Hi Evie!
Lois bit back a curse as her foot slid on the loose gravel beneath her. Her heels really werenât up for this sort of thing, and she missed her usual after-hours prowling-around sneakers.
She could keep a pair at the office?
Inside, large wooden crates sat piled high, shrouded in long shadows.
Those usually hold missiles, likely shoulder mounted.
Maybe there wouldnât be any running at all tonight, she thought with uncharacteristic hope.
Itâs a sad state of affairs when the investigator anticipates a workout during every stakeout.
She swallowed. Whatever she found in this warehouse had been one of Luthorâs last acts on Earth. The thought sent a chill down her spine.
He could have an exhibit prepped: /draws cover page for The Death of Superman/
she decided that âupâ usually worked out well for her, and reached up to mount the ladder, speedily making her way upward.
/Cocks eyebrow/
LOIS: What? Itâs not like I dangle from a loose rain gutter *every night*!
It was odd. Sheâd almost expected there to be someone waiting for her inside. Her senses were still on high alert from thinking she might run into kryptonite, but her instincts were screaming something else at her, too.
She should have taken her pet Kryptonian with her. Theyâre pretty good at finding kryptonite in abandoned buildings.
Huh.
Sheâd felt sure that there had been someone in here.
Maybe Lexâs ghost?
âClark, this isnât the time to jump out and yell âboo.â This place gives me the creeps.â
Now Iâm thinking we need a Halloween fic in Season One were Clark dons a bed sheet and floats through Loisâs apartment.
He might joyfully tease her through these situations, but if he was nearby, heâd be able to hear her hammering heartbeat, and heâd go out of his way to keep her from being afraid.
Awwww
The windowsill showed none of the warping that youâd expect from wood that had been exposed to the elements for weeks. So it hadnât been open all summer, she concluded.
That meant someone had opened it recently.
So many well thought through details
Stop it, she told herself bracingly. Forget the creepy nightmare, and get the kryptonite.
UmmâŚ/points at Clark, sitting wide-eyed in a corner, huddled inside his cape/
Why had the only night Clark was truly unavailable been the one night she just had to come sneaking through one of Lexâs eerie mystery warehouses?
/eyes Evil Writer/
Well?
The label on the side of this crate read âFertilixer.â
Looky there, she found the catalytic that turns sun-grown protein into fertilizer.
When this was over, they really needed to have a talk about the rest of their lives.
Nothing like a possible near death experience of her boy toy to charge oneâs decisiveness.
She vowed that she was going to do whatever it took to stop Clark Kent from letting his life pass him by.
She could get pregnant?
But first, she thought, with renewed determination, she was going to destroy this kryptonite.
Letâs just keep this as a priority item, shall we?
See in part 13. Letâs hope it wonât be unlucky for Superman. Or Lois.
Michael
