Lois spent all night tossing and turning. Clark had not been home when she got there. All afternoon, as she had typed away trying to tell the story of the colonist launch, she listened to the ladies in the newsroom swoon over Superman. It made her feel sick to listen to them talking about Clark like he was a hunk of meat. She would never. . .suddenly she was seized with a crazy thought that would not go away. If Clark didn’t think that she knew Superman was Clark, wouldn’t he think it odd if she was not swooning over him like everyone else? What if. . . could this be a way for her to show Clark her love without actually sharing her feelings with Clark and taking the chance that he would reject her or that her unreciprocated feelings would ruin their friendship? The idea was ludicrous, but she couldn’t make it go away. She kept thinking of stories and plays and legends of people who pretended to be something they were not to gain the love of the man (or woman) they desired. She had suppressed her feelings, and would continue to do so when around Clark. But when she was around Superman, she was going to show Clark all the love that she felt. And maybe he would see that she loved him and come to love her as well. When he loved her too, he would tell her that he was also Superman, the man she loved, and she would tell him that she knew that all along. And they would kiss and he would sweep her up in his arms. . . Lois smiled dreamily. But until then she had to act normally around Clark, considering they were working together, currently living together, and she would never forgive her self if her feelings caused any uneasiness in her relationship with the Kents.
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