Okay. I'm back. I've been so lazy lately without Babbles here to keep me on track.
Let's see... oh, yes, fdk...
I loved how Lois slowly worked through things and figured things out. And when she put his shirt on and continued clutching it in her numb fingers. I was totally sniffling. You did a wonderful job of keeping my heart in a vise. <g>
Suddenly the teasing tone of those words and the gleam in his eyes when he said them took on new meaning. Her breath caught in her throat. What if? The idea was so wonderful that she just couldn't let it go. Believe it, she told herself. Believe it. Clark is Superman.
I love that. It was such a wonderful thought - she so wanted to believe it was true.
"Second door on the right, my darling."
That last part made me totally squirm with revulsion. Ugh!
For a moment she wavered, almost collapsing as a wave of grief and self-pity washed over her. No, she was right. She had to be.
I so feel for her here. She wants to believe he's Superman but she still isn't positive and she hasn't seen him and oh please let him be...
For a moment he stood absolutely still. Then his face broke out in a smile. It was the same smile that had melted her insides the night before and made her feel like she was his favorite person in the entire world. All at once his arms were around her, lifting her against him. She buried her face in his chest and found she couldn't hold back the tears anymore.
"Clark," she whispered and threw her arms around his neck, holding on to him for dear life. She repeated his name over and over in a soft litany of gratitude. "Oh Clark, Clark. I thought you were dead. I thought..."
"Shh. Don't cry," he whispered, rocking her in his arms as his hands smoothed across her back and through her hair. "Please don't cry. It's all over now. It's okay."
"You idiot," she sobbed. "I'm crying because I'm happy." Her hands cupped his face as she drank in the sight of his beloved features. Clark was alive. Having him whole and well was even more overwhelming that the knowledge that he was Superman. She had not lost him and he hadn't suffered.
Sorry to quote that whole part, but I just loved it and had several points to make. First, I loved that he picked her up into his arms and held her against him <waffy sigh> and then the way she kept whispering his name -- such relief. And I love it when Clark "shhh's" her <another waffy sigh> but totally cracked up when she called him an idiot and told him she was crying because she was happy. LOL. And then that last part... that he hadn't suffered. Mmmm, nice.
And of course I loved that she went up on tiptoe and gave him that kiss on the cheek so that he would fly her where she wanted to go...
Awwwwwww! I just loved this fic Sue! Thank you so much for indulging me and writing it! <checks ending notes> ...
Darn tootin I MADE you write it! It was way too good to get left on the cutting floor. <g> And awwwwww <sniffle> thank you for the thank you.
I loved it Sue! I'll be holding my breath for #2 of 5 stories that you owe me. <snicker>
-- DJ
