Hi Corrina!
Lois sped down the stairs two at a time, enticed by the delicious aroma of bacon that wafted up to meet her. Had Martha already taken Clark’s breakfast to him?
Aww, Martha trained Lois to associate bacon with Clark. Only, does Lois enjoy Clark because she of the bacon or the bacon because of Clark?
“No,” Martha replied. “Clark took his breakfast with him. It’s too far to take food to him.”
“Oh, OK,” Lois said, pushing aside a trickle of disappointment.
Poor rear, now she has no reason to take a bacon sandwich into the field.
“Yes, of course,” Lois answered quickly, patting down a little flash of surprise at not being invited to accompany Martha.
Martha wants to avoid Lois seeing the newspaper article announcing the upcoming nuptials of “That Kent Boy” and “The City Slicker”.
But no one seemed to come. No one called.
I did mention the Ghost theory in the previous part.
She’d said nothing more, giving no details, but she repeatedly checked the time, causing Lois to assume she had an appointment.
If it’s not ghosts (and I’m still not convinced it’s not) it could be an alien cabal of body snatchers that is stepfording the town and Martha is on her way to their weekly status meeting.
She had left Metropolis threatening never to return.
That had been anger speaking. Anger and pain at betrayal.
The anger was still there. The pain also.
But realistically, she had to return.
Didn’t she?
Eep! Also… eep!
A week ago, she’d thought her whole life was in Metropolis – her job, her family, her man.
A man!
She’d lost all three within the space of a few hours.
Lois had experienced a day and a half of life on a farm.
How long could she hide in this world?
Until the cows come home.
Then, she would fly back to Metropolis to pack up her apartment, tie up a few loose ends, and start applying for jobs that would take her to a new life.
“Dear Ms. Vale, I am a dedicated reporter and hard worker. My previous place of employ unfortunately got toasted after a reporter tried to heat bread in the coffee corner’s toaster oven and the owner failed to properly insure the place. I am therefore hoping to get the opportunity to demonstrate that neither pranksters nor jokers can deter me from delivering a hard hitting story on government corruption or cloning run amok.”
“Yeah.” She gave him a small smile. “Why aren’t you on the tractor? Another broken screw?”
Nah, he just flew around a bit…
“I warn you,” he said, suddenly serious, “you’ll be making work for yourself tomorrow. Picking is just the first step.”
“Did you need him? Is there too much work for you to do alone?”
Again, Clark didn’t answer immediately, and again, Lois paused to check his face. He grinned at her. “You sure do ask a lot of questions.”
/points at spot where Lois had removed her Junior Woodchuck Reporter achievement badge/ She was once a M.A.D.D.O.G.
“I didn’t think farm stuff would be interesting at all,” she said. “But it is.”
She should wait until she sees how the Farm Boy takes a shower. I’m sure that will really spike her interest and cause her to want to investigate further.
Clark picked another couple of apples in his large hand. “Oh, and I’m concerned about you, too.”
He’s quite the concerning person, isn’t he?
Looking for Jack seemed like a good excuse… seemed preferable to the truth.”
Clark waited for several seconds before asking, “Which was?”
“That I was running away.”
“Are you still running?”
Awww… and Clark’s also earning an achievement badge. He will soon be a S. H.R.I.N.K.
“Are you still running?”
“Nope,” she said, and wanting to drive away the melancholy atmosphere, she added, “I’m picking apples.”
She sure is cute.
With another smile, he turned and walked away. Lois started back to the house, munching on the crispest, sweetest apple she had ever tasted.
Awwww
She heard a sound behind her and turned. Martha was there, her eyes red and puffy.
“Martha,” Lois said, dropping the tea towel onto the table and crossing the kitchen. “What is wrong?”
“I’m not feeling well,” she said sharply. “I’m going to bed.”
“Thank you,” Martha said, sounding a little more like herself. “Don’t worry. I’ll be fine tomorrow.” She turned and walked out of the kitchen.
This sounds like Jonathan is either in jail or in psychiatric care.
she didn’t think they were going to make Clark the sort of supper he would be expecting.
A perusal of the fridge didn’t offer any ideas.
Does the Golden Peking Palace deliver?
She knew there was meat in the freezer but had no idea how long it would take to defrost. Or how to cook it.
She could stick a stick in it and offer it as a frozen treat?
“You’d better think of something to talk to her about,” he muttered to himself as he swung onto the porch.
How about last year’s Kerth season?
Would she go without even telling him?
He looked through the walls to where the rental car had been parked. It was gone.
Groaning, he pulled out a chair, sat down, and buried his face in his hands.
Poor dear!
Where was Lois? Why had she –
Then, he heard it.
The motor of the rental car.
It was getting closer.
He looked through the walls again and saw the little car decrease speed, indicate, and then turn into their gate and drive towards the house.
Lois was back! His mood lifted; his exhaustion fell away.
Awwwwwww
He put on his glasses and flew up the stairs to the bathroom to wash up.
Clark’s most adorable!
Another part that fits right in with FHfic
Michael
