You're evil, Wendy.
I haven't the time to be reading and commenting. But I suppose since this is only a two parter, and I love it when you do episode rewrites...
*cracks knuckles and readies fingers at the keyboard* Let's hope I'm not too rusty at this.
“Why do I always do this to myself?”
In time with his frustrated yell, Clark brought his fist down on the countertop, then groaned as he saw the fist-sized hole which resulted. Oh well. That meant yet another trip to Home Depot. He really was going to have to stop taking out his frustrations on his apartment.
LOL! And you'd think I'd have something witty to say here... but I got nothing. *sigh*
The feats of a demi-god, at least, or a superhero from a Hollywood movie. And, in the movies, didn’t the heroine always swoon at the feet of the big, strong hero who saved the day?
Yeah, you've doomed yourself, Clark.
Okay, so Lois overlooking Clark in her awe over Superman was understandable. What was definitely not easy to understand was why he kept making it easier for her. Why he kept shooting himself in the foot.
LOL! I love that. And I'd love to know the answer to that one.
/me whispers to Clark... it's because you love the way she looks at you... you're desperate for her to love you and you forget. Poor guy.
It wasn’t enough that he revealed that he knew her name. Oh, no. He had to tell her, leaving no room for doubt as to his meaning, that she didn’t have to bid for his attention. And, as if his words hadn’t been clear enough, he’d looked at her. Gazed at her, almost as doe-eyed as she’d been looking at him.
And then, as if he hadn’t already dug a deep enough hole for himself, he’d told her that she would always be special to him. If he hadn’t stopped himself, amended what he was going to say, before he’d finished his next sentence, who knew what would have happened?
Awww. /me takes the Kryptonite 2x4 away from Clark. Stop beating yourself up, that's my job!
(And a note to Wendy... I really love these paragraphs. I really love having introspection from situations that we see in the episodes. You just can't get that from watching, and when you do go back and watch... do you realize that makes the show that much better? Or maybe it's that the actors did such a great job conveying all that lost introspection through their expressions. Either way... and this is where I embarrass myself... this is why I love your episode rewrites so much, Wendy. You always manage to find those insights and put them into words... things that hadn't occurred to me before, but they just make so much sense when they do. In a sense, all that added insight gives the show a better emotional impact when I'm watching it. *ahem* Anyway...)
You’re the first person who ever -
Ever what? He knew she’d wanted to ask. He could tell that she hadn’t bought the ‘interviewed me’ he’d lamely added after a few moments. It had been sheer good fortune that Alan Morris had interrupted them.
Now wouldn't *that* be an interesting fic?
(And at the rate I'm going with these comments... You realize that the scroll bar on the side isn't even close to halfway yet? I'm going to have to take a break and go to class... for 75 mins... that class is already long enough... Evil Wendy Torture.
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And yet he hadn’t been able to help himself. He’d wanted to make her smile again. He’d wanted to wipe out the hurt he’d seen on her face the previous evening when she’d thought that she was nothing more than a face in the crowd from the perspective of the man she believed herself in love with.
And, if he were honest, he liked knowing that Lois loved him. Even if it was only part of him. Even if she wasn’t in love with the real him.
AWWWWWW!!!!!!!!! And awwwww!!!! (respectively
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Well, that was it. As of now, he wasn’t going to let it happen again. Ever.
He was through with giving her any encouragement as Superman. From now on, Superman’s dealings with Lois Lane would be strictly business. Her infatuation would soon wear off once she saw that he wasn’t responding.
Then maybe, just maybe, she’d stop being so dazzled that she couldn’t se what - or rather, who - was right under her nose.
Heh... why do I sense this will actually be a bad thing?
It wasn’t working.
It has been almost three weeks now. As Superman, he’d snubbed or avoided Lois every chance he got - well, apart from the times when she’d got herself into the usual trouble and he’d had to save her life.
Awwww!! Poor Clark! And poor Lois, too! He's making them both miserable.
Now, they were getting along better again, helped by the fact that he’d set aside his scruples and lifted a crucial piece of evidence in their investigation of the Mentamide formula. But it wasn’t enough. It still felt as if she still didn’t trust him, let alone like him.
Aww! He's trying so hard!
Lois ignored his tone - or perhaps she hadn’t even noticed it. “Of course he will. Clark, he told me that I’m special to him! He wouldn’t have said that unless he meant it. Unless he intended to follow through.” She sighed, her gaze drifting to the large window on the other side of the newsroom. “He’s out there somewhere. Saving people, of course. But when he has time, we’ll be together. I know it.”
Eeek!
He sat up slowly, his breathing stilling. That was it. That was the solution.
There was only one way to stop Lois swooning over Superman. Superman would have to be a jerk.
Oh boy! *sigh*
“Hey, babe.”
Lois whirled around, almost dropping her car keys in the process. Superman! He’d come.
ROTFLMAO!!!!!!!! Okay... so it's more like covering my mouth with my hand and trying not to burst out laughing in the (very public and crowded) computer commons. CMMWMHATNTBOLITCC for short.
Can't believe he said "Hey, babe." That's great!
TBC...Maybe I should be mean and leave that "TBC" hanging there for a few days. What do you think?
