I am so glad to see my favorite HotBat decided to post her V-day story so I'm not the only one hurling literary candy hearts at the readers! And like I told you when I first read the actual message she sends, I love, love, love this. I think the reason is because Lois uses her great love -- words, and by extension, writing -- to tell Clark how she feels. It's so fitting, given both her personality and her profession.
He frowned and flipped a few pages of his notebook back and forth. "I'm not sure how much longer I'll be," he told her. "You'll just be wasting time, hanging around here."
He must be realllyyyyy uncomfortable about the "story" he is working on for him to not want her to hang around. Gee Clark, she's practically begging you to spend the evening with her, and you're too dense to notice!
"Come on, Clark, candy hearts don't exactly win Kerths," she commented, giving him a disbelieving look.
I'm glad you decided to use this! And I think it fits well … it sounds very Lois. Amused and arrogant at the same time, because you can bet your sweet chumpy she wouldn't bother doing the "assignment" if Perry had given it to her; she'd probably tell him to take a candy heart and stick it up his ...
"Well, I just thought it would be fun to do." He shrugged, though he had a fairly embarrassed expression on his face.
I love that a mere question from Lois can make the Man of Steel embarrassed. Never mind that he parades around in a spandex suit that shows off his … uh … candy hearts.
"You're serious?" He frowned at her. Was she really offering to help? On a fluff piece that she normally wouldn't get within twenty feet of? Who was this woman and what had she done with the real Lois Lane?
She's willing to help him on a fluff piece? Ha! Lois is in love, Lois is in love! But can you blame her?
And a good choice on her part, may I add. If I had to pick between the Pulitzer and Clark, well, it would be a hard choice, but in the larger scheme of things, the award wouldn't keep me warm at night.
She'd lost count of the number of times she had rolled her eyes, shook her head and just plain laughed at the entries and their replies.
Ahh, you make the girl fall in love, but you can't take the cynic out of the girl.
One where reading posts wouldn't leave her feeling strangely lonely and heartbroken.
Aww. I like this. It fits in well with Lois hating the holidays, and also the fact that under all of her cynicism, she really is a romantic, and a lonely one at that.
All but the last three messages had been answered. And just a few minutes ago, even. This meant that that Superman was out somewhere in Metropolis right now, reading messages that people were leaving for him. And answering them, too.
I love that he would take the time to answer love letters. He's a darn nice guy.
It would explain so many things, however, Lois realized. The reason why she'd never, ever, seen Clark and Superman together, even though they claimed to be close friends. Why Clark had felt an urgent need to leave Metropolis, during the heat wave last year. How he'd suffered memory loss inexplicably, when Superman had gone missing after colliding with the Nightfall asteroid. And it would so easily explain why he kept walking out on her, abandoning her in the middle of a conversation sometimes, with the worst possible excuses known to man.
I love her reasoning process, and the scenarios that come to mind. And I love that she figured it out so easily, on her own.
Clark, her mild-mannered partner, the guy who brought her coffee in the morning, listened to her whenever she went off on some crazy tangent... The guy who walked her home when she left the Planet late at night, the guy who held her when she cried after some lunatic tried to kill her - again.
Awww. I love this. She can't be
that mad, because look at how great he is to her as Clark, never mind everything he has done for her as Superman.
Of course he was Superman. He couldn't not be.
I love this because she
wants him to be! I have read so many stories where she is sooo angry and determined that he
couldn't be Superman, that she couldn't be that blind. This is a nice change.
If I could turn back time, start over again, I wouldn't push you away like I did that afternoon in the park. I'd tell you that I love you, right then and there. For everything that you are. No ifs. No buts.
I'll wait until you're ready to tell me what I already know. I could be wrong - I hope I'm not.
Please tell me that I'm right, and that it's really you.
Lara, damn you! Making me teary at WORK! There is no crying in newspapers!
She turned a corner and stopped, leaning back against the wall, eyes closed and heart still pounding in her chest.
I can picture this so well. She's standing in this slightly darkened hall, her heart pounding, her nerves on alert, her legs about to give out with fear … anticipation … mortification. It really encompasses how Lois deals with these things.
"You're right," he said, against her ear. "And I love you, too."
Awwww! I love the ending. It's so simple, and so beautiful!