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This was definitely my favorite part of this fic so far, Anonpip! She recognized that despite herself, she wanted to find a way past this, a way to live with Clark in her life, even peripherally, without his presence only reminding her of all of her pain. This is a very important realization on Lois's part. Without it, she can never be happy with Clark again. You decide what's best for me and then do that regardless of what I think?” Lois asked. At Clark's blank look, she continued. “Clark Kent is shot. You think I won't care – for a reason I still don't understand, but okay, that's what you thought. But then Perry makes it clear that I do care, very much and so you decide to tell me that you're not really dead. But then some ex-girlfriend – someone I should say who has never shown any sign that she loves you for who you really are at all, tells you it would be better for me if I didn't know. And you listen to her! Why, I have no idea, but regardless of the fact that you know I'm hurting, you listen to her and decide not to tell me for my own good.
“Then I sink into depression – something I should point out that could have easily been rectified by backing out of the first decision and just telling me you weren't dead, and you decide that I need professional help. I tell you I don't want it, but you decide that you know better than me and forcibly carry me to a doctor.
“When I finally get a job writing again, I come to you looking for a way to tell the world what happened to you and you do nothing more heroic than to weep on my couch. But then, while I'm still tortured, not knowing the right thing to do, you decide for me and submit an article in my name.
“So why should I think this is going to be any different? You've decided it would be best for me if you aren't around. Why make any overtures to this being a conversation? Why not try being honest for once in your life, Clark? I don't have a choice. You have made the decision and you manage to do exactly what you want while feeling noble as you feel like you've done what's best for me regardless of my opinion.” Yes!!! Hear, hear! Great, great speech, Lois! Exactly what he needed to hear! Clark's head turned around slowly until his eyes met hers. “I'm sorry,” he said simply. His eyes held a look of shame, but not the same beaten down look he typically got when he apologized for not telling her he was alive. No tears covered his eyes. His eyes were clear and strong, but he looked sorry. “You're right, Lois. I didn't mean to, but you're right. I made decisions for you. I'm sorry.”
Lois almost laughed, although she was not sure why. She felt lightheaded, like she had run a marathon. She continued to look into his eyes taking in the apology there, the sincerity. Very good! She reached forward, placing her hand in his. “So, what are we going to do?” she asked, her voice soft.
“I think…” Clark took a deep breath. “I still think it would be best if I didn't come by anymore. But if you don't agree…” Clark looked down at their joined hands, squeezing hers slightly, “I'll do whatever you want.”
Lois smiled at him, feeling happy for the first time. “What I think is that you not coming by anymore is ridiculous. We need to figure out how that kryptonite got to Australia and I don't see how we do that without you being here.” Yes! That's my Lois! So okay, if Lois still wants this lunkhead... maybe you can shape him up so that he is worthy of her, Anonpip! Ann
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“What do you have from the Planet?” Lois asked.
Clark looked at her before moving his glance back down to her bed. “The article on Promotheus. My Kerth. My name plate. A picture of all of us – you, me, Jimmy, Perry, and even Cat at some party. A picture of you.” The last was said so softly Lois nearly missed it.
“A picture of me?” Lois asked.
“Well, of us, really,” Clark replied, his face a deep shade of pink. “From the Kerth Awards.”
Lois nodded, happy somehow to hear that.
“Lois, I’m sorry,” Clark whispered. “I’m sorry I lied to you. I’m sorry I let you suffer. I’m sorry I didn’t do a better job of being your friend. I don’t expect you to forgive me. I know what you said makes sense – that I couldn’t have done that if I liked you, but it’s just not true. I do like you, I love you. I just… I just don’t know how to make things better for you. But…” he voice trailed off, and he stared outside again. Clark was wrong for what he did but maybe Lois can start to understand his feelings better now that he told her the things that were important to her. And there is no doubt now about the way Clark really feels about Lois. There he's told her. “I don’t think I should come by anymore,” he whispered. “I’ll still give you stories – I’ll find someway to do that. But… I can’t see you anymore. I feel like you’re finally moving on with your job but my being here means you’re not moving on with your heart. You’re young and… and so smart and beautiful. You need to meet someone and get married and live happily ever after.”
Lois said nothing, trying to ignore the truth in his words. She had not felt like she was holding back in terms of romance, but it was true to some degree. She no longer saw that as something that was possible for her.
“I want you to be happy, Lois. I know it’s hard to believe that, but I do. Tell me what I can do to help with that,” he was still whispering and looking at her so earnestly now she was having trouble keeping her eyes on him. And, Clark loves Lois so that he is willing to give up his own happiness so that she can finally move on with her life. But he doesn't understand that he is her life. Funny though, Clark could have told Lois that he was alive and risk her being mad at him and not speaking to him for a while or to play dead and live without her altogether for ten years. I say six of one, half dozen the other. Lois smiled at him, feeling happy for the first time. “What I think is that you not coming by anymore is ridiculous. We need to figure out how that kryptonite got to Australia and I don’t see how we do that without you being here.”
Clark smiled back at her, reaching out to tuck her hair behind her ear. “I’d really like that Lois,” he whispered, his hand dropping to her side. I think that Lois is finally ready to move on and start the healing process--with Clark. She loves him, too, and that's why his little stunt hurt so much. But then some ex-girlfriend – someone I should say who has never shown any sign that she loves you for who you really are at all, tells you it would be better for me if I didn’t know. And you listen to her! And, I agree with Lois...what possessed Clark to listen to LAna, of all people...who really didn't accept him for the person he really is? Well done and get part 8 out to us soon! ~Sheila
I'm a firm believer in the fact that God doesn't put any more on us than we can bear. He does however make us come to Jesus every so often.
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TOC, So okay, if Lois still wants this lunkhead... maybe you can shape him up so that he is worthy of her, Anonpip!  Okay, I know I should not care this much, but your feedback really made my day. It had previously felt like there was nothing I could do to make you really like my Clark, so having you think it's possible that Lois forgiving Clark and getting together with him wouldn't be a huge mistake on Lois' part feels like a great accomplishment. Now as long as I don't go wrecking things again... Sheila, Your feedback always makes me smile as you seem to see the characters just as I imagine them as I write them. I think that Lois is finally ready to move on and start the healing process--with Clark. I hope so, although please don't be too disappointed if it doesn't all get resolved in the next chapter. It's hard for me to determine just how much it would take for Lois to trust Clark again, but I'm thinking she's probably not there yet. But, at least she's open to the idea now. She loves him, too, and that's why his little stunt hurt so much. You know, I see this as pretty clear, but I so like the way you put it, I may have to steal it. You may see this appear in an upcoming chapter, although I doubt Lois would word it as "his little stunt"!
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