Hi Barbara!
It's too long for a Ficlet, but hey Christmas is almost here.
Nah, it’s magic!
Short of securing an interview with MagiKal, there's no way I'm going to solve this mystery."
Ooh, she could dress up as a magician’s assistant and call out to him: MagiKal, why haven’t you returned my phone calls!
"Maybe magic is a mystery that is not supposed to be solved," Jimmy suggested.
He doesn’t know her yet. Just two years or so. He really should be forgiven for this kind of misconception.
PERRY: Hmm…no, he’s not ready yet for more than obits.
. "He's not a wizard, he's an illusionist
Hence the lack of a long, gray beard.
“And whatever it is, he doesn’t seem to have it completely under control.”
That's jumping to conclusions.
. "And I don't think he's any kind of threat. I could see he was worried about me."
He could also have picked her for his next victim and doesn't like switching after. So if something happened to her, he’d be inconvenienced.
The new freelancer,” Jimmy clarified. “Clark Kent.”
I think he's just a wonderous word smith.
Yeah, about a dog show." Jimmy leafed through the paper until he found the page. "You should read it."
Lois snorted. "You're suggesting I should read his article on a dog show?"
Yes. And it has quite a lot of ponies in it, too.
. "He seems to know a lot about dogs. It’s truly a unique perspective."
It’s as if he owns one.
As Lois looked up, she saw hands pointing at the large window. "He's here. MagiKal is here," someone yelled.
Eep!
How did he get up there?" she muttered.
Maybe he jumped the tall building in a single bound?
He'd never been this close to the Daily Planet.
I think that might change in the future.
“We’ll get him next time,” Jimmy tried to soothe her.
They could try and tie Lois to a chair then mount a net above her. When MagiKal comes investigating, drop the net.
Jimmy smirked. “Just don’t get lost in this, okay? Perry is going to have my head if his favorite reporter loses her edge because of an investigation I suggested.”
PERRY: You broke her, you buy her.
JIMMY: Huh?
PERRY: Obits duty, for the both of you. Kent here can cover the bank heist.
She turned a corner and went down a less crowded street. Her heart did a strange flutter and she shook her head at her own irrational behavior. She wasn’t going to find him here of all places, just because she so desperately wanted to. A dog barked.
Huh. Got her radar up and working.
The dog watched her with obvious apprehension. He tensed up, a low growl escaping his throat.
Worried the woman could also slobber all over his man’s face?
Can I help you, Miss?” The man asked, his voice soft and gentle. Lois didn’t know what to say, how to explain her strange behavior. As she was fighting for words, the dog suddenly tensed up again. He started to tug at the man’s sleeves, growing increasingly anxious with every passing second.
So, the powers are also lois-triggered?
I want to help him,” Lois tried to explain
You do not want to help the alien bomb.
She should call an ambulance! The dog barked again, loud and menacing.
‘no ambulance’ says the telepathic dog.
The man shook his head, one ear still firmly pressed to the dog’s chest, the other one covered with his hand.
Awww, he needs Houdini’s heartbeat. Maybe he should try switching to more potent stuff. Could get addicted, though, and him pressing his head against the DP’s top reporter in the middle of the newsroom would raise some eyebrows.
. “I’m Clark Kent. Nice to meet you.” “Lois Lane,” she said with a smile. As she took his hand, she felt a spark of electricity rush through her, a magic of its own kind.
Oooh, also, she didn’t recognize his name from earlier?
That was a magical encounter indeed. And now I’m looking forward to next Friday!
Michael
The combination of green K and red K + him just makes my thoughts lean in that direction. 