“Oh, I know,” Lucy had replied. “Superman double-checked for me after dropping me off.”
Lucy had giggled. “Who do you think my airline pilot was?”
Wonder Woman? Dark Blade? The Caped Crusader?
Lois had been green with envy, actually she still was. Superman had flown her sister across the country.
Her grey mug slipped out of her hand, bounced on her desk before falling to the floor to shatter and splash cold coffee all over her shoes.
Whhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Ralph started to clap and cheer.
What’s up with him now? He got a death wish?
that the man actually paled and ran from the bullpen.
Nature called and he missed it?
“I wouldn’t want you cutting your foot or slipping. CK would never forgive me.”
Great. The most-overprotective-pseudo-boyfriend-in-the-world™ has branched out.
“Thanks, Jimmy,” Lois said automatically. The room started to spin, and she could have sworn her desk lurched to the side.
Hey! When did she get knocked up?
Clark lied to you. Clark lied to you about his family. What else did Clark lie to you about? Why?
What did Clark tell Lois about? Or is she just going by the last name? And *that’s* why they’re going to Smallville? Not because of the Environment stuff? Unless that’s the cover to Perry.
“Uh-huh,” he said, and shot her a disappointed expression. She ignored it.
Did she mention why she needed Superman so urgently?” Lois demanded.
Well… Martha’s Clark’s second cousin, by adoption. Hey, it could be!
It was possible that Smallville’s local newspaper wasn’t large enough to have its stories on the internet database yet.
Or have an internet connection. Or a computer. I think they recently got electrical power in the townhall. Half the townies scampered off into their hovel when the mayor turned on the light. The rest started chanting and clasping their crucifixes.
Lois’s fingers drummed on her keyboard again. She turned slightly in her chair to pick up her phone, only to feel a slight squish of coffee in her shoes. She ignored it. Some things were more important than wet feet.
Oh dear.
Clark enjoyed flying over the Atlantic. It was quiet, serene, and he could fly leisurely, lost in his thoughts.
Blissfully unaware of the storm of bantha poodoo brewing back home.
They had waited until after dark in Paris so that nobody would see Cat arrive in the arms of Superman.
That would have been a fun page-one for the Met Star
He had clasped Clark on the back and told him ‘well done.’
So, Clark Kent, what are you going to do next?
CK: Go to Disney Land!
