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“Anything to find your sister? Like run around in tights? Like marry that blonde woman? Like expose you to that Tempus fellow? I don’t see how we are any closer to finding Lois now, then we were two years ago, when he promised never to give up searching for her.”

Lois nicked her thumb with the knife. “Clark promised you what? When?”

Sam glanced over at Lois. “You cut your thumb, Sweetie.”

She glanced down at her thumb and stuck in her mouth. “It’s nothing, Daddy. What were you saying about Clark?”

He frowned at her. “Where’s your first aid kit?”

Back in her dimension, she had one in every room in her apartment. Human jinx. But here? “Try the bathroom.”

Sam returned a minute later with a bandage. He led her to the kitchen sink and washed her thumb, dried it, and covered it with the band-aid. He then kissed her on the forehead. “There, all better.”

Lois wrapped her arms around him and hugged him. “I missed you, Daddy.”

“And I missed you, pumpkin.”

She sat back down at the bar and finished preparing her breakfast.

“I spoke to Mike, yesterday, after you went back to work.”

Lois froze. She had forgotten about Uncle Mike. “You didn’t tell him about me, did you? The less people who know, the better.”

“Then why did you come looking for me?” Sam asked, digging into his yogurt.

“When Clark told me that you were at the shelter, I couldn’t leave you there.”

He sneered. “That man.”

“Ok, Daddy. Enough.” Lois put down her spoon and faced Sam. “Clark is good, decent and hard working, and he also happens to be the most caring person in Metropolis. What exactly do you have against him?”

“He’s a liar.”

Lois laughed. “Not Clark.”

...had been quickly been depleted by books, bananas and yogurt, and secret identity costume items.

I don’t see how we are any closer to finding Lois now, then we were two years ago, when he promised never to give up searching for her.”

Lois nicked her thumb with the knife. “Clark promised you what? When?”

Clark sighed. That woman could lie on a dime.

Lie, Lois, lie. He guided her with his mind. And then he realized that, if she did lie, she would say they were involved.

As Lois passed Clark’s desk, she whispered, “Stop it. I don’t need you listening in on all of my conversations. You’re acting like a stalker ex-boyfriend and it’s creepy.”

“Sorry.” Clark grabbed his notebook and followed her into the conference room. “How did you hear him say, ‘with Clark’?”

Lois rolled her eyes. “He was standing right next to me.”

“Right.” He tapped his pen to his notepad.

Ralph waved him off. After Clark left, he pointed to another reporter, “Barry, go cover the robbery.” Barry grabbed his stuff and rushed off after Clark.

“Clark and I have a source about some employees or former employees at S.T.A.R. Labs doing some dangerous and illegal experiments on the side. Clark said he wanted to go to S.T.A.R. Labs to confirm the story with Dr. Klein.”

Nobody would ever try to steal the Daily Planet from James Olsen with Superman’s alias on the payroll

He glanced up at her with love, not desire or longing, love. No, it couldn’t be love, it must be appreciation.

“Take me out for coffee.”

He raised a curious eyebrow at this request. “You shouldn’t be drinking coffee.”

Lois shifted her weight, crossed her arms, and stared at him. Clueless. “Then take me out for a fruit smoothie.”

“Did you eat breakfast?”

“No…”

“You can’t be skipping breakfast, anymore, Lucy,” he said as they walked to the elevator. “Your blood sugar will get too low and you’ll pass out.”

“If I promise to eat three squares a day, will you promise to lay off?”

“Kal will thank me, even if you don’t,” he said as the elevator doors shut.

“Now, it’s two against one, is it?”

“Mmmmm,” Lois moaned. “That’s good.” Her drink was gone within a minute.

Clark just stared at her and handed over his cup.

Was she a magnet for crazies?

The Prankster and her old Irish friend, Patrick Sullivan.

“Hey, you want to grab… Wait, when’s your doctor’s appointment?”

Lois shifted her gaze to gathering her notes, so she wouldn’t have to look him in the eye as she lied. “One o’clock.”

He needed a hobby. Something to distract him from following after her like a puppy. “What you need, Clark Kent, is a girlfriend.”

“I bet women are throwing themselves off bridges to get a date with a charming, handsome guy like you.”

“There is only one person I’m interested in, Lucy, and she’s unavailable,” he murmured, looking away.

“I know, Clark. I feel it too. Another reason you need a distraction.”

He found Dr. Klein in his lab mixing up some turquoise blue liquid in beakers.

The doctor chuckled. “Decongestant.”

“I don’t like it when you’re mad at me.”

“No, you’re not, Lois,” he murmured under his breath. “Not sorry, one bit.”

She gasped and he glanced up. Lois was staring right at him, her eyes wide with shock. It was a strange expression for her to have on her face. It looked almost like she had heard him. He shook away that feeling. There was no way she could have heard him. She was at least six desks away and the bullpen was loud and noisy as usual

Concubines, really! Clark, what am I going to do with you?

Well, at least, we are together. Even if I’m on a leash, Lord Kal-El.

Now, I’m hearing things. I could have sworn I heard Kal muttering across the noisy bullpen yesterday afternoon. Am I going crazy?

I’ve decide to get him a girlfriend. Any recommendations? Don’t answer that! I don’t want to know.

Ugh. Three year old coffee.

“I don’t like this, Lucy. That man in untrustworthy. You shouldn’t let him into this apartment at all.”

I don’t see how we are any closer to finding Lois now, then we were two years ago, when he promised never to give up searching for her.”

Lois nicked her thumb with the knife. “Clark promised you what? When?”

Please, let me know if I'm confusing any of you with Lois and her aliases and/or discussion of the other Lois or Lois's Clark.

I'm FINALLY catching up on your story! So sad I've missed it up till now! Thanks for including the synopsis with the TOC, it's most helpful!

Also, she will clean-out a deli if she passes up too many lunches.

Squares?

Lois, Clark, and Superman. I'd bet she never imagined the menage-a-trio like that.

She sounds happily exasperated!

Now, who do we know with superpowers who recently knocked you up?

Nope, it's fine. It just keeps you on your toes

Wow! At this pace you might catch up before I post the Epilogue! Impressive.

First time?

Plus hard to communicate cross-dimensionally.

Slang: for square (full) meals, comprised of the four food groups: Milk, Meat, Breads, and Fruit/Veggies.

No? Me thinking she did. Admitted to another soul, no. Cross her mind. Absolutely.

Still learning the consequences of unprotected sex.