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9:00 a.m Thursday -

Lois straddled Clark's lap. "Three days, Clark, count 'em, tha-reeee whole days."

"Mm," Clark cooed. "Just you and me, and I have to tell you, honey," he sighed, "after working two weeks solid with no rest so we could *earn* these three days, I'll make every fantasy you have for our anniversary come true."

Clark smiled. "It has been *too* long since we've been completely alone."

"And not completely exhausted from work," she said and nuzzled his neck.

"Well," Clark said in his gravelly tone as he moved her down to the sofa. "We can work on being exhausted for a *good* reason."

"Ooh," Lois smiled and wrapped her arms around his neck. "I dare you to wear me out."

"How about if I just 'wear' you?"

The phone rang.

Lois and Clark groaned with mutual disappointment.

Ellen finally stomped the brake. Lois strained against the shoulder harness.

"Mother, you can't park here! We're in the middle of the—"

Ellen unfastened her safety belt and exited the car. Lois shook her head and followed.

"Ladies!" a man in a white jumpsuit shouted. "You can't park there."

Ellen smoothed back her hair and handed him the keys. "Then you park it. Maybe you can find the phantom ramps that go somewhere."

"I'm not a valet," he said flatly.

"Obviously not," Lois huffed. "You're the guy that runs the merry-go-round and watches people stuck in your twilight zone parking garage!"

The man, wisely, decided to move the mini-van from the center lane rather than be caught between the Lois and Ellen Lane.

He smiled down at her, and thought that there was some sort of other-worldly turn-on at moments like this. He began to duck his head again, but the phone rang. Clark crumpled all the way to the floor and stayed there in a heap.

"Honey, tell me why I shouldn't grab that thing and throw it into space. Tell me quick, or it's the very next thing Superman is gonna do."

The phone rang and Lois tensed even more despite Clark's soothing touch. The answering machine went into its spiel and then Jimmy's apologetic voice spoke. "Sorry to call you in, guys, but it's an emergency. The Chief wants you."

Clark's hands stopped moving altogether.

"Oh …" Lois dropped her head to the rim of her coffee mug. "Please let it not be the City Council. Please let it not be the …"

***

"I need you kids to cover the City Council meetings today and tomorrow." Perry held up a hand to forestall any comment.

"Look, the meeting has been postponed for an *hour*"

A smile spread across Clark's lips. "Well, I'm not one for quickies, but—"

Lois elbowed him playfully and tugged him around the corner of the building.

She ripped open his shirt. "Do the spin thing, and take us home."

Clark laughed and spun, but was standing there only in his briefs. "Sorry," he blushed. "I'm getting ahead of myself here." He spun again, and as Superman, rushed them home.

Clark would normally just disarm the man, but today he had expended his last good nerve, and there was nothing left to spare for the hapless idiot in the bar. At super speed he grabbed the bat and tossed it to the floor.

"Listen, pal," he said, tapping the drunken man in the chest, causing the man to sail backward six feet, stopped only by the pool rack. "Every *idiot* who owns a car is behind the wheel today. Every joker with a grudge is phoning in bomb threats, and every *jerk*," he said, and lifted the man from the floor, "who's had too much to drink and just can't stop, is stepping on my free time."

The man swallowed, but had no place to go. He reached behind him and grabbed a pool cue, and broke it over Superman's head.

"Oh," one man sitting in the corner groaned. "That was smart."

Another man sitting with him nodded. "Probably the kind of guy that would wear a porkchop to a pit bull fight."

There was a blur of activity, and when it was over, the drunken troublemaker was sitting on the pool table with the ball rack on his head like a crown, and the 8-ball in his mouth. A cocktail napkin gave instructions for the police.

Just then the doorbell rang and Lois moved so quickly, the wine bottle headed for the floor. Clark saved it.

Lois took a deep breath. "If I scream, do you think whoever it is will go away?" Clark focused his vision downstairs. "Not likely," he said, his tone flat. "It's your sister."

"Of course!" Lois blurted and headed for the bedroom door. "Why not? If Daddy comes by while we're in the shower, I'll have the whole set!"

Lois stood at the foot of the stairs, trying to compose herself. She failed and continued on to the door. She flung it open. "What!?"

Lucy smiled sweetly. "Gee, Sis, I'm glad to see you too."

The phone rang. Lois and Clark, their bodies frozen, looked over at the infernal machine with just their eyes. "Lois! Clark!" Perry's mechanical voice called. "Get your fannies back to the Planet on the double!"

Lois forgot for a moment exactly which one of them had the heat vision, and attempted to make the answering machine explode in a shower of sparks and light. It simply sat there, however, happily rewinding the message tape with a cheerfully sadistic hum. "Lois?"

"What?" Lois rounded on her sister and decided that Killing Glare Mark III was only for inanimate objects, and managed to tune down her version of super-vision to Killing Glare Mark I.

Lois's voice was a bit breathless, but she managed to speak despite her reaction to what he was doing. "Clark, do you think we're ever going to have an anniversary that's normal?" She shrugged and her blouse fell to the floor. Clark's jacket and tie joined it. She started on the buttons of his shirt. "I mean, one where we have a nice dinner alone and make love in our own bed and you don't have to go to Timbuktu and nobody gets arrested or …" Her words trailed off as she was distracted by the feel of Clark's bare skin under her hands.

His soft laughter was almost as potent as the excitement of his body now pressed to hers. "Lois." He stilled and, pulling away just a bit, brought her hands to his lips, dropping a kiss into each palm. "Lois," he repeated her name, and that was a caress, too. "No matter what happens, normal or not, any day that ends with our coming home together is a special day. It's all I've ever wanted, and for me, it's enough."

The officer behind the desk held up a hand as he finished scribbling something down on a report. "Okay, buddy," he finally said, looking up. Clark noticed the sergeant had a black eye and scratches on his face.

"I'm here about my wife, Lois Lane."

The sergeant pointed to his eye. "*This* Lois Lane?"

Clark shook his head and sighed. "Probably."

The sergeant then pointed to his scratched cheek. "Your mother-in-law?"

"Definitely."

"Ricky!" the sergeant shouted.

A young officer, holding an ice pack on his knee stepped out. "Yes, sir?"

"Release the hellcats."

The young man paled. "Darryl is a lot bigger than I am, Sarge, and I have a date—"

"I don't care *who* releases them as long as I never have to see them again!"