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Mayson's eyes flashed. "I don't respond well to threats. And if
Clark wants to kiss me, I don't see how that is any of your
business."

The anger returned. "Get out," Lois responded.

Mayson looked back at Clark who nodded, a look of apology on his
face.

Lois' eyes again focused on Clark as her ears told her that
Mayson had left the apartment.

"Look, Lois, I'm not sure what you have against Mayson, but..."

"What I have against Mayson?" Lois asked in disbelief. "Nothing,
until I saw her kissing my husband. Okay, well, maybe she was
never my favorite person in the world. And I never really liked
the way she was always throwing herself at you. And she did have
some questionable friendships... Bill Church, for instance. But
since I almost married Lex Luthor, I guess I'm not one to
judge..."

"Husband?" Clark interrupted, his eyes widening in surprise.
"Lois, when did you get married?"

I will not be defeated. I have survived teenage boys, John
Travolta in *Grease*, and Prom nights. I will not let one
tights-wearing, underpants-showing, flying man beat me!

On the bottom of Metropolis Harbor a nondescript piece of rock lay
anonymously amid the sand, weeds and debris. Inside the rock was a chunk of crystal, ominously green and speckled with tiny flecks of red. It lay there, timelessly, and the denizens of the ocean, plant and animal, lived their lives around it. It might lie there for a very long time. But it was still there.

"Clark," she whispered breathlessly. The large group of
friends and colleagues suddenly disappeared and all she
could see was his retreating form.

"Lois? What's wrong?" Perry asked.

"Clark, Clark was here," she said.

"Oh Lois," Perry began.

"She's right, Chief," Jimmy jumped in. "Clark was here. I
saw him earlier."

"What?" she exclaimed. "You knew he was here? Why didn't
you tell me?"

"He made me promise not to," Jimmy replied anxiously. "I
wanted to tell you, but he practically begged me not to say
anything."

"I've got to go find him," Lois replied resolutely. She
thrust the award into Jimmy's hands and started for the
door.

"Lois, wait!" Perry called after her.

She turned around, a look of determination, fear, and hope
on her face. "Perry, I've got to find him," she replied.

Clark sank to his knees beside the body. Dark red blood was already beginning to pool around the man's head. Clark reached out a trembling hand and felt for a pulse. He closed his eyes when he discovered there was none. The man was dead. Time seemed to stand still until suddenly the area was swarming with police.

Because of my differences, I have often felt apart from the
world. But I've never felt so apart from it as I do now. How can
I feel otherwise when I cannot touch anything? If I do, I will
destroy all the things I love.

I can never again run my hands against the bark of a tree, run
my fingers through the fur of a cat or dog, touch the smooth,
worn pebbles on a beach... I can never do any of those tiny
things we all take for granted.

I'm trying to concentrate on the tiny things because, while I'm
thinking about them, I can't think about the bigger picture.

That's the theory, anyway.

Pity it doesn't work in practice.

I will never again be able to hug my parents.

I will never hold Lois, the woman I love.

I think that is what hurts me the most.

No. I *know* that is what hurts me the most.

"It's pretty ironic, isn't it?" Lois went on, angrily brushing away
the tears on her cheeks. "Here I am, in the middle of the mountains
with you, *Superman*, and you can't get us out of here any easier
than *I* could." She pushed up unsteadily from the log and took a
couple of limping steps away before stopping and crossing her arms in
front of her chest, staring off into the blackness of the woods
around them. When she continued, her tone was bitter. "You know, I
always thought having Superman for a boyfriend would be
exciting...you know, having all those superpowers at your disposal.
But a lot of good that's doing me now. You can't even get us out of
a life or death situation when we need it the most. So much for your
being 'super.'"

Finally finished ranting, she turned back to Clark. But when she saw
the devastated, crestfallen expression on his face that her
thoughtless words had caused, she immediately felt horrible.

It was then that she screamed. Louder than she'd ever screamed before. Louder than when she screamed from the jaws of death inside which she frequently found herself.

It was a long scream, the veins in her neck and forehead coming out, blood vessels in her eyes, which were dripping tears as quickly as the sky was dripping rain, turning red, red, red... like
her dress. She instinctively leaned her body forward ­lowering her chest onto her knees, and pulling at her hair ­as she screamed. She screamed until her face was inches from the ground.

The ground... she could still see Clark on the ground.

Beautiful eyes... closed. His body... still. His heartbeat under her hand... no... no heartbeat...

She could hear the gunshots... over and over, over and over, over and over, over and over...

She just kept crying.

So hard.

Screaming.

And Henderson was sure the whole world must have heard that scream.

Lois returned to reality to find Clark's eyes on hers. She was shocked to see how the deep emotion in his expression, and the sensation of his hands still gripping her calves, affected her. Suddenly the atmosphere in her apartment felt very close... warm, with a throbbing tension in the air.

Lois was the first to move, stretching her hand out towards Clark's face. He responded, shifting closer to her and sliding her legs along his lap in order to do so. Her fingers touched his face; his slid along her jawline and into her hair. Neither spoke.

Clark lowered his head and allowed his mouth to touch Lois's. At the same moment, she parted her lips and slid her hand around to the back of his head, running her fingers into his hair. She returned his kiss, at first tentatively and then more passionately as his own movements grew more ardent. Lois could barely believe the sensations Clark's kiss was arousing in her; she had known for some time that she was attracted to him, but this... this was nothing short of explosive.

"Break out the popcorn! If you ever think about starting a circus, I'll be in
the front row. As much fun as this all is, you still haven't taken care of our
little problem." The voice was reproving. "You can fool some of the people all
of the time, and all of the people some of the time, but certain nosy reporters
can't be fooled at all."

The crack of the gunshot echoed around the square. The punch of
impact pushed her and she screamed. She scarcely had time to
realise that it was not the bullet which had hit her body, but
an arm pulling her to... safety? The ground rushed away from
her. Instinctively, she screamed again, this time louder than
before. Then, with indignation, she cried, "Let me go!"

"I don't think you'd want me to do that," a warm voice said
lightly. "We're fifty feet off the ground. Besides, you
wouldn't really want our friendly neighbourhood assassin to
finish off what he started, would you?"

Fifty feet!

Instinctively she glanced down, towards her feet. She took in
the way they were flailing about in the air, the way the trees
and tarmac below were rushing past in a grey and green blur.
For a moment she was too stunned to think, let alone to do or
say anything. However, her paralysis was fleeting and soon
thoughts were tumbling through her head. She was in the arms of
someone who could fly! Who was it? Why was he doing it? How had
he known to grab her at that critical moment? *How* was he
doing it?

how do you do the link though?

Her eyes met mine and ZAP, there was an electric surge as I looked into those beautiful dark eyes. Only two superheroes in the world and one of them was about to walk by only ten feet away. I don't know why I did it, maybe locking eyes with her had shaken something, but I spoke up. "You need a tin hard hat if you're going closer to the fire."

She looked at me, half amused, half irritated and half perplexed.
(Yes, I know that's three halves, but she's a superhero, she can
do things like that!)