Anna! I'm so glad to see that this story is still kicking! You were right...lots of angst!
‘He can’t be busy! He has to know!’ Lois fought against the horror that churned the pit of her stomach as it suddenly became chillingly clear to her: she was going to die. If Clark came at all it was going to be too late. She wasn’t going to make it. ‘I wasted so much time,’ she thought sadly. ‘All the time I spent being stubborn and stupid and fighting with him, we could have been together. We could have had a wonderful week together. It’s all my fault. And now…’ She could feel the hot tears welling at the corner of her eyes. She sniffed, knowing hopelessly that even her snuffling was using up the air. ‘I just wish we could have had longer. I wish I’d gotten the chance to tell him ‘yes’. I wish…’ A tear slipped down the side of her face. ‘I wish I’d gotten a chance to prove that I loved him, to show him how much he means to me.’ She sniffed again, unable to help herself; another drop fell and then another.
Suddenly the fight that Lois and Clark had seemed so...insignificant...trivial...lets see....what was it about now? Suddenly what should be important in Lois's life are clear.
Funny how streamlined our issues become when time is essential. The little things just don't seem to matter.
‘I love you, Clark.’ It was her voice – Lois’. Not out loud, but inside his head.
‘Lois?’ his consciousness screamed. ‘Lois, where are you?’
‘Goodbye, Clark…’
‘No, Lois!’ He fell to his knees at the sound of her voice inside his head. He didn’t know how it was happening; he didn’t care. All he cared about was the woman who had just told him she loved him and said goodbye. He couldn’t let her go that easily – she was far too important to him, far too special, too central to his life. Over the past two years, her life had become essential to his life. He couldn’t say goodbye. Not yet. It was too soon…
Is this some Kryptonian power that Clark has or are he and Lois so in sync that he can somehow feel her thoughts?
“Sssh, don’t try to talk,” Clark gently pressed a finger to Lois’ lips. “You’ve…been through a lot.” Again he found himself close to tears as he thought of how close he’d come to losing her. He didn’t realise that the salty drops had actually fallen until Lois glanced up and into his eyes.
“You’re crying…” she said wonderingly, her own eyes tracing the paths the tears had made down his cheeks. “Don’t think…I’ve ever seen you…cry.” She reached up a quivering hand to wipe the tears away.
“Lois, I was so scared,” Clark found himself leaning into her hand. He let out a shuddering breath and watched as the tears continued to splash on to the blue spandex of his suit. “I was so, so scared.”
Funny how the man of steel can be brought to his knees by the love of his life...a little woman. He's so strong, yet so fragile right now.
“Clark?” Lois’ sleepy voice suddenly said. “We really should…talk.”
Clark winced, sure that she was about to chastise him for leaving her earlier that day; sure that she was about to tell him it was all his fault. He sighed. He knew it was his fault. Ever since he’d landed at the hospital with Lois, he’d been blaming himself for leaving her. ‘All my fault, all my fault…’ his brain chanted.
“Clark?” Lois stirred in his arms – she’d been expecting some sort of response. “We should talk…about the investigation.”
Clark’s eyes widened. She didn’t want to yell at him for not being there when she really needed him? She didn’t want to blame him for what had happened?
C'mon Clark. Lois is...well Lois...but she wouldn't chastise him especially in the vulnearable state that he is in.
“Hmm…okay. But take the suit off.” She snuggled into the blanket. “G’night, Clark.”
If Lois had looked at Clark’s face just then, she would have seen a brief expression of surprise before it was covered up with tenderness.
Bwaah!
Clark is so naive!
Okay Anna. Don't go on haitus again! Hurry up and get back to us, girl!
At least you were kind to us and didn't leave us hanging on the edge of some cliff swinging like a pendulum.
~Sheila
