Well, Sara, seeing that I've just rather gracelessly brought up the subject of death and dying in Wendy's comment folder, I have to say something about Clark and Lois's situation in your story. Even though their situation here is precarious to say the least, I'm not really worried that it will make either of them lose their life. It just seems to be against all LC fanfic rules to kill Lois and Clark when they are locked up together, just waiting for their would-be killer to arrive, and Clark is really weak and ill from Kryptonite exposure. Like I said, there is absolutely no established LC subgenre, not even, to my knowledge, a tiny little LC precedent saying they can be killed under these circumstances!
Ah, but there is a well established LC subgenre which says that Clark and Lois may very well find themselves locked up together and threatened exactly like this. And I very much like this genre, and in particular, I love the tender scene which we expect to find in these stories, where Lois is taking care of a sick, feverish or unconscious Clark. And Sara, your way of describing this scene is just lovely:
Clark stirred faintly, and she looked down at him. His eyelids were fluttering softly, and his lips were parted slightly. He looked so... vulnerable. He seemed peaceful, though. For all the pain he'd suffered in his life, it was almost a contradiction for him to look so untouched and inocent in his sleep. She reached out to touch him, fingers stopping mere millimeters away from his lips. Not to check if he was breathing, but the slow breath of warm air against her fingertips was comforting all the same. She ran her fingers lightly over his lips, feeling the smoothness and remembering what they'd felt like pressed against hers. A shiver ran through her at the thought, and she drew her hand away.
Sara, you wrote this so that I could almost feel Clark's warm breath against my own fingertips. It's so sweet and lovely and sensual! And the way you portray Clark's vulnerability and innocence is just so wonderful, and I get this almost irresistible urge to hug him. Since I am, most unfortunately, unable to reach into that room somewhere in cyberspace where Clark and Lois are currently locked up, I'd like Lois to hug him for me, but she is holding back because she doesn't trust his feelings for her:
Maybe fate had more of a hand in her life than she'd realised. There had to be a reason for this connection she felt with him. Maybe that was how it worked when you were in love, truly in love. The stuff of fairy tales after all. But Prince Cahrming wasn't supposed to hide thing, important things. Things that he ought to have been eager to share with her if he really loved her as he said he did.
But he hadn't shared, not until she'd mentioned it. And with two little words, he'd made her doubt what little trust she'd had. If he hadn't told her, there'd been a reason. Like maybe he couldn't be sure which Lois he loved. Like maybe he'd loved *her* more and was just settling for what he could get back in his own universe.
Sara, this is so interesting! In Wendy's recent story, You Don't Know Me, Clark was upset and very hurt because he didn't know which part of him Lois loved - or rather, he was convinced that Lois loved the wrong part of him, the Superman part. So he felt he could never love her back. Here, you show us Lois uncertain and unwilling to love Clark because she doesn't know which Lois he really loves, her or her twin in the other universe. It's such a very interesting parallel to Clark's well-known dilemma!
I'm really looking forward to reading more of this fascinating story!
Ann
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Thank you! That's a huge compliment, and I really love that you've pointed out one of my favorite moments. 
Everything you said is just wonderful! And... I hope you find what you're looking for in part 24. 
And to answer this question:
So I don't have enough buffer to allow me to do that. However, now that I've got a nice, long winter break, I'm hoping to catch up on writing. We'll see if the Muse behaves.