"Kent, you are a damn machine!"
Clark snorted a laugh. "Thanks, Willy." He clasped his friend and roommate on the shoulder.
So, Clark managed to make 6 girls happy in one night?
"No, seriously, man, that was some incredible football playing. What's your secret?"
Right. Duh!
"A good day?" Willy Thompson said, snorting in disbelief.
"Excuse me!" a young woman's voice cried out, as Clark made his way across the field.
/jumps up and down in excitement/
Linda!
Clark heard the rush of footsteps behind him. A moment later, a hand tapped him on the shoulder. He stopped and turned.
His heart stopped along with his feet.
But her crisp suit and ready pad of paper told him she was there to interview him, not because she found him attractive.
Hey, it could be both. Although, it doesn’t bode well that she didn’t show up *inside* the locker room to interview him while he was still taking his shower.
"Lois Lane. Reporter for the Metropolis University paper. I'd like to interview you, if you don't mind."
Awwwww, how polite young Lolo is.
The usual sports writer had to go home this weekend to attend his brother's wedding."
Kegger at the bachelor party?
"I see," Clark said, sitting down and setting his gym bag aside. "Well, I'm an open book. Ask me anything."
"Thanks," Lois said, turning her attention to the list of questions she had with her.
"No problem."
LOIS: So, how does it feel to be an alien with superpowers?
Or maybe, Clark thought with a sigh, she had a boyfriend who played. He didn't know why, but that idea made him a little sad.
/raises hand/ Does it also count if that thought makes readers sick?
He'd only just met her. It wasn't like he had any right to feel jealous if she did have a boyfriend.
Hey, he could always start to stalk her or stuff.
By the end of the interview, Clark was certain of only one thing.
He was in love with Lois Lane.
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Groggily, he realized he only had a few more hours of sleep ahead of him before he'd be expected to show up for work at the Smallville Post
Light spilled out from beneath the lid, so intensely bright and white that Clark had to squint.
Oooooh!
Clark was stunned. Who was this man?
One half of his genetic sample.
Suitable? For what? Clark wondered.
Dumping a baby in preparation of an alien invasion.
But he knew that those chunks of stone were pieces of Kryptonite, the only substance he'd ever encountered that could cause him pain and make him vulnerable.
/waits for him to get to know Lois much better/
Clark shook his head. "No, Dad. I really screwed up this time."
What did he do *now*? Gotten Lana pregnant?
"She's five, Clark," Martha put in. "Do you think anyone is really going to put any stock in what she has to say?"
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"But really, if we laughed it off as impossible, who would believe what the girl might say?
Not now. But what happens in a couple of years after extensive therapy, when Superman goes public and the girl’s parents sue?
"That's all it would be. A rumor," Martha insisted. "All we'd have to do is deny it, pretend we have no idea what people are talking about."
"You mean lie."
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"What it is, Cindy?" the woman had asked, shading her eyes and squinting against the falling snow.
"There was a man."
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