Hi Toomi!
Anyone walking by would wonder why Superman was hovering mid-air at Lois Lane’s apartment.
NEIGHBORS: That’s normal. Poor woman is stalked the flying freak.
She’d told him to stop by, he reasoned. She’d said she’d meet him here, and had reminded him of the unlocked window so he could wait indoors. Lois regularly reminded him the window was unlocked and he could just wait for her anytime,
This reminds me a lot of Cat and Mayson and how they behaved towards Clark.
He smirked and pulled the book off the shelf, feeling stunned when a wave of nausea then pain, flooded through him.
Awww, he found her stash! Say, is that the kryptonite bullet she dug up in Madame Ex?
a little perplexed why Lois hadn’t disposed of the Kryptonite bullet
Hey, it could be an elaborate trap to get Superman into her bed!
After briefly considering hiding it in the rarely used oven,
LOIS: You mean my shoe cupboard?
He flailed around as he slipped on the step, groping for the handrail, before inelegantly falling down the remaining stairs.
Nice way of getting Clark k’d, while keeping out the nasty a-plot.
We need to get you to the hospital.” “No,” Clark insisted as firmly as he could.
That’s right. Her bed is much closer. And easier to reach, now that his ankle is hurt.
“Lois, that’s ok. I should go home. If you could call a cab -”
/Points at board title/
/Points at place over yonder on board/
Did he hurt his head or something?
As her hands touched his skin he groaned at the sensation. “I’m sorry, Clark. I’m hurting you.”
Yes. Yes, she’s hurting him!
“I’ve got something for the swelling,” Lois announced
Nononono no. I can’t watch this. Not over here. Toomi is telling a sweet story. There’s nothing … untoward going on.
Don’t give me that look,” she admonished. “I may not have much use for these as food but it helps with my own injuries.
He jumped as she placed the cold bag on his ankle. “Cold,” he responded to her inquiring look. “
Hush! Such a baby.
What was the piece of Kryptonite still doing here after she’d told him she’d disposed of it?
Aaaaah! Or had Lex hidden it there, trying to capture Superman?
Why did you stop by?” Lois asked as she reentered the living room changed out of her work attire, breaking Clark’s train of thought.
Lois! Did you get naked!
“I’m expecting Superman to drop by. Maybe he could stop by your apartment and grab you some clothes.”
Oh, that explains it.
Clothes?” Clark repeated, thoroughly confused
Yes. Like the ones Lois *isn’t* wearing right now.
You’ll need help until you can stand.”
Yes. He will have to be helped with showering.
and he settled on something that passed itself off as a comedy.
About a gutsy but helpless reporter and her social interest, the black terror of the night?
Where’s Superman? Did he stop by?” “No, he hasn’t -” Clark stopped when Lois reached over the back of the couch and took the remote from him. “He must be busy,” she mumbled as she flipped through the news channels, now well into their sports coverage.
She really wants him to help her with Clark’s shower, huh?
After washing his hands, he reached for the towel when a wave of gut-wrenching pain flooded him again. He staggered against the wall, hearing something clatter to the ground as he fell. The pain vanished as he heard Lois’ muffled call of concern.
Wait, did she just check if her Superman trap was still armed?
Had he not been recovering from the shock of another exposure to Kryptonite,
I was right!
reminding himself that she couldn’t have known the consequences of opening the jewelry box to him
Yes, that's one way to look at it. Another is that she knows and set up a trap.
Thinking of which… where was it now? He spotted it back on the shelf, displayed predominantly. He tried to remember if he’d seen the metallic jewelry box before today but was sure this was the first time
Yep, she’s angry about something. Or has that mental disorder were you hurt someone to be needed in helping them get better. Münchhausen-by-proxy? No, not exactly, similar though.
As he ate, he felt a burning sensation spread from his mouth into his throat, his face began to feel warmer and his eyes watered. Coughing, he asked Lois for a glass of water.
And now she's poisoning him.
“They must have made the curry spicier for you. Usually you have no problems eating it, mocking me because I won’t have any.”
See? Definitely ticked off.
He wasn’t ungrateful for Lois’ offer to stay the night, but it meant one of them would be on the couch
LOIS: But it’s a big bed!
. He did not like feeling weak and exhausted, and had not enjoyed the sensation of his mouth on fire from the curry.
LOIS: Yes, I’d like to change my name. Yes … ‘Karma’. That’s right.
He wouldn’t hang in mid-air waiting to see if you’re available.”
Actually …
Clark responded crankily as he became more agitated, realizing he had done just that, especially during Superman’s first few months.
See?
You know what makes me laugh, and how to push my buttons. I know you fake innocence at times, but you are aware of what you’re doing,”
CLARK: I have never once pushed any of her buttons! Oh, you mean verbally …
You don’t get it do you? He’s got nothing on you, but you can’t see past your jealousy.” “My what?”
Yep, she’s ticked off.
Want to know what’s in it
Clark:
You don’t think he’s stayed away because he knows it’s here? Maybe he can’t come by…?”
No, he can come by. He can even stay the night when kryptonite exposure is involved.
how amazing Lois tasted, wondering what had suddenly changed her mind about him to the point she was kissing him with a passion he had only dreamed of, and… Pain flooded him again and he groaned, trying not to curl up in a ball.
/Squints/ she seemed so sincere…
As Lois sat up, Clark rolled forwards, hazily aware the jewelry box was no longer on the coffee table.
Tsk tsk tsk tsk
Kryptonite,” he stammered. “The box fell.”
Now, how is he going to explain that?
He yawned widely as Lois stretched a hand out to him. “You can stay in my bed.”
So, she caught him, roofied him, and is now dragging him off to her bed.
CAT: And they call me *naughty*.
As long as he could get a good night kiss, it didn’t matter where he slept. “Excuse me?”
Oops?
He threw back the sheets and floated a few feet above the bed, delighting in the return of his powers.
Wouldn’t it be awkward if Lois were there?
. He’d tell her everything in the morning.
Yeah. Right.
That was a great Ficathon contribution! You checked all the boxes
Michael
