Hi Annie!
And after a couple glasses of wine and a little time to vent, she's suddenly seeing things much more clearly.
So, Lois’s POV. And will she jump to the wrong conclusion? Will all be revealed by the time the fic is over?
LOIS: I will not get naked!
The intrepid reporter was cradled in his arms, but her back was stiff, arms crossed over her chest, jaw clenched, and gaze pointedly averted.
From the scene, I’d have started with Lois being in shock, but given how it plays out towards the end with the averted eyes and the blurb, I’d say she’s massively ticked off.
and she jerked out of his embrace immediately, finally fixing him with her fiery gaze.
See?
“Thank you so much for the escort home,” she spat out, her voice dripping with sarcasm. The corners of his mouth twitched up, only adding to her fury. Nothing about this was amusing.
Yes, yes. Unwilling rescue-victim.
She could not believe he had just hauled her home like a recalcitrant child. It was basically kidnapping.
LOIS: I was perfectly safe for at least … how long does it take you to fall 800 ft?
She could see the headline in tomorrow’s Daily Planet: Superhero Kidnaps Local Journalist.
MET STAR: Superhero rescues reckless burglar.
As irritated with him as she might be, it wasn’t in her to turn down a flight with him.
That’s ... What else is she willing to do for a flight?
“How am I supposed to get to work tomorrow?” she asked, still sulking.
Take another Suber? They’re like Uber, only solar powered.
“Capable? Yes. Willing? Doubtful.
Oh wait, he means returning to the scene of the crime, not letting go of Superman’s chest.
“And how do you know I won’t head right back there the second you fly out that window?”
What if he spends the night?
“I have spies everywhere,”
He calls them his Little Birds.
LOIS: That’s a eunuch. Hmm…
SUPERMAN:
No spies. No spies.
This very long day called for a drink…or three.
Pouring herself a generous glass of the pale amber liquid.
Aww, just like her mother
“I don’t suppose you’d like to stay for a glass of wine?” she said instead, turning to face him.
Or not.
LUCY:
Perhaps the evening wouldn’t be a total waste, she thought, imagining the superhero seated casually on her sofa, wine glass in hand.
It is quite remarkable how Superman, Lois, and Clark are daisy-chained in their mutual abuse.
“I’m sure there’s a cat in a tree or a stranded motorist somewhere that needs rescuing.
Yes. Blonde. Leather suit. Generous proportions.
she wasn’t stupid enough to try to pull off any covert investigations while anything less than stone cold sober.
So, if Clark would take her to an after work drink each evening?
Nevermind the fact that I was winning Kerths without getting myself killed for years before either of you showed up in Metropolis.”
Yes, but those where safer places. Iraqi frontline. Presidential campaign headquarters (before Clinton). And that sexual harassment investigation in the military. Quite safe compared to the mean streets of Metropolis.
Yet, here he was: begging her to be more cautious, flying her across town, standing in her living room, and then offering an unprompted declaration of his feelings for her.
The old trope of the man being too available to be appreciated?
LOIS: He is a bit…clingy.
And instead of reveling in it, she was bickering with him. There was an underlying flirtation to it, even without her normal wide-eyed lovestruck gaze, but this was the sort of sniping she usually only reserved…for Clark. Not that she flirted with Clark. Because she didn’t.
Uh huh. Say if your interactions with superman are just like they are with Clark, and you like that, and Clark is more available and less able to ‘protect’ you against your will, wouldn’t it be best to just cut the spandex guy loose and shack up with Clark instead?
emergency plant watering to do this week.
Only at Lois’s apartment.
She sighed, her irritation rising immediately. “Of course.”
Yes, always off to rescue the next damsel.
LOIS: *NEXT* damsel?
And then Clark had won that Kerth.
Oops. Also, great way to place the time. Say… what about Clark’s current girlfriend? You know, the blonde with the eager… relationship drive?
The truth was, as much as it galled her to admit it, her best work lately were the stories she co-wrote with Clark.
So, Clark’s better than her. And she’s only as good as him when they work together. Hmm…
Replaced by a simpering little lady who couldn’t write an award-winning article without her big, strong partner man.
/cocks eyebrow/ see?
LOIS: mo' wine.
And rather than blowing her off or making light of the threat, Clark had held her and promised he would not let that happen to her.
Yeah, possibly scared him straight into the next century.
that didn’t give him the right to tell her what to do.
CLARK: ugh ugh. Lolo. Ugh ugh. Me. Ugh ugh.
And it certainly did not give him the right to use Superman as his own private enforcement squad.
She never thinks any deeper about that relationship, does she?
He was a walking disaster, so it made sense that he assumed everyone was as incompetent as he was.
Says the three times Kerth winner past her prime about the young upstart gunning for her position in the food chain.
He and Clark both needed to get it through their skulls that she was perfectly capable of doing her job without their assistance.
And she didn’t get any more reckless since Superman showed up? Or would have died in the early days before Superman was a fixture in the sky?
In a fit of pique, emboldened by the wine, Lois reached out and grabbed the pencil that lay beside the newspaper. Laughing at her own childish antics, she impulsively drew glasses on Superman’s photo –
Awww
and summoned the scream she saved for the most life and death of situations.
She does realize she just said she was perfectly capable of keeping herself safe without a rescue alien at her beck and call. And yet, she has a Superman scream to get herself out of said life and death situations.
But I was curious to see who would come running: Clark…or Superman.”
That was really sweet and non-twisty and a very wholesome Sunday morning read
Very enjoyable read
Michael
![[Linked Image]](https://i.ibb.co/yRW10Tk/1-B20-FDBA-2225-4-D8-F-B4-A9-F0-E7-FA442535.jpg)
