Hi Evie!
Lois bit back a curse as her foot slid on the loose gravel beneath her. Her heels really weren’t 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 wouldn’t be any running at all tonight, she thought with uncharacteristic hope.
It’s 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 Luthor’s 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 ‘up’ usually worked out well for her, and reached up to mount the ladder, speedily making her way upward.
/Cocks eyebrow/
LOIS: What? It’s not like I dangle from a loose rain gutter *every night*!
It was odd. She’d 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. They’re pretty good at finding kryptonite in abandoned buildings.
Huh.
She’d felt sure that there had been someone in here.
Maybe Lex’s ghost?
“Clark, this isn’t the time to jump out and yell ‘boo.’ This place gives me the creeps.”
Now I’m thinking we need a Halloween fic in Season One were Clark dons a bed sheet and floats through Lois’s apartment.
He might joyfully tease her through these situations, but if he was nearby, he’d be able to hear her hammering heartbeat, and he’d go out of his way to keep her from being afraid.
Awwww
The windowsill showed none of the warping that you’d expect from wood that had been exposed to the elements for weeks. So it hadn’t 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.
Umm…/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 Lex’s eerie mystery warehouses?
/eyes Evil Writer/
Well?
The label on the side of this crate read ‘Fertilixer.’
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 one’s 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.
Let’s just keep this as a priority item, shall we?
See in part 13. Let’s hope it won’t be unlucky for Superman. Or Lois.
Michael
