Can't understand that no one has written FDK on this yet.
Thanks to Mellie, Lara Joelle Kent, I have in fact seen a few episodes. Mellie has graciously lent me seasons one to three. I watch them, but boy, is it slow going. But I have seen the episode that this chapter was based on, and it was a really weird feeling to know what was going to happen! I mean, I knew that Dr. Winninger was going to be killed when Lois was in the bathroom! And I knew whodunnit, too. Weird.
I liked that Lois identified the killer, was told that she had been mistaken, but was proved to be right after all. But Lois was being stupid, too:
“Clark?” She wasn't sure what just happened, but she was going to have bruises. Clark's over protectiveness was getting annoying.
“Stay down!” Clark ordered as he climbed to his feet.
“That hurt!” Lois complained, getting to her own feet. Clark appeared to be scanning the street. She touched his arm and he jumped.
“Lois! You don't sneak up on somebody at a time like this,” he said. His voice was shaking.
“A time like what?” Lois demanded.
“Somebody tried to kill you!”
“Yes, you," she said. That was when she noticed the blood on his jacket sleeve. “Oh my God… you're bleeding.”
It took her long enough to notice that Clark had saved her life! Clark, on the other hand, is surprised to find that he's bleeding:
He looked down at his sleeve, surprise written across his face. “I guess I didn't move fast enough.”
Clark's subconsciousness remembers that he used to be Superman. That part of him hasn't learnt that he isn't super any more.
“Come upstairs, and I'll see how bad it is…” Lois said. “I assume I can't talk you into going to the emergency room?”
“No doctors…”
Lois sighed as they made their way up to her apartment. Clark could be so stubborn when he set his mind on something. She still had no idea why he hated doctors.
Fascinating. Clark's subconsciousness insists to him that he mustn't let a doctor examine him. He obeys this inner voice like a knee-jerk reaction, but I bet that he, like Lois, has no idea why doctors should be dangerous to him.
At Clark's urging, Lois agreed to spend the night at his place, again. At the rate things were going, she may as well leave a toothbrush and a change of clothes at his apartment. Of course, that would give the bullpen gossipmongers something to really talk about.
And I was hoping that the gossipmongers really would have a good reason to whisper among themselves about Lois and Clark...
...but there has been nothing to talk about so far.
And Lois was being stupid again. Clark left her this note:
The water's out in the building. I'll be right back with coffee and breakfast. CK. PS. Don't let anyone in.
But what does she do?
There was a knock on the door and she went to check it, peering through the sheer curtains that covered the double front doors. She recognized the heavy-set man standing on the outside landing – Floyd Henson, Clark's building manager. He was wearing stained coveralls and had a toolbox in his hand.
She opened the door. “Mister Henson, Clark's just stepped out, but I guess you're here to fix the water…?”
Don't let anyone in, Lois. Remember? Eh? Eh?
Well, Clark saved her. Again. And I loved the ending:
“I'll find him...” Clark promised. He started to stand, but she grabbed his arm, ignoring the wince of pain in his face as she clung to his injured arm.
“No!” she managed to get out. “Please. Don't leave me.”
“I won't. I'm here. I'm right here,” he said, holding her close. If felt good to be in his arms. Safe. Almost like being in Superman's arms.
And she is in Superman's arms... almost.
Come back soon with more, Dandello!
Ann
