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She had the most boring story assignment of her life, fruit flies, and that was saying something. *straps on seatbelt because this one is going to be a fun ride* The garbage strike after Christmas hadn’t helped matters any either. At first I thought this was just a random addition. When I finally got time to read this so I could review? My mind went "OH! That's Clark's assignment!" Lois had returned that hideous watch after Lex had given it to her; she distinctly remembered doing so. Nevertheless, when she had gotten into the office the next morning and went to retrieve her bottle of aspirin from her briefcase, there it had been. That green and red glowing monstrosity had actually made her hangover worse. Stalker! The attack of the killer watch! *cue Twilight Zone music* She didn’t know how the thing had ended up there. How about one of Lex's flunkies. Probably, Lex had slipped it into her bag while distracting her with his creepy behavior. Although, she wouldn’t put it past him to send some flunky to the Daily Planet to leave it at her desk. Or Lex. Lex makes more sense. Considering how badly the recording effort has gone to this point he'd probably try to personally make sure the device was in her possession. Either way, she had needed to investigate a floater down at the docks, so she had grabbed her briefcase and headed for the wharf. MPD had ruled the man a Christmas suicide. Lois wasn’t so sure. There were much better and less painful ways to kill one’s self. Sounds like you weren't that "in the mood" for the fruit fly assignment. ... Then again, you didn't sound like you were assigned that yet. While at the docks, though, she made sure to drop the watch into the murky grey waters, just in case it turned into one of those demonic pieces of jewelry, one always heard about in horror stories, that ended up reappearing after being properly disposed of. Wouldn't it have been hilarious if that had still been the case but from Lex? Considering his monetary talents and abilities it's completely possible he'd hire someone to search the docks just for it. He took her elbow and pulled her into the hall. “I apologize, Lois. It’s only that the watch was irreplaceable, a one-of-a-kind item.” Thank god. Then no one else would be subjected to such a garish item. “Oh,” he replied with disappointment. He gazed into her eyes for several moments, longer than he had ever stared at her before. “Your eyes. I have never noticed your eyes before, how rich, how deep, like pools of light. A man could drown in those pools.” Oh dear, didn't know he was exposed to that yet. I guess Miranda sprayed him in the morning. “Perhaps it was that partner of yours, who took the watch,” Lex accused. Oh my, a jealous Lex is a dangerous Lex. Lex beamed at these words and, for a second, Lois considered retracting them. He had been much too interested in Clark, investigating his past and checking up on his current activities. No, it would be better, safer for Clark, if Lex Luthor dropped Clark as a person of interest or envy. For all she knew, Luthor might BE the person Clark's hiding out from. “I’m glad to hear it, Lois. That means you are free to have dinner with me this Friday night,” Lex said. *Lex pens in his catch.* “I’ll send a car to pick you up at eight, my dear,” Lex said, taking her elbow and leading her back into the function. *and snares his prey quite neatly.* Lois: Sometimes I hate Lex. What am I saying? Of course I hate Lex! She had turned him down, yet he had expected the date to go on. It didn’t bode well that Lex didn’t take no for an answer. I'd agree, kind of frightening. “Out of curiosity, what documentation did Kent produce to prove his identity?” Lex had murmured.
She had ground her teeth together. That man was entirely too much. “His birth certificate,” she had said. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, Lex, I have a job to do.” And of course that will mean Lex will be attempting to track that ghost of a certificate down. [QUOTE She felt like a very lucky mouse escaping the jaws of that boa constrictor. The more she had fought, the tighter he had held. Just the memory of this meeting left her more than breathless.[/QUOTE] That, of course could be rather enthralling in the right circumstances. It could also be alarming. I could just imagine her inner self going "Red Alert! Red Alert!! All hands prepare to engage defense mechanisms!!" Misery didn’t even touch on how horrible Lois felt. She dropped her head onto the conference table. Wait... wasn't she just at the press conference? Is there supposed to be a break there? “That isn’t the point, Clark. You stood me up!” she hissed back, wishing she could stop herself from sounding so needy, so jealous, so…. Oh, hell! So in love with Clark Kent. She looked down at her notes, and refused to gaze on him for fear that he could read her thoughts. And the beginnings of suspicion of where Clark goes approach. She had discovered that since their mistletoe kiss, Clark was never far from her thoughts; so much so, her dreams had become increasingly more erotic over the last few weeks. She had never been so disappointed in herself. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fall for Clark before she knew who he was, what his background and history were, and despite all of that, she had gone ahead and done it. Sounds like when the pheromone kicks in things would be even MORE heated, not less. Clark hadn't kissed her purely because he wanted to before that in canon. She only hoped that it wasn’t too late. Clark had promised her that he would wait for her to be ready. Nevertheless, other than that one kiss on Christmas Eve, Clark had been very reserved for the past month and half. Friendly, yes. Romantic, no. His romantic teasing, which had sent her juices tingling, seemed to happen only on those rare occasions when he spoke before thinking. And while that's understandable I'm sure it's setting things back for the two of them. It's heating that tension to a blazing inferno on both sides. The pheromone is going to be that perfect spark, I'm sure. “I didn’t do it intentionally, Lois. I was on my way to the press conference when I heard about a fire in the diamond district. My source on the MFD arson squad told me that Superman found the body of a highly esteemed jeweler,” Clark murmured. Mazik jewelers? “I promise you, Lois, the next time Superman does something exciting, he’s all yours,” Clark retorted, before catching Lois’s raised brow. “I mean… the story, yours. Your story.” And once Clark and Lois are together I'm sure that will take on a new level of excitement to say that. (Please note I didn't say WHICH Clark and Lois.) She tried not to make it obvious she was catching Clark’s ‘today’ scent. Unlike other men, who smelled like a gallon of cologne, or scented soap, Clark’s aroma was hard to pin down. Sometimes he smelled like fresh air, other times piney like a forest, every so often there was this dampness or earthiness to him, from time to time he had a smoky scent like danger or a fire, but he never stunk like cigarettes, cigars, alcohol, sweat, or grime. Probably catching the faint scent of whatever he was trying to help. Clark leaned so close Lois could feel his warm breath tickle her neck. “I don’t know, Lois, I like the name ‘Clarkie’.” He coughed. “For the bear, of course.”
“Of course,” Lois retorted, thrilled at even this little flirtatious conversation.
“Kent, if you’re done nibbling on Lane’s neck, how about you tell me how the dock strike’s going?” Perry said, causing Lois to bolt upright. LOL. I love how Lois acted like she was caught necking with the quarterback by the school principal. “‘Negotiations have broken down again’? Is that supposed to be code for something?” she asked. Lois: Are you saying our relationship is at a standstill? Are you telling Perry that we aren't getting along?? Well what do you know? My quote buffer ran out! On to the next ten. “Oh, you remember, Chief,” Cat said, her eyes widening with excitement. “Today’s the day that they’re using our newsroom for the backdrop to introduce that new fragrance Exclusive!. Marketing set it up.” You know, Marketing never made much sense to me. Now PR does... but then again, these days PR is sometimes considered a division of marketing. He smiled at her, and set his hand on her shoulder. “I get to watch someone even more beautiful than they are, every day, Lois. Why would I be interested in looking at anyone else?” Flirrrrrrrrrt! It was entirely possible that, on reflection, Carlos might change his mind, especially once Clark introduced him to Lois. *squinches up face* I don't know about that Clark. The decision to take up the cloth is a kind of serious endeavour and not taken up lightly. I don't know if even Lois would change that (unless there's something in Clark's soul past to suggest that which we were not privy to.) Unfortunately, he had promised Lois at Christmas that he wouldn’t kiss her again without her direct say-so. Lois, on the other hand, seemed content to remain just friends for the foreseeable future. I think you've been missing some obvious signs to me. It seems like Lois has been pulling the "reverse psychology" stuff on herself and it's bleeding out in my point of view. “I’ve been thinking that I’d like us to try the new Italian restaurant that opened near your apartment,” Lois whispered, practically climbing onto his desk to lean closer to him. “Now.”
“Aunti Pasto’s?” Clark said skeptically, removing the pencil from behind his ear. “There are better Italian restaurants in Metropolis, Lois. All they serve is pasta, which isn’t what antipasto means in Italian, by the way.” Looking away from her, he said, “Anyway, you know what pasta does to me.” He fumbled with his notes and turned back to his computer screen.
“I know,” Lois murmured. “Pasta does the same thing for me, and I want to eat it. Now.” I didn't get why she kept saying "now" at first. Then as this went along my eyebrows went even higher. Suddenly the fog in Clark’s brain parted, and her words sunk in. “Now? As in now now?” he sputtered. He recalled their conversation in the conference room after returning from Smallville. She had said that she had wanted to remain friends ‘for now’, and he had rebutted, ‘how about now?’ Well it looks like "just friends" won't be that for too much longer. She bit her bottom lip demurely and nodded. “I’m ready, Clark. Take me now.” I could almost hear that seductive, breathy tone. Somehow I suspect it was even more seductive than canon Lois was because all of the priming that happened in the days prior. “Five minutes, and you can have me for the rest of the day,” he promised. And I'm certain Clark's thinking of ways to put the rest of the day to good use. In bed. “Sold.” Her finger moved from his cheek to his lips. “But know this; I’m not going to settle for just the day, Clark.”
“No?” he squeaked. Oh boy, Clark's mind's blown. Lights are on, no one's home. Or more like the light fuse just blew. And I know I'm mixing my metaphors but I'm sure this instance deserves it. Lois glanced at the woman, looking her up and down. “Your perfume stinks.” There was nothing quite like his ‘to the point’ partner. LOL, Love how even on the pheromone perfume she can still be blunt when she needs to be. “Each time we kiss, you wake up regretting it and push me away. I can’t face any more rejection,” Clark reminded her. Oh dear. And here, I can just imagine that happening. His jaw dropped open in blissful surprise. She loved him? Loved loved, like he loved her? His heart soared with pleasure. Lois didn’t hesitate in taking advantage of Clark’s open mouth to deepen their kiss and pull him against her. He had to admit, she was doing a pretty thorough job of convincing him that her words were true. Yum, yum, yum. Sounds like Clark's going to be enjoying himself very soon. Just hope this won't come back to bite him hard.
CLARK: No. I'm just worried I'm a jinx. JONATHAN: A jinx? CLARK: Yeah. Let's face it, ever since she's known me, Lois's been kidnapped, frozen, pushed off buildings, almost stabbed, poisoned, buried alive and who knows what else, and it's all because of me. -"Contact" (You're not her jinx, you're her blessing.)
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Originally posted by John Lambert: <<tears in his eyes>> I was hoping we could have 15 parts for this episode. Lois head-over-heels in love with Clark is so fun. OK, I doubted that would happen, but I would not complain. You and my betas both, but I still have more of the story to tell. Rest assured we have only seen the few minutes of the first day of the Revenege epidemic. While PML is a fun episode, it actually was only a minor part of this story (and IMPORTANT segment as you'll soon see, but still a minor one in the overall story). Canon Lois: Hey, wait a minute. I saw Clark rob the place. And once he explained what was really going on, I protected him from Sergeant Zymack's inquiries in the matter. I mean, OK, maybe I should have not mistrusted him and not assumed he was a robber, but hey, he was robbing the place and I saw him do it. Exactly. There's a history of Lois believing that Clark is a robber, so it's not such a far reach for a gulliable Lois to believe this. LOIS: I'm not gulliable! EW: Exactly. Which is why you don't buy Lex's story. I guess you do have a point. Still, it very much messes with everyone's mental well being. It does, doesn't it? Clark: Well, that just shows she is still very far from seeing the truth of Luthor. Even canon Clark worked with Luthor on occasion despite knowing who he really was. <<cough>> HiM <<cough>> True, but I was afraid he would not be back from Brazil yet. His trip to Brazil was the day before. That is why it is better than in canon. There they were not wispering to eachother at all.
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Christina: Thank you for the long FDK! *straps on seatbelt because this one is going to be a fun ride* I hope so. The garbage strike after Christmas hadn’t helped matters any either. At first I thought this was just a random addition. It was an explanation on why they were spraying for fruit flies in the middle of winter. When I finally got time to read this so I could review? My mind went "OH! That's Clark's assignment!" Nope, Clark's working the "Dock Strike" not the "Garbage Strike" (which is now over and happened in January off page). Stalker! The attack of the killer watch! *cue Twilight Zone music* How about one of Lex's flunkies. That's one of the theories. Or Lex. Lex makes more sense. Considering how badly the recording effort has gone to this point he'd probably try to personally make sure the device was in her possession. Yes, Lex as the evil queen from Snow White, finally learns to take matters into his own hands... Or maybe he will someday, since giving Lois the watch is still working through a mediary. Sounds like you weren't that "in the mood" for the fruit fly assignment. ... Then again, you didn't sound like you were assigned that yet. Fruit Fly assignment was in February. The Floater was on Christmas morning back over a month previous. She's thinking back on it. Wouldn't it have been hilarious if that had still been the case but from Lex? Considering his monetary talents and abilities it's completely possible he'd hire someone to search the docks just for it. Maybe he has. Thank god. Then no one else would be subjected to such a garish item. CLARK: I was thinking the same thing. Oh dear, didn't know he was exposed to that yet. I guess Miranda sprayed him in the morning. Oh my, a jealous Lex is a dangerous Lex. He is, isn't he? For all she knew, Luthor might BE the person Clark's hiding out from. Perhaps he is. *Lex pens in his catch.*
*and snares his prey quite neatly.* Lois: Sometimes I hate Lex. What am I saying? Of course I hate Lex! He's making it difficult to love him. I'd agree, kind of frightening. Eerie Lex. And of course that will mean Lex will be attempting to track that ghost of a certificate down. He's already been doing that. That, of course could be rather enthralling in the right circumstances. It could also be alarming. I could just imagine her inner self going "Red Alert! Red Alert!! All hands prepare to engage defense mechanisms!!" Wait... wasn't she just at the press conference? Is there supposed to be a break there? She was thinking back to the previous day with Lex at the luncheon. Sounds like when the pheromone kicks in things would be even MORE heated, not less. Clark hadn't kissed her purely because he wanted to before that in canon. Nope, they hadn't dated and they also weren't on a relationship "break", which only Lois could unbreak (in Clark's opinion). And while that's understandable I'm sure it's setting things back for the two of them. It's heating that tension to a blazing inferno on both sides. The pheromone is going to be that perfect spark, I'm sure. Could have been. Or it could have been another watchmaker who had made a hideous looking green / red glowing crystal that Lois didn't want. And once Clark and Lois are together I'm sure that will take on a new level of excitement to say that. (Please note I didn't say WHICH Clark and Lois.) Noted. Yes, I can see the teasing fun intensify with Superman double entendres. Probably catching the faint scent of whatever he was trying to help. LOL. I love how Lois acted like she was caught necking with the quarterback by the school principal. Pretty much. Lois: Are you saying our relationship is at a standstill? Are you telling Perry that we aren't getting along?? Yes, she misconstrued Clark's response to Perry. Well what do you know? My quote buffer ran out! On to the next ten. Well, shucks. You know, Marketing never made much sense to me. Now PR does... but then again, these days PR is sometimes considered a division of marketing. Martketing for the Daily Planet, and PR for the perfume company? Clark's a bit more open to flirting since getting the green light from Carlos. *squinches up face* I don't know about that Clark. The decision to take up the cloth is a kind of serious endeavour and not taken up lightly. I don't know if even Lois would change that (unless there's something in Clark's soul past to suggest that which we were not privy to.) He's trying to do the right thing. Yes, I agree with you (as does Carlos), but at the moment, Clark cannot see how anyone could choose a life without Lois than one with her. I think you've been missing some obvious signs to me. It seems like Lois has been pulling the "reverse psychology" stuff on herself and it's bleeding out in my point of view. Lois might have finally admitted to herself that she loves Clark, but she still hasn't let herself do anything about it because of his whole lying about his past thing. Of course, once she had admitted this to herself, Clark became irresistable, and Lois started to do those things we all do when we have a crush on someone and don't want (but at the same time, do want) them to know. Everything she says or does seems obvious (only to her), everything said to her says he loves her (of course, she might be right about that), and everything everyone else says makes it seems like everyone else knows as well (okay, maybe they do; it would explain the sudden appearance of the popcorn machine in the break area). I didn't get why she kept saying "now" at first. Then as this went along my eyebrows went even higher. You're not the only one. It took Clark a while as well. Well it looks like "just friends" won't be that for too much longer. I could almost hear that seductive, breathy tone. Somehow I suspect it was even more seductive than canon Lois was because all of the priming that happened in the days prior. Thank you. And I'm certain Clark's thinking of ways to put the rest of the day to good use. In bed. Not quite. Oh boy, Clark's mind's blown. Lights are on, no one's home. Or more like the light fuse just blew. And I know I'm mixing my metaphors but I'm sure this instance deserves it. LOL, Love how even on the pheromone perfume she can still be blunt when she needs to be. As you know, it's difficult to keep a Revenge-addled Lois to still be Lois. Oh dear. And here, I can just imagine that happening. Well, we'll see... Yum, yum, yum. Sounds like Clark's going to be enjoying himself very soon.
Just hope this won't come back to bite him hard.
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Christina said: LOL, Love how even on the pheromone perfume she can still be blunt when she needs to be. However since Miranda says that the pheremone removes inhibitions, it would seem to me it would make Lois more blunt. She is blunt in telling Clark she desires him, blunt and no nonsense in getting rid of Ralph when he goes after her, and blunt in stating her views to Miranda. The pheremone does not create desire, it hightens it and removes inhibitions, and it would seem that would apply to speaking ones mind on all sorts of things.
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Originally posted by John Lambert: Christina said: LOL, Love how even on the pheromone perfume she can still be blunt when she needs to be. However since Miranda says that the pheremone removes inhibitions, it would seem to me it would make Lois more blunt.
She is blunt in telling Clark she desires him, blunt and no nonsense in getting rid of Ralph when he goes after her, and blunt in stating her views to Miranda.
The pheremone does not create desire, it hightens it and removes inhibitions, and it would seem that would apply to speaking ones mind on all sorts of things. Good point. I never thought about it exactly like that before.
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Lois felt miserable. She had the most boring story assignment of her life, fruit flies, and that was saying something. Ooooh! Oooooh! The garbage strike after Christmas hadn’t helped matters any either. I wonder if Miranda has orchestrated the whole thing, starting with getting Lex to heat up Metropolis and seducing the Garbage Union’s chief so he would call a strike. All in the name of getting a chance to spray Metropolis. She knew what she wanted to do. Clark? She wanted to tell Lex Luthor to take a long walk off a tall skyscraper, but she knew Superman would save even him, Maybe if she bedded Clark at the time? Nevertheless, when she had gotten into the office the next morning and went to retrieve her bottle of aspirin from her briefcase, there it had been. just in case it turned into one of those demonic pieces of jewelry, one always heard about in horror stories, that ended up reappearing after being properly disposed of. Wouldn’t that just mean the watch might end up inside a fish and when Lois and Clark visit a fish restaurant, she gets served the fish with the watch inside? Or… /points up to tidal wave reference/ She should have pried the crystals out of it, sold the watch for its weight at a gold smith and put the crystals in front of a steamroll. Luckily for her, the watch never made another appearance. Unluckily for her, Lex had. That’s what assassins are for. The previous day, Perry had sent Lois to cover a P.R. “thank you” luncheon for military contractors, and she had bumped into Lex. The wave generator project. Actually, such luncheons are already considered bribery if they’re more than a couple dozen bucks per person. At least, over here. She had only attended the function because Valdez was out with the flu. Did Lex have Valdez infected? Now that Lois did know, she planned on researching exactly what is was. /whispers/ ‘it’ I did my first of the month inventory and restocking of supplies,” Huh. Women do that? Or is that a Lois thing? You know, replace broken lock picks. Get some new mace. Put in a new box of DFCBs. “No!” he sputtered in dismay, reaching for her briefcase, which was as always slung over her shoulder. She had never been so disappointed in herself. She had promised herself that she wouldn’t fall for Clark before she knew who he was, what his background and history were, and despite all of that, she had gone ahead and done it. See? Had she done as Cat does and just gotten him out of her system, things would be easier now. Of course, she *would* be considering how to handle a career and a baby come September, but still… She had even chosen what she was going to say. Take me. Take me now. ? Well, nine-hundred and ninety-three pieces; there were still a few pieces she had never recovered after Superman had broken her heart. Awwwwwwww My source on the MFD arson squad told me that Superman found the body of a highly esteemed jeweler,” Old Mr. Mazic? “I promise you, Lois, the next time Superman does something exciting, he’s all yours,” So, Clark knows what Superman is doing regularly back when he’s home alone? “Pity,” she murmured, leaning closer to him. She tried not to make it obvious she was catching Clark’s ‘today’ scent. New hobby? . Sometimes he smelled like fresh air, other times piney like a forest, every so often there was this dampness or earthiness to him, from time to time he had a smoky scent like danger or a fire, Huh. but he never stunk like cigarettes, cigars, alcohol, sweat, or grime. Or cheap perfume. So, no stench associated with the hookers that Ralph frequents. Hmmmm. Maybe she could use that excuse to stay over at his place again. Right. So not in love. “Do you think, if it’s not too much trouble, you might have another go at it? And this time, put a little zing into it, will you?” By turning them into fruit mosquitoes? “Vivid dreams. I’ll be fine. I have Clausy Bear to protect me,” she teased. Clausy? “What? You think ‘Clarkie’ would have been a better name, Kent?” “I promised to name it after Santa.” How about Krisly Bear? “I don’t know, Lois, I like the name ‘Clarkie’.” He coughed. “For the bear, of course.” No that Clarkie is still available, she could use it as a nickname for something else Clark-related . “Kent, if you’re done nibbling on Lane’s neck, how about you tell me how the dock strike’s going?” Perry said, causing Lois to bolt upright. “‘Negotiations have broken down again’? Is that supposed to be code for something?” she asked. “What? You’re not interested in hanging out and watching the pretty people parade around the newsroom, Clark?” Lois teased, as everyone else filed out of the room. No, he’s more interested in watching you. . . . Wait for it... . . . LOIS: /off to second part/
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Michael has really built up the anticipation beyond belief. I'm afraid I had to go over and beyond to make up for it. quote:Maybe Lois and the rest of the newsroom won't get exposed to Revenge. That would be so much better.
Michael would kill me. It's his favorite episode. Kinda. And you’d better not skimp on Honeymoon either. Ooooh! Oooooh! Clark glanced up from his desk and over at Lois. She had taken off her jacket and started unbuttoning the top two buttons of her blouse. Clark had spent so much of his energy focused on finding the Jaguar, he hadn’t taken a moment to think about how or what he would say to the man once he had found him. Maybe if he had just grabbed him and dumped him in Lois’s apartment in the middle of the night? It was entirely possible that, on reflection, Carlos might change his mind, especially once Clark introduced him to Lois. Meeeeeehhhh… He never got what he wanted handed to him; there was always some sort of catch. You mean, like when he finally gets Lois? Unfortunately, he had promised Lois at Christmas that he wouldn’t kiss her again without her direct say-so. Lois, on the other hand, seemed content to remain just friends for the foreseeable future. Uuuummm… A shadow darkened his desk. Lois. Setting his pencil behind his ear, he glanced up and saw Lois leaning forward across his desk. She rested her elbows on his notes and gazed deeply into his eyes just inches from his. *gulp* Clark swallowed. From this position, it was impossible not to look down her blouse. Very much amends. She almost seemed to be speaking about something entirely different. Lois is speaking about and and He reminded himself of his vow not to do anything until he knew, with certainty, he was clear to do so. He needs , doesn’t he? “I’ve been thinking that I’d like us to try the new Italian restaurant that opened near your apartment,” Lois whispered, practically climbing onto his desk to lean closer to him. “Now.” So, pasta and a bed? “I know,” Lois murmured. “Pasta does the same thing for me, and I want to eat it. Now.” Suddenly the fog in Clark’s brain parted, and her words sunk in. “Now? As in now now?” he sputtered. He’s a slow one, isn’t he? LOIS: Don’t care. Lois would finally decide to forgive his stupidity when his willpower was at its weakest. More fun for EW?
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She bit her bottom lip demurely and nodded. “I’m ready, Clark. Take me now.” She studied with Cat, huh? The pencil in his hand broke in two. Oops? Maybe he should accidentally spill some water on his pants? It was only lunch, right? It wasn’t as if Lois would want to progress any further than lunch, not so soon after suggesting that they get back together, right? Lois shook her head. “No, now!” Nothing was as obstinate as Lois was once she had made a decision about something. Patience had never been one of her virtues. She’s a Mad Dog in heat. “Five minutes, and you can have me for the rest of the day,” he promised. But what if she wants another 60 hours after that? “Sold.” Her finger moved from his cheek to his lips. “But know this; I’m not going to settle for just the day, Clark.” Read about the two-week honeymoon have we? It wasn’t as seductive as the more practiced Cat, I recommend he not tell Lois that. She sat down and exposed her leg out the slit in her long skirt. What was he supposed to be writing about again? Something fit for Love Fortress? “Four minutes, thirty seconds, Clark,” she said. Michael
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While at the docks, though, she made sure to drop the watch into the murky grey waters, Good point. Hmm, I am really getting scared we might see this in Part . Although that would require really bad luck, so maybe it is unlikely. Clark: I have really bad luck. I think we need to worry.
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Michael: I just sent the next part to Beta, so I'll reward myself by answering some FDK. Sounds like Michael is excited about the sidebar to Lois's exposé on the Garbage Collectors union. I wonder if Miranda has orchestrated the whole thing, starting with getting Lex to heat up Metropolis and seducing the Garbage Union’s chief so he would call a strike. All in the name of getting a chance to spray Metropolis. MIRANDA: She knew what she wanted to do. ER: Clark? LOIS: Maybe if she bedded Clark at the time? LOIS: Well, she *already* wants Lex to take a swan dive, so I guess this additional behavior isn’t really relevant any longer. Well, John likes to add up all of Lex's flaws for Lois to count, but you don't need to. Cold water drowning? Dunno, but don’t you get tired of hypothermia and then just slip under water and die peacefully? /too lazy too google it ATM/ BUT it's COLD! Won’t that hurt Superman when he goes after the tidal wave? Oh my. Oh dear. Depends on how the radiation from the Kryptonite works. Does it dissolve in the water? Wouldn’t that just mean the watch might end up inside a fish and when Lois and Clark visit a fish restaurant, she gets served the fish with the watch inside? Yes, it might. Or… /points up to tidal wave reference/ Yes, it could happen. She should have pried the crystals out of it, sold the watch for its weight at a gold smith and put the crystals in front of a steamroll. Yes, but that would imply a) that she knew what the crystals were, and b) that the particles from the crushed Kryptonite didn't end up in the air, ground into the road, or washed into a nearby water supply somehow, polluting it. That’s what assassins are for. LEX: As a matter of fact, I have several on payroll if you want to use one to get rid of your pesky partner of yours, Lois. LOIS: Uh... Thanks for the generous offer, but no. My, look at the time, I really must be... uh... OCTOPUS! The wave generator project. Actually, such luncheons are already considered bribery if they’re more than a couple dozen bucks per person. At least, over here. It's a 'thank you' luncheon, so free for the guests. Did Lex have Valdez infected? Good question. Thank you. Huh. Women do that? Or is that a Lois thing? You know, replace broken lock picks. Get some new mace. Put in a new box of DFCBs. A Lois thing. CLARK: Sorry, I'm busy, Lois... er... you know. So… <<Lois having fun at Lex's expense>> is out, then? LOIS: Sadly. Hey, she could always bug him. Oh, but that's what everyone else does. He’s going to come clean and give her the speech he gave to Superman while latter was holed up in a green cage? No. She’s not. She explicitly just thought so. Actually, Clark *does* have ulterior motives for Lois. He wants to marry her and make her very happy. Yes, but what if she ends up in his bedroom, naked and spread-eagled to the bedposts? Also, gagged. Unless Lex puts a green-glowing lavalamp next to the bed and removes the gag. That could be fun, Lois screaming for Superman in that situation. <<sees plot for Michael's final chapter of his PML fic.>> Do boas go after mice? Or only after animals larger than cats? Maybe they eat them like popcorn? Also, rats and mice probably bigger in the forest. And would that comment be considered sexual harassment? No, probably not, especially in an office where Cat Grant works. No, he’s more interested in watching you. . . . Wait for it... . . . LOIS: <<mad>> CLARK: And I can do that from the docks. Lookie there, me too!
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-- Response to Michael's FDK - (cont.) Kinda. And you’d better not skimp on Honeymoon either. So, no jumping forward to a little magic show? Uh... er... um... But I thought you guys wanted me to up the pace? Maybe if he had just grabbed him and dumped him in Lois’s apartment in the middle of the night? CLARK: Well, being that he's a priest, she'd probably be okay. Unless, of course, he's not, and he's really just undercover as a priest, then maybe she wouldn't be safe. No, best to keep them a good hemisphere apart just to be safe... To guarantee his safety. You mean, like when he finally gets Lois? Yep, when he finally gets Lois, he's caught! Didn’t Lois mention ‘now’ earlier, too? She’s telling him that now is *now*. That she is. <<What she had planned on telling Clark, BTW>> CLARK: <<adjusts tie>> We're still talking about the dock strike, right? Lois is speaking about <<hugging>> and <<dancing>> and <<taking a mid-day nap>> CLARK: Hey! My Mom and Dad used to do that. Farming is quite labor intensive and exhausting work and... Oh. <<blushes>> Never mind. You don't like Lawrence Welk, do you? He needs <<Lois Lane Handbook? Diagram? Detailed Instructions on how to unfasten her bra?>>, doesn’t he? CLARK: What are you implying? I've done this before, you know. I know I'm a bit rusty... not literally though... but I think I can figure it out. Eidetic memory and all. LOIS: <<Smilie of dinner with the future Mr. & Mrs. Kent>> That be the one. He’s a slow one, isn’t he? LOIS: Don’t care. <<kisses Clark>> LOIS: Me like slow. CLARK: Anyway, just to defend myself, you can't blame me for not expecting this after the life I've had, right? Good luck doesn't fall into my lap, like... EVER. She studied with Cat, huh? Well, her desk is opposite Cat's. Oops? Maybe he should accidentally spill some water on his pants? Um... that would look like he pee'd his pants though. CLARK: I've got heat vision. EW: You'd use it there? At work? CLARK: Maybe not. I figured Lois's personality should be in there somewhere. But what if she wants another 60 hours after that? CLARK: Read about the two-week honeymoon have we? LOIS: I've got vacation days saved up. I recommend he not tell Lois that. CLARK: <<puts on baseball hat over "lunkhead" tattoo on his forehead>> Do I look that stupid? Something fit for Love Fortress? That's happening in the copier room. That’s no way to talk to a high-class callgirl. LOIS: I charge $1500 for a billionaire to take me on a fifteen minute drive in his limo where he's not allowed to touch me. <<looks Ralph over>> Nope. You can't afford me. So, he first got to what, second base with his head? Nope, I'm not even going to give him that. It would. Now that she’s disposed of her new watch. LOIS:
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Originally posted by John Lambert: Good point. Hmm, I am really getting scared we might see this in Part . Although that would require really bad luck, so maybe it is unlikely.
Clark: I have really bad luck. I think we need to worry. So, you're saying I shouldn't delay tonight's posting, John?
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What? Tonigh's posting? We are going to get all the way to the morning tonight? I figured it would be taken up by since I can't say anything about that here.
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Oh, that's too bad, John, because I have tonight's part all ready to go. I just have to press the "post" button. If you really want me to wait until morning...
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I just sent the next part to Beta, so I'll reward myself by answering some FDK. Sounds like Michael is excited about the sidebar to Lois's exposé on the Garbage Collectors union. It’s like with little children getting excited when the first bits of Christmas decoration pop up in the streets. quote: Maybe if she bedded Clark at the time?
LOIS: <very excited by the idea of selling her body for the greater good> I think I’ve heard somewhere that the cold numbs you pretty fast. Depends on how the radiation from the Kryptonite works. Does it dissolve in the water? She might have dumped it at the same pier they end up in HiM, or it might get dragged out to see and Superman encounters it inside the wave. Yes, but that would imply a) that she knew what the crystals were, and b) that the particles from the crushed Kryptonite didn't end up in the air, ground into the road, or washed into a nearby water supply somehow, polluting it. Well… a) Just to get rid of Lex-stuff. No matter what they are. B) Yeah, there *was* a story once where someone covered half the US with Kryptonite dust. But then, who would really wonder when he suddenly develops headaches and colds and stuff. Lois would probably contribute it to his unnatural eating habits. quote:That’s what assassins are for.
LEX: As a matter of fact, I have several on payroll if you want to use one to get rid of your pesky partner of yours, Lois. Umm… I meant an assassin to get rid of *Lex*. LOIS: Uh... Thanks for the generous offer, but no. My, look at the time, I really must be... uh... OCTOPUS! Lex and Octopus. Also… is it just my imagination or was Octopus Lois’s safe-word for Superman to rescue her? It's a 'thank you' luncheon, so free for the guests. Yes, but if the meal would normally cost more than the non-bribe-limit, it would still be considered bribery. LOIS: That's okay with me.
CLARK: Lois!
LOIS: Fine! I'll do it myself though, but I hate washing my hands with bleach afterwards.
CLARK: Lois!
LOIS: It's Ralph! He deserves to be wrongfully accused a crime nobody committed!
CLARK: [Shock] Lois! ER: Lois does have a couple very good points there… LOIS: No, really. I'm fine. Please don't torture me. Please don't. I'll be good.
EW: You will, will you?
LOIS: Well, no, but I don't deserve that fate. LOIS: Oh, so now I'm not allowed fantasies. Gee, thanks. Fantasies are okay, so long as they involve a naked Lois and Cark and Superman in the same room. CLARK: Sorry, I'm busy, Lois... er... you know. Tying her up in his bed so she won’t come after him in her drug-addled state? Actually, Clark *does* have ulterior motives for Lois. He wants to marry her and make her very happy. LOIS: He wants to *marry* me? <<sees plot for Michael's final chapter of his PML fic.>>
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Maybe they eat them like popcorn? Also, rats and mice probably bigger in the forest. Will the last thing Superman does before leaving with Herb be flash-freezing Lois and when she wakes up, she knows he was Clark *and* that he’s now nowhere to be found. Thus she gets really mad. Then history resets itself and Lois is left with a deep seated mistrust and anger at Clark and when True Clark shows up, things get *very* interesting. BTW, did you already check out MLT’s No Place Like Home? It’s now available as ebook, IIRC. quote: So, Clark knows what Superman is doing regularly back when he’s home alone?
CLARK: You can call that exciting if you want to, but, really, I'd rather have Lois. Exciting for Lois? Well, interesting? From a scientific point of view? quote: By turning them into fruit mosquitoes?
Wouldn't it have been bad for the fruit fly population to be sprayed with Revenge? Wouldn't they have taken over the city? LOIS: Not *again*! The time at MetSewRecFac was enough for me. quote: Clausy?
For Santa Claus. I know. I just meant *Clausy*? quote:ER: <<agrees with Clark that the bear's name should be changed to "Clarkie" and be put in a blue spandex suit with red shorts and boots>> and strips him? CLARK: <<adjusts tie>> We're still talking about the dock strike, right? We’re talking about two ‘spaceships’ ‘docking’. CLARK: Hey! - My Mom and Dad used to do that. Farming is quite labor intensive and exhausting work and... Oh. <<blushes>> Never mind. You don't like Lawrence Welk, do you? Michael
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Quiz points tallied. Check. Procrastinating on Part 89. Check. Back to FDK. Darn bear gets all the luck. LOIS: <<looks to the ceiling and shakes head>> And he came highly recommended, too. Not quite. But one can’t say more here. So, no jumping forward to a little magic show? Uh... er... um... But I thought you guys wanted me to up the pace? ER: <<Shows EW written contract that shows that all fanfic over 50 parts must include a full PML episode in it>> Oh, well, if I must... From a jealous Wrong Clark when Lois immediately goes <drool> and strips him? No, just from Lois. We’re talking about two ‘spaceships’ ‘docking’. What! Zara's here already?! LANA: I don’t think he should remember what he did. Wouldn’t wish that on Hank (?) Irig. Hank's her husband and not an Irig. Walt's the bad Irig boy. Then what does he call Lois when she falls into his lap? CLARK: <<sheepishly>> Naughty luck? Not when Lois sees him spilling the water. But she might offer to help him dry off or take his pants to the hand dryer in the ladies room... without him in it. So, she’s like Demi Moore in that one movie and charges a million bucks a pop? LOIS: Oh, I'm worth so much more than that. I require one round-the-world trip with no plane. Different kind of fun. Fun where more people get made. Later, fun where already finished people (well, extra-dimensional aliens) get unmade. I'm sorry, I'm only creating fully functional (debatable) adult people in this story, no babies. Oh, wait, that's not exactly true. Um... I didn't say that.
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Quiz points tallied. Check. Procrastinating on Part 89. Check. Back to FDK. Or something to do with the fact that he killed Superman, since he disappeared about the same time Clark got sick? quote: Umm… I meant an assassin to get rid of *Lex*.
LEX: Yes, but my counter-offer is always *higher* In a room sit three great men, a king, a priest, and a rich man with his gold. Between them stands a sellsword, a little man of common birth and no great mind. Each of the great ones bids him slay the other two. Who should he kill? A riddle for Tyrion, A Feast for Crows, by GRRM and Though I would treasure your friendship, I'm mainly interested in your facility with murder. And if the day ever comes when you're tempted to sell me out, remember this: whatever their price, I'll beat it. I like living. Tyrion to his pet sellsword, A Game of Thrones, by GRRM (yes, I’m aware you’re not following that recent media hype. Really, it’s like the 2011’s Harry Potter. Just for grown ups. Plus: Dragons!) quote: Yes, but if the meal would normally cost more than the non-bribe-limit, it would still be considered bribery.
Riiiiight. I’m not joking. I’m just way too lazy to dig out the quote from the law-site and translate it. All in the name of fighting corruption at the minor functionary level. Of course, it’s still good practice to pay the top-level politicians millions so they do what they’re told by those with said money. That’s just common sense. TEMPUS: What a fun universe. Can I live here, please? quote: Fantasies are okay, so long as they involve a naked Lois and Cark and Superman in the same room.
Lois: Ooooh! <Mind goes straight to very dark place with a red light bulb above a biiiig bed> Claaaaaark! I've just had a brilliant idea! Michael
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Originally posted by Darth Michael: EW: Thanks for not deserting my story, despite having Lois run off with Luthor during PML.... oh, wait... that didn't happen.
ER: Yeah, that could have caused a strange dip in the FDK-post-count number… So, if Clark can provide that she’ll jump him? LOIS: No comment.
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I think it would be difficult for Ralph to type up the report with blackened fingers. Probably should partner him up on this. <<watches as all DP staff suddenly have urgent business to report on>> /watches as Lois steps forward/ LOIS: What? No one else willing to watch whether Ralph will die a horrible death? I'm thinking he should just leave and let them kill each other, that way he might not be rich, but he can stay in his own country with his family and his soul is still clean. Michael
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