And he needed to think about something else.
*Anything* else.
... Because no matter how she reacted to his disturbing disclosures or how tolerant she seemed of his peculiarities, two facts were immutable.
He was an alien. Worse than that, he was a prisoner.
And, one day, she would leave him.
Oh! /drags Mind out of the gutter. Which is difficult, given how Mind keeps kicking and screaming and clawing at the walls of the gutter./
Deprivation ... true deprivation ... came in being separated from Lois.
And that was his inevitable destiny.
Maybe that’s all part of the evil master plan. Which brings to mind, did we ever have a story where Tempus simply attempted to simply destroy the relationship between Lois and Clark? /heads over to Fanfic Challange/
What if this was just an act? What if Trask wasn't dead? What if they had decided that the beatings were never going to get him to admit that others of his kind were coming? What if they were trying a new tactic? Sending in a beautiful woman to ply him with her kindness? To treat him humanely so that he would spill the secret of the invading army of aliens?
Um, can I have a diagram, please?
Neither of them had opened their containers. Whatever the food, it couldn't compete with Clark's smile. "You could take it as an oblique way of asking whether you can see through the container," she said. "Or you could take it as just a conversation filler."
She did. Her eyes rose to him, her smile budding. "You are full of surprises, Mr Kent."
Oooh, teasing!
"Thank you," she said. She loaded up her fork. "And thank you for re-heating my meal."
Michael
