She had gotten lost. Again. Lois hadn’t driven much in Metropolis since Lucy brought the Jeep Cherokee to her a week and a half ago
Oh boy.
And also – probably having something to do with their magnetism – her compass was all off.
Like standing on the north pole, trying to find the north pole?
stuffed the parking ticket into the glove box,
… when some meathead decided that she looked ripe for the picking. Boy, had he picked the wrong victim.
Oh boy. /imagines Lois smashing the tire iron between his legs/
That man was also lucky Clark wasn’t at one hundred percent, because if she had called his name and Clark had seen that man attacking her…
Shall we just say, it wouldn’t have been pretty?
"I don't know, Officer. He just... thudded against the wall, leaving this strange, red smear behind..."
Needless to say, Lois had been really glad she had taken that self-defense course at the women’s center in Smallville last year. And the year before. She really needed to find a new hobby.
All she had the energy to do was crawl into bed, but she smelled and looked like a Metropolis pothole and she had a husband to retrieve.
/wonders if Clark might take one look and run in the other direction/
“He’s fine, dear. They’re on their way there. Jonathan is bringing Clark home to you.”
Oooooh, a gift to unwrap! Wonder what Lois will say when she sees him making out with Mayson in the courtyard.
“It’s Kal, honey. Just Kal. Clark is no more.”
Fun dream!
"There is no more Clark. You call me Kal or Superman… or I’m gone. Do you understand?”
Even in her dreams he's a lunkhead!
“Hang it up. Respect me. Respect my uniform,” he told her.
Lois nodded dumbly. She didn’t like how he was bossing her around, but she needed him. She needed her Clar… Kal fix. She wrapped the cape around her neck and tied it there. “All hung up.”
(am I overusing this guy?)
Clark,” she moaned. “Oh, Clark, yes!”
When Lois went to wrap herself tighter around him, she discovered he was gone.
Poor Lois!