Okay, I'm back. I just went and read that link Framework posted in Part 6 FDK and watch that amazing video about RFK's visit to Japan.
I loved Clark having those guys look like complete idiots by just avoiding them. This Aikido technique really worked wonders for him. Using their own lack of knowledge against them. Dad's not going to be happy with Tom if he loses out on his football chances because of a stupid fight.
“As far as I’m concerned, there was no fight here,” Clark said. “Tom tripped and I helped him up.”
I could see them accuse Clark of attacking them, but how would it look if one man was able to defeat 6 football players?
“This won’t be the end of it,” he said under his breath as he came up beside her, his face outwardly calm. As soon as they were pas t the crowd, he grimaced. He muttered, almost inaudibly. “Two more months. It couldn’t have waited two more months?”
What's happening in two months? Lois heading to Ireland or Clark able to graduate?
Lois stared at the damage to her car; in the dim light she couldn’t see whether any of the shoe polish had gotten onto her paint, but she knew what that would mean. Permanently etching any of those hurtful words on her car would mean she’d have to get her father involved. The car would have to be repainted and her father would want to prosecute the people involved.
Good-bye journalism major. Hello Dr. Lois Lane.
Something came flying through the air heading directly for them, and suddenly Lois found her vision obscured.
Clark’s hand was in front of her face holding a full beer bottle. For a moment Lois couldn’t understand where he’d gotten it. It took her a second to understand that Tom had actually thrown a beer bottle so that it would hit her in the head.
Drinking and driving. Not good, Tom. I thought at first it would be a Molotov cocktail or something to explode her car. Just a beer bottle makes more sense.
He looked at the bottle in his hand, and then he grimaced. He stared into the darkness, and then threw the bottle, which disappeared into the night.
“That’s just going to make a mess,” Lois said.
“I know,” Clark said. For some reason he chuckled.
Uh-oh. What'd you do, Clark? Broken beer bottle at the CostMart store parking lot? Broken beer bottle on the Church's front walk of their house?
Lois stared at the side of the road as she slowly pulled past. Tom Church’s Trans-Am was pulled over by the side of the road with both back wheels flat. Somehow, the rear window had completely shattered. The boys were all standing outside the car staring at the vehicle.
Clark! How did the back wheels get flattened?
When the cops arrive are the football players going to get in trouble due to the beer? Or is Daddy going to clean up the mess? /I'm think the latter./
Clark began to roll the window down.
“Clark!” Lois said. After what they’d done she was in no mood to offer them any assistance. As far as she was concerned, they could walk all night through the suicide slums.
It was just like Clark to offer them assistance, though.
But since he threw the beer bottle through the back window, I doubt he'd go there.
She heard the sounds of two small explosions; a sudden look showed her that the front tires had somehow blown out as well.
Clark! Watch out for that Karma, yourself, bad boy!
“This won’t be the end of it,” Clark said after a moment. His smile faded. “Monday, things could go one of two ways. The team could pretend nothing happened, or they’ll go to the coach and principal and start making accusations.”
Either way, they weren't out of the woods yet. If they didn't make a stink, Lois could still be in danger. If they did, both their educations could be in danger.
He was silent for a long moment, and he didn’t look up. “I wanted something where I could learn to not hurt people. Aikido is as much about protecting the other guy as it is about defending yourself.”
Oh, Clark. I just want to hug him. Will he ever find out what happened back in Kansas to that other guy? Or does he already know the outcome?
In her experience with Tae Kwon Do, it wasn’t just expensive in terms of money. Getting good took a lot of time and dedication, and from what she’d seen, Clark looked very good. It was hard to see how he’d have time to keep up, given what she knew of his schedule.
“It was important to me.”
His tone of voice didn’t invite any questions, and so Lois let it lie, no matter how many questions it raised in her mind.
Yeah. I doubt that's something he's going to share, now or anytime in the near future.
Thanks for posting again so soon and letting us out of our misery.
He's posted again, already! /runs off to read.../
Yay for the fast post and for Clark making the players look like a bunch of idiots!!!
It's a wonderful story, such a great interaction between Lois and Clark. 
She probably will when she finds some time to sit down and think about the day's events. 
