Oh, this is adorable! I kept smiling, when I wasn't almost-sobbing!
He was saved from having to respond by the elevator's timely arrival.
When the doors closed behind them, though, Clark realized that, despite the long line, he and Lois were the only two who had stepped inside.
Mad Dog Lane!!!
She was back on her feet immediately. "You tell them to kiss off? Seriously? That's a contest? As in, who can tell someone off the best?"
(I'm using up all my icons here, aren't I?)
"It's kind of funny, isn't it?" he was dimly aware of Jimmy saying. "When you thought it was about yelling at people, any number of potential partners came to mind. But when it comes to kissing...?"
Clark didn't turn around; he recognized the quality of silence that had met that comment.
"Hey!" Jimmy said defensively. "I said it was just *kind* of funny."
Oooohh!!! I can just see the killer "kiss-off" stare that Lois gave Jimmy!
She stopped on that thought for a second and tried to imagine Stan without the greasy coveralls and the irritating non-progress reports on her car. If she kissed him for hours, would he be willing to hurry up the repairs? Though if he would just do that, she wouldn't need to kiss him. If he would just fix her Land Cruiser, she wouldn't need the new car, at all.
Oooohhhh!!! Now you're killing
me!!! I can just see Lois kissing Stan the mechanic for hours while making him work on her car at the same time!!!! (Talk about multi-tasking!!!)
Her gaze went of its own volition across the aisle, across the other desks. Like a stone skipping on water, it went right over Ralph without pausing. As if. Right past Eduardo, happily married...and heavily mustached, besides. Lois rubbed her upper lip. That would irritate after a while, definitely.
Where's the "magnificent mustache" icon?
Eventually her gaze reached its destination. Not *her* destination, because her gaze's chosen target was not under consideration. No way, no how, no matter what. No.
"No," she reiterated under her breath, just to keep things straight. "I can't."
"No?" repeated Jimmy incredulously. "Come on. Think, Lois! There has to be someone!"
And there was. Or at least her eyes told her so. But she knew better, so she squeezed them closed and ordered them to behave.
It was a small world and her choices were limited, yes, but she would pick Stan and his coveralls before she picked...him.
I don't know if I have any icons left, but... *sob* *sniffle
He considered a short puff of superbreath; just blowing Jimmy to the floor...across the room...out the door. Maybe no one would notice? It was only Jimmy after all...
Heyyyy!!!! Making people laugh so hard should be illegal!!!!
She would kiss anyone else. Anyone. Jimmy and his grin that ate Metropolis. Stan and his non-car repairing cussedness. Ralph and his obvious unfitness to be a member of the human race...or...ok. Not Ralph. Under no circumstances. But anyone else--almost everyone else--would be better than Clark.
You're killing me with laughter...
He was her partner. Her friend. And the one she had wronged.
...and with sadness.
"No." She said it to herself as much as to Clark. Because something inside her, something in collusion with her gaze, which had picked him first and foremost, was leaning towards "Yes.' Leaning hard towards "yes.' In fact, wanting very badly to just say, "Yes.'
"No," she said again, louder, more firmly, just so all members of her psyche could get on board.
This, too, is so perfect it should be illegal!!!
"Oh. Well...ok, then." Clark turned to leave, and she could have sworn she could read the dejection in his shoulders. For an instant, just a blink, something in his posture, something in those shoulders, slammed into her with overwhelming, disheartening familiarity. Whatever it was, it was another dismissal at her hands. Something she was all together too good at.
"Wait!" She leapt to her feet, grabbing for his arm and halting his retreat. "I didn't mean picking you was stupid, Clark. Just...the whole idea. Kissing for a car."
Oh!!! She doesn't want to break his heart again. Not again!!!
"But this would solve your problem, wouldn't it?" Jimmy piped up, and only then did Lois remember he was sitting right there between them and she was practically standing on him. "Besides guys, I saw the article first. It was my idea, so I should be the one to help Lois win the car... Whoa." Jimmy came to his feet in a swift, abrupt motion, as if he were a puppet and someone had jerked his strings.
Lois raised a puzzled eyebrow in her partner's direction. Odd, how he appeared to be holding Jimmy by the collar. Clark was smiling, though, albeit through gritted teeth.
ROTFLMAO!!!
And then Perry and Jimmy's talk reminded me of the time in the show when they said to one another, "You know, it feels to me as if we are here just to advance their plot"!!!
Resigned, she shucked off the sweatshirt and picked up the battered copy of "War and Peace' from her bedside table. It was penance. She would bore herself to sleep, or quite possibly to death, whichever came first.
Do I have a ROTFLOL icon left? Anyway, once I bought 'War and Peace' at a sale, or I thought I bought it... when I came home, I saw that I had bought 'War and Peace, part III'.... (No, I never did read it.)
Anyway, Lois really is going to the kissing contest, and we all know who she is going to be kissing!
Oh, what a lovely story, Erin and CC!!!
Ann
) This is a fun premise and is set at a very interesting time in L&C's relationship - one that the show didn't explore nearly enough, IMO. I'm looking forward to seeing how it all comes together.
