Lois had improved. Her breathing and heart rate had returned to normal levels. She appeared to be sleeping peacefully.
Ooooooo
He'd known bringing her so close to his wife was risky.
But she was Lois.
And there was a chasm through his heart. A chasm of yearning.
He'd been surprised by her breathlessness and general lacklustre appearance, but he hadn't been at all prepared for the strength of his reaction to it. He'd ached to hold her. Protect her. Offer her his strength.
Awwwwwww
If he ordered from room service, would young Lois bring it to him?
Wells had stressed the importance of easing seamlessly into her life and then fading away. He'd been adamant about the need to keep the two incarnations of Lois Lane apart.
I think we can scratch that one. Clark’s worse than Cpt. Janeway.
Clark opened the door, strung between the little buzz of traitorous excitement because she was Lois and the gnawing awareness that his mission was to remain blandly unmemorable.
But as it’s already botched anyway.
The young woman was staring at him with unmasked interest.
She was too busy trying - with no attempt at subtlety - to look past him.
She’s new in the customer service business, isn’t she?
Clark's heart flailed with recognition. He knew that look. It meant Lois thought she was on the trail of a story.
The other had developed a strong distrust of him and had already seen straight through his feeble regular-guy act.
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