Okay, here the definitely final part of Dr. Klein's fertility research. It's Ann's fault it even exists. Nancy and Lara asked for it as well, but Ann gave the idea to this. So please blame them
I'm only to blame for the poor quality, but I hope it's not too bad.
Look here for the previous parts...
Seeing Microscopes and Scientific Nightmares This continues two weeks after Scientific Nightmares. Superman had to chase after Tempus, who gave destroying Utopia a new try by telling Superman he couldn't have children. Tempus used his present incarnation who is a shape shifter just like Tess from "Big Girls don't fly."
However, Superman couldn't get them and after he had just given Dr. Klein a new sample, Tempus appeared. He weakened the hero and killed the scientist in self-defence as Dr. Klein attacked him, because the villain wanted to steal the sample.
To save the future, H.G. Wells appeared once more. Unbeknownst to him, his 14th century incarnation had travelled with him in the time machine. However, together they were able to save Dr. Klein's life and sent Tempus back to the Stone Age, hoping that he will stay there. Knowing all this now, I hope you can follow the last part. Please enjoy... Severe Obstaclesby bakasi
Two weeks had passed since Superman had saved Dr. Klein, after a couple of villains had tied him up in the middle of his lab. That incident alone had been hard enough and Dr. Klein had thought that he was already due for a holiday. He would go just after he finished these tests Superman had asked him for. A bad mistake! He should have preferred the holiday over the slight chance of getting a Nobel Prize. It would have been wise, he knew that now. But it was too late. Two weeks later, Dr. Klein still hadn’t finished any of the tests that he needed to do in order to find out if Earthlings and Kryptonians were compatible.
Instead of running a series of tests, he was running through his lab, searching frantically for the samples. He had looked literally everywhere. He had opened up every yoghurt pot that anyone had ever stored in the fridge, hoping to find the most important part of his studies. His search had left him able to describe new species of mold. He had found photos of a girlfriend who had left him ten years ago. He had forgotten they even existed, not to mention the girl’s name. The samples remained indiscoverable; instead a whole pile of complaint letters had appeared on his desk. Too bad it wasn’t the other way round.
“Can we help you, Dr. Klein?” a friendly voice asked in attempt to be helpful. Dr. Klein winced. He should have left the sign *Do not disturb* outside his lab. Another mistake! He looked at the man who had addressed him. Superman smiled at him, warmly. Right next to him was a crowd of people, namely Lois Lane and two strange looking men who were dressed so old- fashioned that even Dr. Klein was noticing it. “Is everything all right?”
“Nothing is all right!” Dr. Klein retorted angrily. “I lost them!”
“You lost what?” Superman asked gently.
“The samples, I lost the samples. It’s all because you messed up with time. Why didn’t you set me back in this time, *before* I forgot where I had put them,” he growled.
“It would have caused a paradox,” one of the strange men who earlier had introduced himself as H.G. Wells explained.
“Paradox!” Dr. Klein replied angrily. “You’re born when? And that twin of yours?”
“He isn’t my twin, he is an earlier incarnation – 14th century,” Wells said politely.
“You lost the *samples*,” Superman repeated, appalled. “Tell me you’re not serious. Don’t say that I have to do it *again*.”
“Well, we’ll see. But don’t even start complaining about those five days of abstinence. I’ve been waiting for two weeks now, and just because you are too distracted. You could have found that coldest spot in the artic a little earlier, really,” Dr. Klein complained.
“It’s not my fault that the stress of chasing Tempus has this effect on me.” For some reason Lois Lane was blushing behind him, but that wasn’t really important to Dr. Klein. “And it surely wasn’t my idea that Tempus’ shape shifter incarnation did the dance of the seven veils.” Superman tried to defend himself. “Five days were an unholy long time.”
“You complain about *five* days? I’ve been waiting *two* weeks now! And I had to listen to your week excuses; I’ve been shot at, killed. I want a vacation!” he shot back.
“Dr. Klein, can you please help Mr. Wells 14th century incarnation instead of running around? That’s why we came in the first place.” Lois Lane stopped the argument testily. “We will help you finding these samples. I think he’s time-sick. He needs medical attention.”
“Then go to a physician, there is a reason why I became scientist!” Dr. Klein said, disbelievingly. He really didn’t have time for someone who had caught a cold. Superman’s sperm wasn’t immortal and he couldn’t wait another five days, weeks more likely, given the hero’s active libido. Who would have expected such obstacles in doing this relatively easy study? “Get away from that microscope!” he yelled, as he suddenly realized the threatening movements of the 14th century twin.
“Microscope?” the 14th century incarnation asked. “What is a microscope?” He swayed a little but fortunately Superman could hold him just in time before he did something to the microscope. Dr. Klein’s heart stopped for a moment. When he noticed that nothing had happened, he sighed with relief.
“Okay, okay,” he gave in, figuring that his chances for an intact lab were better if he treated the time-sick Wells-twin. “You go searching for the samples, Superman.”
“How do I recognize them?” the hero wanted to know.
“It’s the only Kryptonian sperm around.” Dr. Klein answered impatiently. “But don’t you dare bring me the animal seed of my co-worker. He’ll skin me alive if that vanishes.”
Dr. Klein groaned, unwillingly. He wanted to go to his microscope; he wanted to do those darn tests. Instead he was stuck with a time-sick, a strange time traveller and Lois Lane, who looked increasingly sick. He was a scientist for Heaven’s sake; he didn’t need any more patients.
While Dr. Klein examined the pale 14th century man, trying to convince him that a stethoscope was nothing evil, Lois Lane’s hand wandered up to her mouth. She muttered an apology and made her way to the restroom. Dr. Klein couldn’t believe it. The whole time-sickness thing might have been interesting, but he had the strong feeling that it was just some bug.
Superman was still scanning the area and Dr. Klein could only hope that whatever he used was not heat-vision. The 14th century man was still shivering with fear, regarding the whole amount of unknown instruments. Dr. Klein really didn’t want to know what would happen if he needed to go to the MRT. And then Lois came back, still pale but obviously feeling a little better.
“Damn sickness,” she muttered annoyed. “I’ve been throwing up each morning for several days now, and it just won’t stop.”
“Maybe Clark got you pregnant, Lois.” Dr. Klein stated and continued working on his patient. The later Wells was watching him, amazed. The scientist could only hope it was pregnancy. That would mean that he didn’t have another patient. Pregnancy wasn’t his problem; at least not as long as Lois was the pregnant woman.
“I can’t be pregnant,” Lois stated, convinced. Dr. Klein’s heart sank. Maybe this was some kind of time-sickness after all and Lois was affected. He would have to wait even longer. “I’ve had my period.” The two Wells’ blushed, their faces almost violet.
“Doesn’t mean anything, Lois,” Dr. Klein muttered, relieved. There was still hope. What Lois had considered her period might have been the implantation. Please let it have been the implantation, Dr. Klein prayed silently . “There is a test-kit in the armoire over there. It’s for Chimpanzees but I’m pretty sure it works on women as well. But if it comes out positive, you go to a real physician. I’m not an obstetrician.”
