awwwwwwww!!! How very sweet!
Thank you!!
When I looked at the topic and saw 'ficathon' I totally started scratching my head, wondering why Elisabeth was posting another story... And then I scrolled to the end to see notes and check who this was for... and almost fell off my chair - mostly from laughter, because the wants and wants not are just plain hilarious.
Although I have to admit I feel quite bad now for not telling people that, after playing swictharoo with a few participants for different reasons, I've actually found myself with an assignment and someone's been assigned to write something for me as well...
Off to read.. and commenting as I go.
(ooh, and did I say Thank you? *giggles* Thank you, so, SO much!! You have no idea how nice it was to find this today - I'm not exactly having the world's best holidays so this was just wonderful and perfect.)
Lois stepped out onto the cold, night air. She would gladly exchange the warmth of the party for a few moments of peace and quiet.
Oh boy do I know how that feels!
Given the choice, Lois would gladly skip over November, December and January. Perhaps the bears had it right. This would be an excellent time to hibernate. It could be her own holiday tradition.
Hehe! Totally Lois to think that way.
You know, come to think of it, I would totally do that, too. Well, maybe not November, but the other two I'd sleep through.
In fact, she didn’t really have any wishes for that star, except maybe for a feeling of meaning. Obviously, her life was fulfilling and meaningful--paper subscriptions told her that much--but sometimes it didn’t feel as purposeful as it really was. There were plenty of reasons to get out of bed in the morning; she just sometimes forgot what they were.
Wait, wait, wait... have you been talking to Schnuffichen? I swear I was telling her exactly this, just last night. I'm really turning into Lois, I think. *lol*
It would give her the opportunity to hobnob with Bruce Wayne.
And this is where I would actually PAY to BE Lois Lane. *giggles madly*
It wasn’t that she was so interested in Bruce Wayne.
Psssht! She should be!! LOL!
“Salmon Roe and Crudités? Fig and Walnut Tapenade with Goat Cheese? Foie Gras with Date Puree and Pomegranate?”
Oooh! sounds good. Can I have some, too?
“Has Mr. Wayne arrived yet?” she inquired.
“I believe he has been detained.”
Yeah, he's being all dark and... um... knighty, I guess. *giggles*
She wondered what kind of art a billionaire playboy collected, hoping it wasn’t sex toys or the like.
Heck, this man was odd enough to be Bruce Wayne himself.
Indeed! (and um... this sort of put an idea in my head for a story... um....)
She had read about both Wayne’s charm and his extraordinary physique. The man in front of her was certainly attractive and easily conversant--some women found those things charming. With the suit coat hiding both waist and shoulders, it was difficult to determine whether or not he had an athletic build.
I'm sorry, did someone mention "extraordinary physique"? mmmm.... *dreamy sigh* - it's the arms, I tell you. The arms. Trust me. LOL! (and, yes, OMG, extraordinary physique on either of these men!)
If he wasn’t Bruce Wayne then he was probably a nobody she would never see again, and therefore it wouldn’t matter.
Pffft! Lois... it's Superman!
You'll see him again plenty. Believe us.
“Clark Kent, Daily Bugle,” he gasped behind her. She smiled as she heard how breathless he sounded.
*lol* Does that mean in this universe that he's Spider-Man instead?
hehe!
Unfortunately for Clark Kent, she ate newspapermen for breakfast--scooped them and served them on toast.
Not this guy, Lois. Not *this* guy!
I love how Bruce is sorta kinda Lex Luthor here.
Great idea!!
The ending is just superb!
You know... I can see all sorts of stories as spin offs of this one. (Although, I gotta keep the muse in check, he still owes me the end of several stories he wanted to start!)
Thank you SO much for this story, Elisabeth!
I really loved it and it was just what I needed to start the new year in a nice way.
