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Clark was beyond taciturn. Even Henderson had been surprised at the frown on Clark’s face as he had led him back out to the Lobby.

“It’s because you do, honey.”

Clark perked up instantly. “Honey?” His lips twitched in the beginning of a smile. “So I was right and we are more than partners?”

Lois let her face relax into a smile. “Yes, we are.”

Then his tall guy with boots and the glare of a hawk in his eyes came in and really began the interrogation for real. He seemed convinced I was pulling a charade and lying.

“On three. One, two...” Lois pushed him off the ledge.

“Can we both share the bed and just snuggle, no funny business.” Clark turned his puppy dog eyes on her. “I think it would help me remember.”

“Well, that expression of yours tells me that your memory is starting to come back. Yes, I would like that. At least we will see another sunrise together.”

You know, I really fully expected Sam Lane to escort Clark back out, running smack into his daughter [Big Grin] You do know that if it doesn't happen this fic, it will have to happen in the sequel.

So, was the 'honey' a calculated response or did it just slip out and Lois went with the flow?

Oh, she's pulling a Tez on him?

Looks like it. But how did she manage to bend it?

So, funny business in the morning?

Originally posted by Artemis:
wishing it were true?

To motivate him? Sounds like an idea.

That you already posted 14 *and* 15? Or that there are only 4 parts left instead of 5?

Originally posted by Artemis:
Then I'm going to switch gears and try your "The Ghost of Love, Past, Present and Future" challenge and see what I can do with that.

Clark remained at the table, staring unseeing at his empty coffee cup. Had he really not realized how hot it was? Was there a possibility Lois was right? How could he forget something as fundamental as being Superman? On the other hand, he had forgotten he’d made love to this wonderful beautiful woman who was trying to help him.

Suddenly, he felt Lois trying to massage his back with some sort of implement. “Oh, that feels great, Lois! I didn’t know I was so tense.” He was a little puzzled and bewildered when he heard sounds of heavy breathing, effort and small gasps coming from Lois. What was she doing that took so much effort?

Lois stopped suddenly with a final cry of “ouch.” From behind him, Lois said. “I’ll say you are tense! Want to see what I was ‘massaging’ you with?” She came around to his front gripping a Bowie Knife with both hands. She dropped it on the table in front of him with a clatter. The blade was bent raggedly at the tip.

Breathless from her physical effort, Lois panted, “I saw that on the shelf in your closet when we went to look at the Suits. I’ve been literally stabbing you in the back repeatedly. It was like trying to knife concrete. Stand up and take your shirt off.”

The first thing Clark did was exclaim, “Lois you’ve hurt yourself!” Reaching out, he took her wrist and held it gently. “Well, at least it doesn’t seem broken. But why did you do that?”

“To show you that you are invulnerable and convince you that you are Superman, of course,” she said matter-of-fact, though still out of breath. “Now stand up already.”

Clark raised his eyebrow in an expression familiar to her, but obediently stood up and removed his shirt. If they had made wild passionate love as Lois stated, she had seen him without his shirt before.

His expression with the lift of the eyebrow gave Lois hope that memory was returning. She accepted his shirt with her good hand and then showed him the knife slits in the back. She said softly, “What’s the price of one shirt if it convinces you that you can save us from Nightfall.”

Clark picked up the knife and held it in his hands and stared at it. He tried to prick his finger, but nothing happened. He pushed harder and the blade moved, not his finger. Then he let it fall to the table in resignation and turned to look at Lois. “All right. I’m getting convinced. But I still don’t know how to be Superman!” Seeing that Lois was transfixed by the sight of his bare chest, he said, “Umm, I’ll go put on another shirt.”

He turned to go and Lois put a hand on his arm to stop him. “You don’t remember your apartment, so look for your shirt in your dresser with your x-ray vision. Just don’t think ‘heat’ and start any fires.”