Lois had rolled onto her back while he'd been away.
Ooooooh!
Within seconds, she'd become permanently embedded in his mind.
Within minutes, she'd become grafted into his heart.
Awwwwww!
Now, he'd met a younger version.
And he'd felt ... something.
Uuuuuuuuh!
Then, he'd walked around a corner ...
... And there she was.
"I'll come," Linda squeaked. "I would love to come."
To be expected.
"I could come," Barry said, although his tone was devoid of any overt enthusiasm.
Still not sure of Barry’s crushing on the editor, too.
She had dreamed about exactly that so many times, she could have written the script.
Actually, hidden under her mattress ...
And this is why I don’t drink and read.
So far, she'd managed to keep the humiliating details of her job from her friends at college. Most importantly, Paul didn't know anything about how she spent her weekend hours.
Okay, this sounds *really* dirty. Is she doing the rooms in an inappropriate outfit?
All because Lois had stormed out of her father's home three weeks ago, angrily informing him that she didn't want or need his money anymore.
Oh, it’s been so short a time? Wow.
"I'll bring you home some of that root beer you like so much," Paul said with a heartening smile in Lois's direction.
Oh?
"Aren't you hungry?" Barry asked, quietly slipping his question through the hubbub of Linda's escalating torrent of excitement.
Ooooh, what’s up with that? Is Barry crushing on Lois? Sounds like it.
"There's something wrong with the ham," she said. "It doesn't taste right."
Okay, is she pregnant or Tempussed?
A whole weekend. Linda. Alone with Paul. Driving together in his sports car. Arriving. Being acknowledged as Paul Bender's partner. Dining together. Attending the conference together. Discussing the conference together.
Sharing a room. Sharing a bed.
Movement caught her eye, and she looked beyond the happy 'couple' to see Barry returning her plate - still containing most of her sandwich - to the table.
Yep, he’s either crushing on her or her new gay best friend.
But beforehand, he needed to prepare questions and invent a story to explain his interest in a female freshman.
He’s planning on setting up a pay-per-view website and is looking for ‘talent’?
His worries escalated when, by late afternoon, Lois's condition had worsened. Her breathing had become more laboured, her face more flushed.
Oh dear!
Because he knew with certainty that he couldn't face the utter cruelty of having to watch his wife die twice.
/starts wondering about a fic where Tempus pretends to be the good guy and actually gets Clark into the past so he messes up the future trying to save it.
"518."
"Two meals?"
"No," Steve said. "Only one. Steak, salad, fries."
Oooooh!
She was face to face with him – Robert James. The stranger.
/waits with baited breath/
The stranger was staying in her hotel.
That could be good.
That was definitely good.
Ooooooh!
*G*
Asleep? Or unconscious? A chill slithered up Lois's spine. "You're sure she was asleep?" she said.
Michael
