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Lois sat at her desk staring at her telephone, waiting until it was late enough to call. Singapore, being literally on the other side of the world, was just getting to work as they were heading home. The sun had set outside hours earlier; most of the newsroom staff, including Clark, had posted their stories and gone home for the night. Yet, Lois sat here still. This was the third night this week she had tried to get hold of Lex Luthor and she was hoping that the third time was a charm.

She stood up and started to walk around the newsroom. Spending all this time sitting down was giving her the worst backaches. It felt like this baby was getting bigger by the minute and no amount of heavy clothing was doing the job of covering her ever burgeoning tummy. Plus, all these extra layers were hot. She pulled off one of the bulky sweaters and took a deep breath. She put her hands against her back and arched, hoping to stretch that kink down her spine.

FLASH! Lois turned to find James standing by her desk with a camera. Great. Just when she looked her most pregnant. She waved at him and tried not to waddle as she returned to her desk.

“I brought you some dinner. When I called your apartment, Sam said you were staying late to try again. Hope you’re in the mood for Italian.”

“Love it. I’m starving,” she said with a smile. They went into the conference room and spread out their take-out containers.

“Cranberry juice for the lady,” he said handing her a bottle. “Have you told Clark, yet?”

“What can I say to him? ‘We found Lex Luthor, hiding in plain sight in Singapore, but the jerk won’t come to the phone'?” She swirled her pasta around her fork and took a large, dribbling bite. “You are a god-send, James. Thank you.”

He smiled and passed her a pile of napkins.

“I couldn’t possibly look any worse.” She shrugged with a chuckle, tucking a napkin into her top-most sweater.

“Well, you could remove about half those layers. Don’t tell me that you’re cold in the newsroom or you’ll make me feel like Ebenezer Scrooge,” he said.

“Personal body image issues,” she explained. “Oh, what the hell, since it’s just the two of us.” She glanced out to the newsroom to make sure they were alone and then removed layer upon layer until it was just her maternity pants and a thin turtleneck. She stretched up to the ceiling and sat back down. “Much better.” Digging into her pasta, she gazed over at James. His jaw had dropped to the floor.

He pointed at her. “Lucy. You’re… You’re…”

They both had been under the influence of that pheromone perfume

[b]Mozartmaid:
[/b]Had they been though? Honestly Clark, isn't that just an excuse?

“No matter how crazy I drive them.”
[...]
“No matter how crazy they drive me.”

“You love her, Clark. She might not be able to fly, my boy, but she’d make you happy.”

“And there’s your baby…”

“Well, it was at that point the woman in the next chair leaned forward and she said and I quote, ‘You own the Daily Planet? Do you know Perry? Do you know Clark Kent?’ I realized that was the first time I had mentioned which newspaper I owned and I wondered how this man knew me from Jack the Ripper.”

“It gets better. He turns to her and says, ‘Don’t worry your pretty head about such things, dear.’”

“Probably find their suite and scan it with his x-ray vision, break down the door, and fly off with the woman in his arms,”

Looks like Sam can't hold his juice.

Perry's been out of the business a bit too long. And away from Lois...

He could just pull a Cat. I'm sure the guys over at the Blue Oyster Bar would love to have him.

Darth Vader?

He's the older gent'? That just sounded like a guy with grey hair, glasses, looking like he's sixty!

The neuroscanner works again? And why is she risking those things? Or does she just not remember aside from a few confused fragments?

Huh. She doesn't sound like she knows they're Neuroscanning her and yet at the same time Lex told her so earlier. Or is it a game they're playing?

/imagines Gene Hackman Luthor as the 'older gent'

But... But... But... you said he didn't burn her eyes out with a hot poker fresh from the fireplace when Clark had that last dream!

Could CLark maybe invite Lex to a private chat. Strap him to a rack and unclothe him. Then, use a small soldering iron to millimeter by millimeter transform Lex's reproductive system into charcoal before manipulating his other orifices the same way?

/points to above suggestion/ And was it intentional, or was it a genuine accident? Was it the Neuroscanner malfunctioning? Or was it overuse? And does Lola know?

Uh-huh... /puts money down on Daniel/

I'm glad you liked my little Thanksgiving present.