raised her eyebrows suggestively. “There’s always the arctic.”
Ah! Good thinking, Lois.
Okay, back to LnC-universe....
But when she opened the door and looked outside, the sight that met her eyes caused her breath to catch.
Clark must have heard her. “Honey? Is everything okay?”
“Come here, Clark, hurry,” she told him excitedly.
As he came towards her, she pulled a baby bassinet inside through the doorway. “Look! There’s a note from Mr. Wells!”
And they have just received a baby bassinet from Mr Wells!
“So that’s who had been trying to interrupt us earlier,” he observed, glancing down at the note.
She looked back down at the charming old bassinet and smiled at the beauty of Wells’ gift, feeling a little guilty about not answering the door earlier.
They should have known *he* was the one who had been trying to interrupt.
Ann
