Another good part! Especially since I noticed that somebody was making a little bit of progress toward a solution.
H.G. Wells looked down at the carpet that had replaced the marble floors following the latest time quake. What was taking the council so long to summon him? After all, it was obvious that Tempus was, once again, playing with the past. He continued nervously to fiddle with his soul tracker as he looked in frustration at the large doors leading to the council chambers, silently wishing they would open up and allow him admission.
(Not saying anything...)
What had ever possessed her all those years ago to wear a skirt on this particular venture?
For she knew instantly where she was. She was at the Metropolis Sewage Reclamation Facility.
I'd have been sorely tempted to go home and get a change of clothes. Make that two changes of clothes: one for climbing through the sewer and one to change into afterwards.
When she got back to Clark... or, well, her Clark, she was going to make him take her to some deluxe spa in France for forcing her to go through that again! Oh, yes, Clark Kent was certainly going to pay!
Okay, so maybe she had deserved his little trick. After all, she had stolen a story from him only days before - something which still made her blush in shame whenever she thought about it. But he’d already gotten his revenge. And they’d moved past it, so why, oh why, did she have to suffer through this humiliation again?
...
She felt a flash of anger. In addition to that spa, he owed her a personal back massage! No, make that a full body massage!
“Yep.” He got up and lightly tapped her cheek. “Consider this a life lesson, Lois. No charge.”
“Uh, huh,” she said. And a bottle of wine. A really expensive bottle of wine. She’d decide later if she’d let him share it.
Ah, the Lois Torture!
This is definitely one of the highlights! Poor, poor Lois. And to think, history would probably be better off if she had sat outside the facility until she jumped so that her younger self would still be eager to find Superman's ship. Ah, the irony!
It took her a lot more time to come to the realization that she couldn’t push Clark around without expecting him to push back.”
“But... that did change? She did learn that lesson eventually?” Remi asked.
“Yes. Eventually.”
I really, really,
really want to see the story this opens up. Just how does Lois and Clark's interaction continue to develop? And by what circumstance does Lois finally learn not to push Clark too far. After all, if Clark doesn't think even a treck through the Sewage Reclamation Facility could bring Lois up short, he will have to come up with something even more drastic to convince her to ease off a bit. But of course, he can't be
too drastic without doing something unforgivable in Lois's eyes. I think this little plot change could be a stand-alone story in its own right.
Superman busted in immediately, rescued Lois and took Luthor to jail. Luthor didn’t die in that collapsed building.
Uh, oh...
“Well, it seems that the problem is originating here. In this time. I’ve got... Well, we’ve even got a theory.”
“Well, for god’s sake, man. Don’t just stand there. Tell us.”
Instead of speaking, Andrus handed out a printout to each of the council members as the ground beneath them began to shake as the time quake from the latest leap began.
“Get that man in here,” William hissed, sending Andrus scrambling to do as commanded.
Once again,
What was it about that comment that sounded familiar? And did it really matter when he was kissing Lois?
Yes, Mr. Can't-Change-History-Without-Dire-Consequence, it matters! But don't let me stop you.
BTW, I'm going to be really busy tomorrow night, so I may not have time to review. But I'll try to send something your way the first chance I get.
Thanks, for another great read!
~C Noetal (Quickly becomming addicted to her daily fix of ML's fic.)
