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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 01:10:44 -0400
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From:         April Young <young.569@OSU.EDU>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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I would like to remian on the list. Thanks!!!

April
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 01:05:35 EDT
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From:         LNg815 <LNg815@AOL.COM>
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I'm a real person, keep me on the list!

Thanks
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 01:26:23 EDT
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From:         DEB0603 <DEB0603@AOL.COM>
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Hi!
I'm a real person-  well, my students don't think so right about now--- but
I
really am.
PLEASE don't remove me from the list!
Deborah Myers (Deb0603@aol.com)
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 01:35:41 -0400
Reply-To:     "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
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From:         Kathy Brown <kbrown@TOOLCITY.NET>
Subject:      Private responses, please!! [Was: security issue]
In-Reply-To:
<Pine.OSF.3.96.980521130247.26215E-100000@copper.ucs.indiana.edu>
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Farah, lost in all of her spam mail, had a minor brain skip <g> and forgot
to clarify that all of these "security issue" posts should be sent to her
*privately* at her email, which was listed at the bottom of her post:

>Farah Meitzen Chisham
>fchisham@indiana.edu

Please, everyone, there are 300+ people on this list and I, for one, don't
want to get 300 "security issue" messages which I will just have to delete.
I just got back from a 10 day vacation and had 450 emails to sort through
(and I'm on DIGEST for LOISCLA!) -- and having to wade through this stuff
isn't helping me get it all processed!

We all love Farah and think she's doing a bang-up job managing this list.
So tell her -- privately! :)

Thanks,

Kathy

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Kathy Brown
kbrown@toolcity.net
<http://www.toolcity.net/~kbrown/>
KathyB on IRC
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 00:21:03 -0500
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From:         Brian Wilson <kaleljr@FLASH.NET>
Organization: Flashnet Communications
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Hello, my name is Brian Wilson, and I sometimes pass for a real person.
 Please keep me on this list.
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 08:15:12 +0200
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From:         Antoine Ossadzow <ossadzoa@ESIEE.FR>
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Subject:      Re: Superman's S
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Debby Stark wrote:

> At 07:58 PM 5/18/98 -1000, j-me wrote:
> >Question,
> >
> >I have always wondered what the 'S' on supermans chest actually stood
> >for.
>
> It's a little known fact that the "S" stands for Stanley, a Kryptonian
name
> denoting "works hard, smiles freely, good cook though can eat whatever he
> finds, can be manipulated, please try not to take advantage of the wearer
> because he does eventually catch on and he has easily makes friends who
back
> him up". Kryptonians (wherever they are) tend to name their offspring this
> way to help them out in life: parents psychically foresee what their kids
> will be like and give them fitting names. Neither the Kents nor "Clark"
knew
> this (and it is unknown if the New Kryptonians had the guts or time to
tell
> him) ("Wear that 'S' [pronounced 'hubba-hubba']

funny... I would've never thought that the Marsupilamies were kryptonian
born...

> proudly, Kal!"), but at
> times it seems that some Earthly criminals are well aware of it.
>
> For example, "Zara" means: "perfectionist, persistent, potential ruler
> material, not a "clothes horse" (or Kryptonian equivalent), has no clue
> about men but will eventually get her what she wants so watch out." And
> "Ching"?  Loyal, upstanding, excellent second lieutenant/banana material,
> appears two-faced but that's part of the disguise, stoic knows what he
wants
> and will get it but won't be pushy about it, broods a lot."
>
> However, there is no truth to the rumor that one warning definition about
> "-el" is "loses kids easily."
>
> Debby
> Debby@swcp.com
> who, having clearly worked too many
> overtime hours this week
> (and with too much email to read again),
> nonetheless tries to put in an appearance...

--
 *********************************************************
*    Antoine OSSADZOW     *       ossadzoa@esiee.fr        *
 **********************************************************
* http://www.esiee.fr/~ossadzoa * mail sent the 22 05 1998 *
 **********************************************************
*   Sur kobby : 06 69 25 97 45   *   poupov@hotmail.com    *
 **********************************************************
* A New York City judge ruled that if two women behind     *
* you at the movies insist on discussing the probable      *
* outcome of the film, you have the right to turn around   *
* and blow a Bronx cheer at them. %                        *
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&nbsp;

<P>Debby Stark wrote:
<BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE>At 07:58 PM 5/18/98 -1000, j-me wrote:
<BR>>Question,
<BR>>
<BR>>I have always wondered what the 'S' on supermans chest actually stood
<BR>>for.

<P>It's a little known fact that the "S" stands for Stanley, a Kryptonian
name
<BR>denoting "works hard, smiles freely, good cook though can eat whatever
he
<BR>finds, can be manipulated, please try not to take advantage of the
wearer
<BR>because he does eventually catch on and he has easily makes friends
who back
<BR>him up". Kryptonians (wherever they are) tend to name their offspring
this
<BR>way to help them out in life: parents psychically foresee what their
kids
<BR>will be like and give them fitting names. Neither the Kents nor "Clark"
knew
<BR>this (and it is unknown if the New Kryptonians had the guts or time
to tell
<BR>him) ("Wear that 'S' [pronounced 'hubba-hubba']</BLOCKQUOTE>
funny... I would've never thought that the Marsupilamies were kryptonian
born...&nbsp;
<BLOCKQUOTE TYPE=CITE>proudly, Kal!"), but at
<BR>times it seems that some Earthly criminals are well aware of it.

<P>For example, "Zara" means: "perfectionist, persistent, potential ruler
<BR>material, not a "clothes horse" (or Kryptonian equivalent), has no
clue
<BR>about men but will eventually get her what she wants so watch out."
And
<BR>"Ching"?&nbsp; Loyal, upstanding, excellent second lieutenant/banana
material,
<BR>appears two-faced but that's part of the disguise, stoic knows what
he wants
<BR>and will get it but won't be pushy about it, broods a lot."

<P>However, there is no truth to the rumor that one warning definition
about
<BR>"-el" is "loses kids easily."

<P>Debby
<BR>Debby@swcp.com
<BR>who, having clearly worked too many
<BR>overtime hours this week
<BR>(and with too much email to read again),
<BR>nonetheless tries to put in an appearance...</BLOCKQUOTE>
&nbsp;

<P>--
<BR><TT>&nbsp;*********************************************************</TT>
<BR><TT>*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; Antoine OSSADZOW&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
*&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
ossadzoa@esiee.fr&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *</TT>

<BR><TT>&nbsp;**********************************************************</TT>
<BR><TT>* <A HREF="http://www.esiee.fr/~ossadzoa">
http://www.esiee.fr/~ossadzoa</A> * mail sent the 22 05 1998 *</TT>

<BR><TT>&nbsp;**********************************************************</TT>
<BR><TT>*&nbsp;&nbsp; Sur kobby : 06 69 25 97 45&nbsp;&nbsp; *&nbsp;&nbsp;
poupov@hotmail.com&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp; *</TT>

<BR><TT>&nbsp;**********************************************************</TT>
<BR><TT>* A New York City judge ruled that if two women
behind&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
*</TT>
<BR><TT>* you at the movies insist on discussing the
probable&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
*</TT>
<BR><TT>* outcome of the film, you have the right to turn around&nbsp;&nbsp;
*</TT>
<BR><TT>* and blow a Bronx cheer at them.
%&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;&nbsp;
*</TT>

<BR><TT>&nbsp;**********************************************************</TT>
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 08:14:39 +0200
Reply-To:     "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic"
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From:         Martin Knutson <knutos@SWIPNET.SE>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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Hi thre Farah!
Im as real as you can get!!!  Please keep me on the list!!
Thanks and Bye!!

Farah Chisham skrev:

> It has come to my attention that there may be a slight security problem
> with this discussion group (not to you, but to my account),
>
> To ensure you remain on the list, please email me a short
> message that you are a real person and not an automatic
> subscriber.
>
> Sometimes, I will get a request to join by an automated "spam"
> server and to keep this from happening, Just take a second
> to email me a message that you wish to remain on the list.
>
> Those who do not respond within one week will be taken off the list.
>
> I just don't want unwanted mail in my inbox or any mail going to the list
> like "make-more-money" schemes.  Thanks for your co-operation!
>
> Farah Meitzen Chisham
> fchisham@indiana.edu

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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 16:41:08 +1000
Reply-To:     lizo@ozemail.com.au
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From:         Liz O <lizo@OZEMAIL.COM.AU>
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Hi

Thanks for the email. I definitely want to be kept on the list.

Liz
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 03:26:36 PDT
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From:         "Star0 ." <starstar0@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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I am real, and yes, please keep me on the list :)

Donna

______________________________________________________
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 04:07:29 -0700
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From:         super chick <supermansundies@MAILEXCITE.COM>
Organization: MailExcite  (http://www.mailexcite.com:80)
Subject:      security issue
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Im a real person.  I sent you a email but everyone else is sending it to the
list....so i thought i better
---
Supesy
http://www.geocities.com/TelevisonCity/Studio/2859/index.html

Free web-based email, Forever, From anywhere!
http://www.mailexcite.com
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 07:16:33 EDT
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From:         Larus2407 <Larus2407@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: security issue--only Farah needs to see the responses!
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In a message dated 98-05-22 07:09:16 EDT, you write:

<< but everyone else is sending it to the list....so i thought i better >>

PLEASE send responses to Farah at: fchisham@indiana.edu

I don't know if I can stand several hundred more bits of mail in my mailbox
that only Farah needs to see. :(

--Laurie
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 15:54:34 +0300
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From:         Zohar Gilboa <rami_gil@NETVISION.NET.IL>
Subject:      Leaving for a while
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Hi everyone!

I realised a while ago, that I don't read the list anymore. :-) I guess I
got a bit tired of it, and I also don't have enough time.

Anyway, just wanted to tell you all that I'm leaving and I'll be back in a
few weeks, somewhere inn the summer.

Anyway, bye for now!

Yeah, I know this is almost the same message as I sent to LOISCLA. I really
don't have time. :-)

Still loving L&C and FoLCness,

Zohar Gilboa
rami_gil@netvision.net.il
No quote now - couldn't think of one
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 11:48:52 EDT
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From:         IndiBlue <IndiBlue@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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Shoot...I gotta delurk.

Hi

Because I was a fool and did a quick delete of many unread messages, I did
not
catch the message re the security issue.  What seems to be the problem and
who
do we e-mail to prove our RL existence?  If this is the place, then I'm here
to tell ya...I am alive!

Thank you.  Thank you. No applause, please.

Layney

Ok...back to lurking.
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 16:20:01 EDT
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From:         Mar Brian <MarBrian@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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Hi Layney-

You have to email chisham@INDIANA.EDU (Farah Meitzen Chisham)
and tell them that your real :}
Hope this helps

Mar-
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 16:39:27 -0400
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From:         Ray Woodruff <datah@EPIX.NET>
Subject:      SoulMates Chronicles
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Hi everyone!

I have a question that I hope you can answer.  I have seen several
references to the SoulMates Chronicles mentioned not only on this list
but also on several web sites.  Could someone please tell me where I can
read them?

Thanks ever so much

Ray <datah@epix.net>
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 17:28:44 EDT
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From:         KampmeyerM <KampmeyerM@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Are we all Secure Now?
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I hadn't checked my mail in a few days... but this was a laugh a minute!
Granted, I know some of you are irritated at the security issue thingy, but
it
was a treat after a hectic work week to read of people pursuading us that
they
are indeed "REAL". Can't wait to read more testimonials...

Marie
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 17:50:01 EDT
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From:         IndiBlue <IndiBlue@AOL.COM>
Subject:      FoLC
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Looking over all of the many testimonials of REAL FoLCS and seeing their
die-
hard allegiance to LC, I was wondering...what brought you good (i assume)
people (i assume again) to the wonderful world of LC?  And why (as my family
asks me so very often) are you so absolutely head over heals with the show
and
its characters?

I, myself, saw the show while it was on ABC and fell first for the deep
dimples of Dean Cain.  Still, I only watched occassionally.  I did not
become
a bonafide FoLC until TNT had the good sense to rerun LC.  It was then that
I,
literally, dropped everything one day and flew (without a cape) to my local
electronics store and bought a VCR for the sole purpose of taping our
beloved
characters in action.

Seeing everyone type in dismay to keep them on the list, I was wondering
what
other FoLC tales might be. Hmmm...

Layney
indiblue@aol.com
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 16:54:53 -0500
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From:         Farah Chisham <fchisham@INDIANA.EDU>
Subject:      sorry :)
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I am so sorry and didn't mean to cause any panik.
This is a reasonably small list and I just wanted
to get rid of the the "junk" people that send me
trash through the list (I'ts hard to explain).
THanks for all the feed back@
luv, farah

> Shoot...I gotta delurk.
> Because I was a fool and did a quick delete of many unread messages, I did
not
> catch the message re the security issue.  What seems to be the problem and
who
> do we e-mail to prove our RL existence?  If this is the place, then I'm
here
> to tell ya...I am alive!
Farah Meitzen Chisham
fchisham@indiana.edu
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 18:05:00 EDT
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From:         Cricket071 <Cricket071@AOL.COM>
Subject:      subscribe and unsubscribe
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Hi Everyone,

I lost how to subscribe and unsubscribe to this list.  Would someone please
e-
mail me privately how to do so?  I want to unsubscribe from this address and
subscribe from another one.

Thank you in advance for your help.

Cricket071@aol.com  (Christine)
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 23:29:34 +0100
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From:         Angee Chaudhry <angee.chaudhry@WOOLACOMBE3.DEMON.CO.UK>
Subject:      Re: Virus warning!!!
Comments: To: shore@maui.net
In-Reply-To:  <355F40C1.4136C853@maui.net>
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In message <355F40C1.4136C853@maui.net>, Jamee Jones <shore@MAUI.NET>
writes
>Hi all!
>
>Below is a virus warning I recieved a couple of days ago from a friend.
>I don't know if it is okay to send this to the list, but since I have
>sent it out to all my email pals already 2 of them have thanked me up
>one side and down the other because they had the exact emails warned
>about in their box! So I'd feel bad if I didn't tell all of you too and
>something happened! :-(
>
>take care,
>j-me
>
>
>VIRUS WARNING
>
>MEMORANDUM
>DEPARTMENT OF EDUCATION
>SUBJECT:  ALERT FOR LAHAINA INTERMEDIATE
>
>If you recieve an e-mail titles"WIN A HOLIDAY" DO NOT I REPEAT DO NOT
>OPEN IT.
>It will erase everything on your hard drive.  Forward this letter out to
>as
>may people as you can.  This is a new, very malicious virus and not many
>
>people know about it.  This information was announced yesterday morning
>from
>microsoft; Also, do not open or even look at any mail that says
>"RETURNED or
>UNABLE TO DELIVER."  This virus will attach itself to your computer
>components
>and render them useless.  Immediately delete any mail items that say
>this.
>AOL stated:  "This is a very dangerous virus and that there is NO
>REPEAT  NO
>REMEDY for it at this time.

THANX FOR THE WARNING JAMEE,

THERE'S NOTHING WORSE THAN GETTING A VIRUS - I'VE HAD TOO MANY ALREADY
...... SO I WILL THANK YOU UP ONE SIDE AND DOWN THE OTHER AS WELL .....
THANKS AGAIN,

ANGEE CHAUDHRY

-- THAN
Angee Chaudhry
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 21:01:06 EDT
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From:         Lansbury 1 <Lansbury1@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: security issue
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Hi,

I am a real live person.

Annie Lansbury :)

Lansbury1@aol.com
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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 21:46:25 -0400
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This is the second of a series of fanfics that came out of an idea
by Laurie F.  She liked my Pre-Metropolis Clark stories (The
Rules, The Long Road, and The One) and thought this set would also
make a good story.

In order to fully understand this story, you need to read "Only
You:  If Only" if you have not already done so:)  It might also
help to have seen the episode "Tempus, Anyone?"

I acknowledge that I am just borrowing the characters created for
the television show  "Lois and Clark:  The New Adventures of
Superman."  However, the story and additional characters came from
the brain of myself and the people who are kind enough to proof my
work:)  It should be noted that in this story too, the British
spelling prevails:)

I would like to thank my proofers, Laurie F., Peace, Debby S.,
Lynda L. and Lauren W. for their input and support. Thanks too,
for the discussion on the fanfic list about career options:)

Words surrounded by * are emphasized.

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Previously in "Only You" Clark lost his parents at age ten and
bounced around a variety of foster homes.  Lana Lang knows the
secret of his spaceship origins and they have become close.  When
we last saw Clark he had just discovered a new skill.  He was
unsure whether or not he should tell Lana this latest development.

The saga continues:

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Only You:  Promise
by Margaret Brignell     February 1998  brignell@capitalnet.com
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Smallville, Kansas -- June 1984
*******************************

"You can....What?!"

"F-f-fly...."

Clark swallowed nervously to try to stop his stuttering.  This was
going even worse than he had thought it would on his flight back
>from the Grand Canyon.

During that flight he had come to the decision that he *had* to
tell Lana about this amazing new skill he had developed.  So,
after landing in a copse of trees just outside of town, he walked
to his current foster home and phoned Lana the minute he got in.
He didn't want to delay in following through with his decision, he
might not have the courage later on.  Besides, if he waited for
Lana to discover it on her own...no, he couldn't do that, it would
be too cruel.  Lana would feel betrayed if he didn't tell her
right away.

They agreed to meet in Mr. Irig's old barn just north of town, on
the southern edge of the Irig farm.  Clark had chosen it because
it was one place that had pleasant memories for the both of them.

However, despite the fact that he had told her as soon as he
could, she was standing in front of him, arms akimbo, and not
pleased...not pleased at all!  Clark wished the earth would just
swallow up his eighteen year-old body.   He'd avoided the pitfall
of not telling her soon enough, but she seemed just as upset about
the news he *was* telling her.  He repeated, "I c-can fly. It-it's
*wonderful*!"

"Wonderful?"  Lana stared at him. "Clark, do you *realize* what
this means?"  When he shrugged, she continued, "If anyone *sees*
you doing *that*, you'll be locked up and dissected like a frog!
You can't *do* it, *ever*.  It's too *dangerous*!"

Clark was confused.  He had been *sure* the idea of them not being
separated in September, when they both went to different colleges
thousands of miles apart, would please her.  What was the problem?

"B-but, Lana.  We'll be able to see each other whenever we want!
I thought that would make you happy."

"Clark, it would be wonderful, if we could."  Lana's stance
relaxed as she stepped forward, and brushing her hands across his
chest, she then wrapped her arms around his neck.  She said
softly, "But, we can't take that chance.  What if someone saw you?
I don't want them taking you away and locking you up.  Please,
Clark, promise me you won't ever fly again.  Please?"

Clark saw tears in her lashes.  She was trembling.  All the fears
that the two of them had discussed over the last eight years
whirled through Clark's mind.  He knew she was truly afraid for
him...for them.  He wished he could promise not to fly, but he
couldn't.

"I c-can't.  I can't j-just s-stop."

Clark swallowed.  He *had* to stop stuttering whenever he was
nervous.  It made him seem so indecisive.  He wasn't sure why he'd
developed this habit over the last year, but he wished it would
just *stop*.  The key thing right now was to help Lana understand
that this new skill was just another addition to the repertoire
she already knew about, like his heat vision and special hearing.
He couldn't just *stop*.

"It's a normal part of me!  Like running is for you."

"Yes, Clark.  But I don't *have* to run. I can walk...and so can
you. So promise me...please!"  She was looking into his eyes with
the pleading expression that he found so hard to resist.  But not
this time.  Although he had only just discovered he could fly
today, he knew--deep down-- that *this* was a fundamental part of
who he was.

He slowly loosened her hold on his neck and pushed her hands away
>from him.  "I c-can't Lana.  I just can't!"

"Clark!"  Lana had her hands on her hips again.  "Listen to me,
you *have* to!  It's the only way we can be sure you'll be safe."

Clark backed away from her.  He couldn't *not* fly.   He couldn't
promise not to.  It was impossible!

"I c-can't.  I-I'm s-sorry!"  He ran from her, out of the barn,
and as soon as he saw clear sky he jumped, pushing the mental
button that said "fly" and flew as fast as he could away from
Smallville.  One part of his mind heard Lana gasp as he took off,
but he squelched the memory of that and flew as far and as fast as
he could to get away from his latest problem.

His mind was in turmoil.  He *had* to fly, he just *had* to.  How
could he make Lana understand that?  The problem kept buzzing
around inside his head, until he finally realized that he was
somewhere in the mountains.  He had no idea which mountains.  They
all looked the same from this altitude.

He lost altitude slowly, until he saw a tumultuous river flowing
rapidly between two cliffs.  If he followed the river downstream,
he should eventually find civilization and be able to figure out
where he was.  He glided over the course of the river, admiring
the view.  If only Lana could see things from this perspective.

He knew he was on the right track when he saw a road running
parallel to the river.

Suddenly, he noticed an upside-down kayak was bouncing around in
the white water below a small waterfall.  Clark searched to find
the kayaker who must have been in the now empty craft.  At last,
he saw a man lying face-down on a rock in the middle of the rapids
just below the falls.  As he swooped down the turmoil of the
rapids sounded louder and louder.  The pine trees along the tip of
the shoreline cliffs loomed larger in his peripheral vision as he
dropped to stand beside the still figure on the rock.

"Are you okay?"   Clark could see the man was in pain.  There was
a broken paddle trapped in a crevice in the rock.  The man's life
vest and helmet were in place, but there was a large rip in his
yellow paddle jacket.

The trim, athletic-looking man groaned.  "Who?...How? How did you
get here?"

Clark didn't answer.  What could he say?  Clark noted that the man
was lying awkwardly and scanned his body.

"Your leg is broken.  It needs setting, or it might tear some of
your muscle."  Clark held the man by the foot, and watching the
process with his x-ray vision, gently pulled on the leg, snapping
the broken bone back into place.  The man passed out.

Clark was dismayed that he had caused the man so much pain, but on
the other hand, it would make it a lot easier for him to get the
man to dry land, without any awkward questions.  Clark removed the
man's life jacket and wrapped it around the injured leg as a
temporary splint, using the tie straps on the jacket to keep it in
place.

He picked up the man and flew him to the river bank nearest the
highway he had noticed from the air.  He lay the man at the side
of the road, so that anyone driving along would see him lying
there.  Clark hid behind some trees as soon as he heard a truck
coming down the mountain road.  There was a squeal of brakes and
two men jumped out of the truck.

"Geezus, what happened to this guy?  He's soaking wet, in a drybib
and paddle jacket--and he's got his life jacket wrapped around his
left leg!"

"Maybe he crawled up from the river after having an accident?"
The voice sounded sceptical.

"Rory, there's twenty-foot cliffs alongside the river. A guy in
this condition wouldn't be able to crawl up a cliff!"

Clark cringed.  He hadn't thought of how this would be explained
after the fact.  He had just been concerned about getting the man
some help and hadn't known where that would be.

The injured man groaned.

"Hey, man, are you okay?"  Rory asked.

The man roused himself to respond to the question.  "I...I don't
know. My leg is broken...I think.  He said it was, anyway."

"Who said it was?"

"The guy who set it.  Tall, dark-haired guy--he just appeared out
of nowhere."  The man groaned.

"Where did you fall?"

"Bill, stop interrogating the man.  We gotta get him to the
hospital."  Rory signalled Bill to hold the man's other side as
they lifted him into the cab of the truck.

"I-I missed the obvious signs for the waterfall and fell over it."
The man groaned in pain.  "I remember a big rock.  Then a man."

Rory obviously recognized the site of the man's accident because
he said, "Dead Man's Rock!  There couldn't have been no man.  It's
*impossible* for anyone to get to Dead Man's Rock from here.
Umpteen people have tried."

"There *was* a man."

"Man?  No, he must have been some kind of angel if he got you off
of Dead Man's Rock!"  Clark ducked behind a tree as the men
appeared to be scanning the nearby woods for signs of this
"angel."

Bill slammed the passenger door.  Rory ran around the front of the
truck, and pulling the driver's seat forward, squeezed into the
back of the truck cab.  Bill jumped into the driver's seat,
slammed the door behind him, started the engine and drove off
downhill.

Clark breathed a sigh of relief.  The men were too concerned to
look for the "angel" right now, but they would be looking for him
eventually.  It was really embarrassing being compared to an
angel.  He had only been trying to help, but *now* there were
people looking for someone with unearthly powers.  Lana was right.
He *had* to be more careful!

Lana!  He had ignored her warnings and run away from her, rather
than face facts.  He had to go back and try to make amends with
Lana for treating her like that.

                    *****

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Margaret Brignell
brignell@capitalnet.com
Ottawa, Canada
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Metropolis, New Troy -- June 1984
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Lois Lane was exultant!  She gazed in pride at the acceptance
letter she had received from *the* most prestigious journalism
school in Metropolis...in the *world* if it came to that.  They
wanted *her*--Lois Lane--to become a student there in September.
Not just *any* student, but as a Kerth scholar.  At seventeen, the
*youngest* Kerth scholar in the history of the University of
Metropolis Journalism School.  Daddy would be *so* proud!

Lois had applied to be a Kerth scholar but had not really thought
she would be eligible.  After all, only the brightest and the best
were enrolled as Kerth scholars.  The scholarship funds were not
huge, but would cover tuition, and basic textbook and lab fees.

Daddy was willing to pay her tuition fees, whether or not she won
the scholarship.  Mom, on the other hand...,  Lois sighed and
folded the letter, carefully inserting it back in its envelope.
Mom was not enthusiastic about Lois' career choice.  Then again,
Mom was never very enthusiastic about anything...except maybe the
idea that her daughters would marry rich and powerful men.

Sometimes Lois wondered if it wouldn't have been better if her
mother and father had just split up.  They didn't seem happy and
both she and Lucy suspected their parents were staying together
"for the children."   Lois was determined to *never* have *that*
kind of relationship with a man.

She heard the front door open and close, and then the sounds her
father normally made as he put down his medical kit and took off
his coat.  She snatched up the U. of Metropolis envelope and ran
downstairs to meet him.

"Daddy!  Guess what!"  She ran into his arms and kissed his cheek.

"What,  Princess?"

"I'm accepted!  I'm a *Kerth* scholar!  Isn't that *wonderful*?"
Lois could hardly contain her excitement.

Dr. Lane's face brightened into a semblance of a smile.  "That
*is* wonderful. Princess."

Lois wondered what was wrong.  He should be more enthusiastic than
this.

"Daddy?  Is something wrong?"

"Wrong?  No, nothing is wrong."  Her father turned away from her
to hang his coat in the closet.

Lois had that helpless feeling she'd been feeling since early
childhood when she had realized that her parents didn't love each
other and that they probably didn't love *her*, either.  Whatever
support they gave her was primarily for show...so they would
appear to be the perfect parents to acquaintances and strangers.
They didn't have close friends, and as for their relatives...well,
the less said the better.  Some days she wondered if she wouldn't
have been better off as an orphan.

After hanging up his coat, her father turned back to face
her...looking over her head to avoid looking her in the eye as he
said, "Princess, I *am* proud of you.  It's difficult to get that
kind of award.  It's just that I was hoping you'd follow me into
one of the health care professions."   He moved into the living
room and sat down, rather heavily, on the sofa.  "But, I'll
support you in whatever career you choose.  You know that."  He
picked up the newspaper and started leafing through it from back
to front.

Lois felt lost.  She had been *so* sure Daddy would be as
enthusiastic about this as she was.  But, he was giving her the
same kind of speech she got from her Mom.   Slowly an insidious
thought crept into her mind.  Mom had been here when the mail
arrived before Lois got home.  Maybe Mom had realized what a
letter from the Journalism School at the University of Metropolis
meant, phoned Dad and told him the news and had told him she
didn't want him encouraging his daughter into *that* kind of
career.  It wasn't respectable...and how did he expect his
daughter to marry well if she was constantly traipsing all over
the city asking awkward questions?   Lois was ready to spit at
just the very idea of her mother's interference.  But, the more
she thought about it the more it seemed possible.

She was mad but she couldn't prove anything.  They would never
admit it.  She sighed, said "Thank you, Daddy."  Then, turning
around, slowly walked upstairs and carefully put the letter in her
'memory' box.

She had kept her 'memory' box ever since the time that Timmy Neer
had given her that special pebble he'd picked up on a beach in
Florida while he was on vacation...a shiny green pebble, almost
like an emerald, only round and smooth.    The 'memory' box was a
memory in and of itself.  It was about the size and shape of a
shoe box, but made out of thin cedar plywood.  The top slid out
like an old-fashioned pencil box.  It had originally contained the
black-and-white teddy bear her Uncle Phil had sent to her for her
third birthday while he was away on one of his trips in foreign
lands.  She loved the box almost as much as she had loved the
bear.  The box smelled so nice.  As a result she had kept the box
safe in the back of her closet until she discovered the *true*
purpose for the box when she was six years old and placed that
bright green pebble into it.  She later realized that when she'd
called it her 'memory' box she had really meant 'memento,' but her
original name for it had stuck and she still thought of it that
way over ten years later.

After getting Timmy's pebble, she had put any new item that meant
something special to her into her 'memory' box. She wasn't sure
why.  Maybe so, sometime in the future, she'd have something to
show grandchildren...although she couldn't really visualize being
married and having children.  It sounded so...suburban...so like
her parents.  Lois knew...had known since she was small...that she
was *not* cut out to live like that.  She wanted to live in the
heart of the city.  She wanted to be where the action was.

Unfortunately, her parents were adamant that the only safe place
to bring up children was in the suburbs.  So the Lanes had lived
in the suburbs all of Lois' life.  However, working at her summer
job downtown had confirmed Lois' impression that she wanted to
live in the city itself.  She *knew* that the city was the right
place for her, it filled some kind of void in her soul.

Her thoughts were interrupted by a phone call from Steve Farber
asking her out for a soda and movie that evening.  She agreed.  It
would be better than sitting at home listening to Mom complain
about her career choice and Daddy complying with Mom's every word
to keep the peace...between themselves, not with her.

She changed into her new jeans and Calvin Klein T with the large,
monogrammed logo in gold paint splashed across the front, and ran
down to the kitchen.  Mom was pleased that she had a date with
that "nice Steve boy." Translated, this meant that Mom approved of
Steve's parents and thought them sufficiently wealthy and powerful
to be acceptable as potential in-laws.  Lois rolled her eyes.  She
wasn't going out with Steve's parents, for crying out loud, she
was going out with Steve!

                         *****

Just as the Lanes finished dinner, she heard Steve honk the car
horn, ran out of the house and hopped into his sporty car.  They
went to see "The Terminator" because Steve wanted to.
Afterwards, they drove out to the secluded park at the end of
Devil's Point to look at the view--another of Steve's
"assumptions" about what she wanted.  Lois was getting a little
tired of his assumptions about her and what she would want to do.

She and Steve had been dating off and on for the last few months.
At first Steve's dates had been fun and he seemed genuinely
interested in her and her plans for a career in journalism.
However, lately she had the impression that his interest in her
plans was artificial and he lived for the here and now, rather
than the future.

When he had called earlier she had jumped at the chance to escape
the problems she was having at home, completely disregarding the
fact that she had begun to find Steve a tad boring to be with.
His choice of movie tonight had confirmed that their interests
were completely different.  Now they were at Devil's Point, the
local hangout for necking couples.  However, tonight there were no
other cars in sight.  She knew she should have insisted that they
just go back to her place.  She was now so peeved at Steve for
making yet another assumption about her that whatever interest she
might ever have had in him was *gone*.

While she was thinking about how to tell Steve she never wanted to
see him again, he was using a yawn as an excuse to put his arm
around her shoulder.  Lois was so busy trying to work out how to
tell Steve they were through, that she didn't notice where Steve
was heading until he was starting to grope her in places she
hadn't been touched by anyone but her doctor or her Mom, ever.
She wasn't ready for this!  He roughly pulled her towards him and
started to straddle her.  As she realized what he was trying to
do, her brain froze for a few seconds.

She had not been in the mood for necking and was *definitely* not
in the mood for what Steve obviously had in mind.  This could
*not* be happening.  It couldn't!  She struggled without any
perceptible success.  She finally kicked her way free, and
wrenching the door handle open behind her, grabbed her purse and
fell out of the car onto the grassy area where they were parked.

"Lois.  Come on!  You know you *want* it!"

Lois rolled over and stood up, tucking her t-shirt back into her
jeans.  She glowered at him.  "Of all the self-centred,
egocentric, pigheaded, obtuse, narcissistic, self-absorbed,
idiotic...."  She ran out of adjectives.  Turning on her heel she
started to stalk off in the direction of the highway back to
Metropolis.

She heard scrambling sounds and the next thing she knew Steve had
her in a tight hold from behind.  "Now, Lois, stop being difficult
and...Oof!"

Lois had managed to wiggle enough space to turn so that she could
knee him where it hurt.  She spun out of his loosened arms and
gave him a kick in the solar plexus; it knocked the air out of
him.  Those martial arts classes she had insisted on, and Mom had
finally capitulated into letting her take, were certainly coming
in handy now.

She picked up her purse, which she had dropped during that last
kick, and slipped the strap on her shoulder.  She again started
off in the direction of the highway, this time without any
interference from Steve.

Once she got to the highway she realized she was way too far out
of town to try to walk to the nearest Metro station.  She stuck
out her thumb.   No-one stopped.  Nobody even slowed down.  Lois
sighed.  Ever since the President and Vice-President of the United
States had been assassinated by an as yet unidentified
perpetrator, two years ago, people were so wary.  It was as if
their faith in everything and everybody had been shattered.

She heard the sound of a motor coming from the point.  Steve!  Oh,
shoot, she couldn't let him find her here.  She looked around her.
There was a nice grouping of large trees just twenty feet to the
right.  She sprinted to the nearest tree and crouched behind it so
that anyone on the highway would not be able to see her.  She
heard Steve's car *slowly* turn onto the highway and *slowly*
drive past the grove of trees she was hiding in.  She braved a
quick peek and saw him peering into the bushes on the other side
of the road.  She ducked back behind the tree, almost afraid to
breathe.   Then she heard the car continue down the highway, and
soon she wasn't able to hear the engine at all.

She waited a few minutes until she was pretty sure that Steve
wasn't going to turn back, then went out the highway and stuck out
her thumb again when a few cars appeared around the curve to the
left.  No one stopped this time either.

After about ten minutes she came to the conclusion that she wasn't
going to have any choice but to walk to the nearest subway station
or try to find a phone on the way.  Just then a car actually
slowed and stopped.

The driver leaned over and rolled down the passenger window.

"Lois?  What on earth are you doing way out here?  You could get
into trouble!"

"Oh, Mr. White.  Thank you so much for stopping.  Could you give
me a ride to the nearest Metro station?  I need to get home."

Mr. White opened the passenger door and waved her in.  As he
started the engine again, he asked, "What happened to your ride
out here?"

Lois blushed.  "Well, there was this guy..."

"...and he thought you would be more amenable to his charms if he
'ran out of gas'?"  Mr. White picked up speed as he headed back
towards Metropolis.

"Yeah.  You could say that."

"I take it he's licking his wounds as we speak."

Lois swallowed and just nodded.

Mr. White took this as an answer and turned his attention back to
the road.

"So, Lois, will we be seeing you back at the Planet this year?"

"Definitely!"  Lois' mood brightened considerably.  She had worked
at the Planet last summer in the mail room, but *this* year she
had managed to get a job as a personal assistant (formally known
as "copy boy") in one of the newsrooms.  It wasn't Mr. White's
section, he handled the *real* investigative news, but it was a
step closer to becoming a journalist.  "Mr. Whitney says I'll be
working as a personal assistant to Catherine Grant in the
Entertainment News unit."

"Cat Grant is one of the best--particularly, for nosing out dark
secrets.  Especially when people don't want to have their secrets
revealed."

Lois grinned at this assessment.  Working in the mail room had its
benefits, like meeting all the reporters and editors at the
Planet.  So she knew by reputation which ones were good and which
were not so good.  "I know.  That's why I'm looking forward to
working with her.  I think I can learn a lot from her."

"You bet your...er...yes, you will."

"I found out today that I've won a Kerth Scholarship to Metro
Journalism."  Lois said tentatively, almost afraid that he would
react the same way her father had and downplay her news.

"Well,  I'll be!  Isn't that wonderful!"  Mr. White slapped the
steering wheel and sounded *really* pleased.  "They don't give
those out to just anybody.  You've got promise, young lady.  You
just work hard at your studies and you'll do just fine."

"I will."  Lois felt happy.  Finally, someone saw her achievement
for what it was.

"Now, whereabouts do you live?"

"Mr. White!  You don't have to drive me all the way home, I can
take the subway."

"And take the chance of losing one of the most promising news
hounds in the business?  Not a chance."   Mr. White grinned at
her.

She smiled, delighted at his support of her career choice and gave
him the directions to her home in Harmony Heights.  Within minutes
Mr. White drew up in front of Lois' house.

She opened the passenger door, and after thanking him profusely
walked up the front walk to the white, clapboard, two-storey house
she had lived in all her life.  As she got to the door she waved
at Mr. White to let him know she was going to be okay and watched
him drive away.

The door was wrenched open from within.  Her mother was standing
in the front hall, drink in hand, looking not at all pleased.

"Lois!  What on earth do you think you're doing?  I just got a
call from Steve's mother saying you *attacked* him for no reason.
He's got bruises where you kicked him.  Explain yourself, young
lady..."  Her mother looked off in the direction of the receding
car. "...and who drove you home?"

"What! *Mom*!  Steve tried to *rape* me!  I did what I had to and
got away.  I hitched a ride home."

"Hitched a ride!  Are you crazy!  You know there are all kinds of
weirdos out there!  Why couldn't you just let Steve drive you
home?"

Lois inhaled in a vain attempt to control her temper.  "Mom!  I
told you!  Steve tried to *rape* me...there is no way on this
earth that I am going to get in the same car as him again!  And
everyone out there thought *I* was one of those weirdos, so the
only person who would stop was someone I knew."

"Who?"

"Mr. White, he works at the Planet.  He drove me home so he would
know I was okay."

"Lois, how could you!?  What am I going to say to Steve's mother?
She's so annoyed with your behaviour...she'll never forgive us!"

"Mom!  I don't *care* what Mrs. Farber thinks!   Her son tried to
rape me and I defended myself...end of story.  I'm going to take a
shower and go to bed.  Good night!"   Lois stomped past her mother
and up the stairs.

Parents!

                    *****

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Smallville, Kansas -- June 1984
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Clark floated down into the copse of trees behind the old Irig
barn.  He walked home and phoned Lana.

"Lana, I'm sorry I took off like that.  You were right.  Can we
talk?"

She paused for a few seconds then said, "Okay.  I'll pick you up
in ten minutes."

Lana's father had given her a small sports car as her graduation
present.  She pulled up in front of Clark's current home in the
time allotted.   As he got into the car's passenger seat, Clark's
conscience twinged.  He could see she had been crying.

They drove in silence until they got to their favourite remote
spot, just past Siegel Knoll.

"Are you okay?"

"Clark, you had me *so* scared.  I thought you weren't going to
come ba-a-ck!"

Lana's voice cracked.  Clark put his arm around her and gave her a
gentle hug.

"What made you think I wouldn't come back?"

Lana didn't reply.  Tears coursed down her cheeks and she appeared
to be struggling for control.  Clark tightened his hug and stroked
her hair.  Eventually Lana seemed to gain some control over her
emotions, pulled a tissue out of her purse, wiped the tears from
her cheeks and blew her nose.

"I guess because you can f-f-fly.  I thought you wouldn't want me
any more."

"But, I did come back.  I'm sorry I upset you.  Honest."  Clark
brushed her hair away from her face.  "I guess I find this all so
overwhelming, and you're the *only* person I can talk it over
with."  He caressed her tear-stained cheek, brushing away tear she
had missed, with his thumb.  "I wish I didn't have to put this
burden on you too."

Lana sniffed quietly.  "It's okay, Clark.  I guess I just want
things to be the way they were.  This...this *flying* thing.  It's
scary."

"I know."  He stroked her hair.

"It makes it so much easier for people to see you're *different*.
I mean with the Special hearing and seeing, only *you* know about
that.  But *flying*...if anyone saw you do that...they'd come and
t-t-take you aw-w-way!"  Tears flowed down Lana's cheeks again.

Clark gently wiped the tears away.  "Lana.  I know I have to be
careful with this flying thing.  Even if no-one sees me, it still
could be hard to explain."

Clark saw a slow dawning of realization cross Lana's face.  "It
was *you*!"  Lana pulled away from him and stared into his eyes.
"On the news!  There was a guy in Colorado who was saved from
drowning by 'an angel.'  The doctors put it down to the concussion
he got when he fell out of his kayak...but, they still couldn't
explain how the man got from the middle of the river to the side
of the road and how his broken leg had been set.  It was *you*,
wasn't it?"

Clark nodded.   "No one saw me.  But when the men who stopped to
help the injured man started wondering about how he got
there...that's when I knew you were right.  I can't fly...but...I
*have* to fly--it's a part of me.  I don't know what to do."

"You can't just forget all about it?"

"No, it's like breathing.  It's just *there*.  I think I could
train to become more expert at it...sort of like a runner trains
to breathe more efficiently...but I can't *not* do it."

"Then *don't* become more efficient at it.  Using it is
dangerous!"

"I know, but if I hadn't been there today that man would have
*drowned*.  I saved his life.  I can't *not* help."

"Clark...one man can't do everything...no matter what powers he
has.  There are things that you don't have control over that make
it impossible.  Promise me you'll not fly.  Promise me you'll be
*careful*."  Lana had that pleading look on her face again.

"I promise to be careful."

Lana waited for the other half of the promise.  "And...the
flying?"

"Lana, I can't promise *that*!  It's impossible."   Clark covered
his face with his hands and rested his elbows on his knees.  "I
*have* to fly.  You *have* to understand."

Lana stroked his hair and gently pulled his hands away from his
face.  "It's okay, Clark.  I know you'll try really hard to be
careful.  Just promise me you'll only fly when no one can see you.
Promise me."

"I promise."

Lana leaned forward and kissed him on the lips, then the corner of
his mouth and worked her way up with tiny kisses to his earlobe.
Breathing softly into his ear she whispered, "Make love to me,
Clark."

She seemed to have forgiven and accepted this new change in him.
How could he deny her anything?

                    *****

A month later, Lana went away for a week with her parents.  They
were visiting Metropolis to find Lana a small apartment to live in
while she was attending the Metropolis Polytechnic Journalism
School.

Meanwhile, Clark was pondering his own housing problems.  Back in
February, when he officially turned eighteen, Ms. Chalmers had
informed him that once he graduated from high school he would no
longer be a ward of the County.  He talked to Dad's lawyer about
taking over the farm.  However, Mr. Lawson had informed him that,
under the stipulation in the Kents' will, he couldn't inherit the
Kent farm until he was 21 years old.  Clark understood that his
parents had expected to be there until he finished school, and
hadn't realized how this condition would affect him if they
couldn't be there.

He had avoided the implication that he would be homeless when he
graduated from high school.  Now his problem was getting more
critical.  Fortunately, for the period after high school, his
final foster parents had kindly offered to have him stay on as a
boarder for the balance of the summer.   They only asked that he
help out with the chores and contribute to the food bills.  This
would tide him over until September.  After that they were going
to retire to a warmer climate.  As a result, come September he
would be without any permanent residence.

Last Friday, Clark had received his registration package from the
University of Kansas at Lawrence.  Part of the process was to
apply for accommodation.  He didn't know what to do.  He was
pretty sure he still floated in his sleep, which would be kind of
hard to hide from any roommate(s); but he didn't have enough funds
to get a private room.  He *had* to have a place to sleep alone!

Last fall he had thought he would be able to live with his foster
parents and commute to Lawrence; but, when he received the news
about his change of status with the county, that hope was
shattered.  He had been trying to come up with a solution to this
problem for the past five months, without success.

During his conversation with Mr. Lawson, he had asked if he could
get an advance on his inheritance for educational purposes.  Mr.
Lawson told him that he could get some funds--for tuition and
books--but not for accommodation.  Since Clark already had a
scholarship he'd won earlier in the spring covering tuition, he
was only able to get advance funding for books.  It would help,
but it wouldn't resolve his accommodation problem.  The money he
would make working for Mr. Kratz at the Smallville Press this
summer would barely cover the cost of the cheapest accommodation
available--sharing with nine other people.  Not having to pay for
books might mean he would be able to get fewer room-mates, but it
would not get him a private room.  He *had* to find another
solution.

                    *****

Clark decided his best way of finding another solution was to pay
a visit to the Lawrence campus and see if there were other
alternatives he could take advantage of.  Tuesday he borrowed his
foster parent's second car and drove to Lawrence.

By ten o'clock Clark was walking up Jayhawk Boulevard from the
Union building, gazing at the Collegiate Gothic and Romanesque
Style buildings gracing both sides of the street.  This was such a
beautiful campus.  He sat on a bench near Watson Library and
watched some squirrels cavort along the tree-lined boulevard.
After a few minutes, he got up and walked slowly through the
campus towards the admin office for Journalism, savouring the
sounds and sights around him.  He was glad he was coming here to
journalism school.

He found Stauffer-Flint Hall and stood in front of the newly
renovated building for a few minutes.  This was where he would be
taking his journalism classes.  Clark could hardly wait!

As he entered the building, to find the Journalism School office
to pick up paperwork needed before heading over the Registrar's
office, a  campanile sounded the quarter of the hour.  He was
really looking forward to hearing that melodic sound on a regular
basis in September.

Once he had his official acceptance papers in hand, it took Clark
a few minutes to find the registrar's office in Strong Hall,
across the street.  Upon entering the Registrar's Office, he
discovered he wasn't the only one in search of accommodation.
The staff were looking a little harried at all the extra workload
generated by the distribution of the registration kits.

When it came time for him to make his request, he'd come up with
what he thought was a good excuse for needing private
accommodation.  He was a light sleeper (he tried to keep in mind
that floating was a form of lightness, so he didn't feel like he
was telling a lie) and he was afraid he wouldn't get any sleep if
he had to share sleeping quarters (mostly because he'd be afraid
to fall asleep in the presence of others).  He had no problem with
sharing other facilities...but he needed to be able to *sleep*
alone.

The woman who was helping him was sympathetic but reiterated that
with his budget he would have to share his sleeping quarters with
at least three others.

Clark swallowed.  Maybe he'd have to withdraw his application
until he could afford better accommodation. "That's the only
option I have?"

"Well, if you're willing to share with someone who is handicapped,
and help them as needed, you could get a room for only the two of
you."

"What kind of help?"

"Let me see."  The woman walked over to a desk on the right and
pulled a couple of file folders from the In basket.  She read
through the files as she came back to the counter.

"Well, we have one student who is quadriplegic.  He would need
extensive physical help.  He's even willing to pay all of the
accommodation costs for that help.  That might suit you."  She
closed the file and dropped it on the counter.  "The other one
would not be able to pay for your accommodation costs, but would
not need as much help from you."

"What's his handicap?"  Clark's hopes had risen.  He had been able
to read the information, upside-down to him, in the file.

"He's blind."

"What kind of help would he need?"

"Mostly, orientation during the first few days of school,
transcribing some notes from tape, and reading aloud those texts
that he cannot get in Braille.  There might be some other things.
You could ask him."

"I think I'd like to talk to him, ma'am.  How do I get in touch?"

She said, "I'll get him to call you."

Clark wrote his name and his foster parent's phone number on a
slip of paper and gave the slip to the registration clerk.

The clerk took the slip of paper and clipped it to the front of
the file, acknowledging it's receipt,  "Thank you.  Will you be at
this number this evening?"  She continued when Clark nodded, "The
student's name is Timothy Neer.  I'll have him call you after 6
p.m."

Clark noted this information on the envelope of his registration
package.  "Thank you for all your help."

"Well, if it doesn't work out, there's always the other student."

"Thanks."

Clark left the office and headed out of the building again.  He
*really* hoped this worked out.  A man who was blind wouldn't see
the way Clark shaved or if he floated in his sleep.  It would be
*perfect*.  He didn't mind helping the man--he *liked* helping
people.  It seemed to be part of who he was.

Clark left Strong Hall and headed towards the parking lot on the
lower level behind the Union Building.

He drove the car out of the parking lot, towards downtown
Lawrence.  He wanted to see what was there, and maybe get a bite
to eat.  Hope always made him hungry.

He turned at 9th, since it looked as if it would most definitely
be a through street, driving through residential neighbourhood and
then, after passing the offices of the gas and electric company on
the right, started to see some stores on both sides of the street.
When he came to the intersection at Mass Street he knew he had hit
the "main street" since there was significantly more traffic and
the number of businesses was high.  He looked up and down the
street and saw that the street ended at the river three blocks to
his left.  He decided to head in that direction to see what there
was for sources of food. In the second block he found the Paradise
Cafe and parked in front of the restaurant.  He had a burger with
all the fixings, large fries and a large Coke to wash it all down
with.  He followed this up with a great piece of apple pie.  He'd
have to remember this place.

After filling his hunger gap, he decided to leave the car where it
was and set off walking to see what else he could find out about
the city.

He walked past a book store, two pizza places, a variety store and
the court house before coming to a park six blocks from where he
had parked.  He crossed the street at 14th and went in to J.
Hood's Booksellers.  Now *this* was a place he wanted to revisit
when he had money to spend.  He spent almost three quarters of an
hour in the bookstore just browsing.  When he finally had finished
his tour of the bookstore he continued his walk back up Mass
Street towards his car.  A music store caught his eye but since he
didn't have any spare money, didn't own a boom box, and his foster
parents would be taking their turntable with them when they left,
he figured he would be wasting his time and continued walking.  As
he was passing Dean's Half Price Books he noticed a "Help Wanted"
sign in the window.  He went in to ask about the job.

"Okay, it'd be filling shelves, hefting boxes and occasionally
tending the cash drawer when we're busy...mostly that would be in
the first three weeks of school.  After that you'd mostly be
stocking the shelves.  You look strong enough to handle the job."

"How much is the pay?"

"Minimum...but you get a 50% discount on texts and 10% off any
other books you buy here."

"How many hours a week?"

"Twenty during the first month, ten after that."

"When would you like me to start?"

"A week before classes suit you?"

"Yes, that would be fine."  He shook hands with the owner and
followed him into the back office to fill in an application for
the files and a W4 for tax deductions.

Clark was on top of the world.  He had a part-time job once he was
finished working for Mr. Kratz.  It looked like his accommodation
problem might be solved if Timothy Neer called tonight and they
got along.  Lana would be home by Friday.  He was a lucky man.

                    *****

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Tim Neer had a nice telephone voice.  In just a few short minutes
Clark felt as if they could be friends.   Tim was pleased to have
Clark as his roommate and outlined in a little more detail what he
would need help with.

As the woman in the registrar's office had summarized, this mostly
consisted of escorting Tim wherever he went for the first week or
so of school until he got his bearings.  Clark explained about his
part-time job.  Tim told him not to worry.  He didn't need leading
around *all* the time, just into new areas.  They might have to
make some furniture changes in the room to help him out, but other
than that there should be no problem.

By the time the conversation was over, Clark was feeling more and
more comfortable with this arrangement.  It looked like his only
problem now would be studying and passing his year.  Humming,
Clark went into the kitchen and told Mr. and Mrs. Willoughby the
good news.  They were so pleased.  They had been worried about
what would happen to him once they retired to Florida.

                    *****

By the end of October, Clark was even happier about his life than
he ever thought he could be.  Tim was a great friend.  His part-
time job at the bookstore was not only a great place to meet
people and find books, but he was earning a little extra cash so
he could occasionally join in the get-togethers with the other
students.  Best of all, Lana wrote to him regularly telling him
how much she missed him.

Unfortunately, the main reason Lana missed him was because she did
*not* like journalism school.  She found the people in her class
to be so career-oriented they were a bore.  None of them cared
about how they looked, or what the brand of their clothes were or
*anything*.  Although, it could have been worse, she heard the
people over at U. of Metropolis were even more snobbish.  She
wanted to just finish and get it over with.  She wanted to
graduate and start earning money.  Then they could be married, and
everything would be perfect.

Clark, on the other hand, was *loving* journalism school.  He took
to it like a duck to water.  He made friends quickly and easily.
He had never been so happy.  His only problem was that he had to
hide who he really was.  It bothered him that he couldn't be truly
open and honest with his new friends...especially Tim.  He
desperately wanted to tell Tim the whole truth, but after seeing
what this had done to Lana he couldn't put that burden on his
newly found friend.

At Christmas, he was invited to stay with several of his new
friends for the holidays, but he decided to accept the invitation
>from Lana's parents.   He wanted to be able to talk to someone who
knew all about him.  Also, in the Lang household, he knew he would
be put up in the guest room so he wouldn't have to fear her
parents seeing him float in his sleep.  Her parents were strict
about the two of them not sleeping together while under their
roof.

                    *****

He arrived at the Lang's about a half hour before Lana and her
father were due to arrive from the airport.  His first sight of
Lana as she got out of the car was a shock.

She had bleached her hair *blond*!  Heaven only knew why.  He
wondered how much trouble he would be in if he asked.

He didn't have to ask.  Almost the first words out of Lana's mouth
were, "I got tired of being a redhead.  I decided to be a blond--
it gives me more options when choosing clothes.  Besides, blonds
show up better on camera."

"Ah, well that's great.  It's so good to see you."  Clark hugged
her, but felt her stiffen a little in his embrace.  He wondered
what was wrong.

Mrs. Lang led the party into the house and suggested that they all
have cocktails before sitting down to dinner.  Lana downed two
vodka martinis very quickly and asked for a third.  Clark was
worried about Lana.  She never drank to excess.  What was going on
here?

Lana continued to drink.  She had the third cocktail and then
gulped both red and white wine throughout dinner.

Several times Mrs. Lang protested, "Lana, what's wrong with you?
We have company.  Behave yourself!"  Lana made no response.  Each
time she was reprimanded, she just took the nearest bottle of wine
in both hands and filled her glass with infinite care so as not to
spill a drop.  After the third time, Mr. Lang took the bottles
>from the table and put them on the sideboard.

Clark was really concerned.  "Lana, honey, maybe you should go
upstairs and get some rest?"

Lana's only response was to say solemnly and distinctly, "Don't be
silly.  I'm fine."  She spoiled the effect by hiccoughing and
taking another swig from her wineglass.

By the time they were at the dessert and coffee stage, Lana was
definitely feeling the effects of the variety of liquors she had
consumed.  She spilled cake and icing down the front of her dress
and slopped coffee on the damask table cloth.  She seemed to find
both of these events extremely funny.  This was totally unlike
Lana, Clark thought.  She was usually such a neat freak.

As they left the dining room, she stumbled into the table and two
of the chairs.  Clark tried to support her by the elbow, but she
shook his hand away.

She clung to the doorframe for a few seconds on her way into the
living room.  Then, on entering the room, she walked directly into
the back of the sofa, as if she hadn't expected it to be there.
She giggled drunkenly as she blundered around the sofa.  She
almost fell into the rubber plant beside the fireplace, then,
reeling towards the centre of the room, she concluded her
stumbling journey by falling face down on the deep-pile carpet in
front of the hearth.

"Lana!  Get up this minute!"  Mrs. Lang stood, gripping the back
of one of wingback chairs, horrified at the sight of her daughter
lying in a drunken state on her best carpet.

"Now, Madeleine, the girl's in no condition to listen to you,"
said Mr. Lang.  "Why don't you clear the table and make us all
some coffee.  I'm sure Clark would like some coffee after he takes
Lana upstairs.  Wouldn't you, Clark?"

Clark was kneeling beside Lana on the carpet as he nodded his
agreement.  Lana roused slightly as he picked her up.  She
alternately hiccoughed and giggled into his shoulder.

Clark was seriously worried about Lana.  She *never* got drunk.
She liked being in control too much.

She passed out again with her head resting on his shoulder.  He
carried her limp form upstairs and into her bedroom.

On the way upstairs she came round with a small groan and started
to snuggle against him, nibbling at his neck.  As he placed her on
her bed, Lana tried to pull him into bed with her.  When he
resisted, she started to cry.

"Lana, what is it? What's wrong?"

"I'm...gonna throw up."

Clark quickly picked her up again and got her to the bathroom--
just in time.  After she was finished relieving herself of the
dinner and drinks she had consumed less than half an hour ago, he
helped clean her up and carried her back into her bedroom.

She was still hiccoughing slightly as he put her back on the bed.

"Lana.  What is it?  I'm really worried.  You *never* do this sort
of thing."  He sat on the side of the bed and held her close.

He heard her swallow another hiccough.  "I th-th-think I'm
pregnan'."  She sobbed into his sleeve.

Clark was stunned.  They had both always used protection.  How
could this be?

He stroked her hair, trying to comfort her.  "Lana, it's okay.  We
were going to get married, anyway.  It'll just be a little sooner,
that's all."

Lana's sobs increased.  "Clark!  You don' wanna do that."  She
raised her head.  Her pale face was tear-stained, her eyes wide.
"Ish not yours."

Clark felt the blood drain from his face.  "N-n-not mine?"

"Oh, please Clark...d-d-don't be m-m-mad,"  She whimpered.  "I was
so l-l-lonely for you and thish one night I...I... had a few
drinks and thish guy was so much like you and...and...."  Her eyes
glazed over.  "I wanted you *so* badly."  She covered her mouth
and nose with her fingers and giggled.

"Lana, you only had to call.  I would have come.  You *know* I
would."  He tried to keep the edge out of his voice.

Lana continued, as if he hadn't spoken.  "I was so *miserable*.
My teacher told me I'd n-n-never make a decent journalist."  Lana
made a noise that sounded like a cross between a sob and a
hiccough, "...And Claude was so nice and had thish really sexy
French accent and I...I.... "   She was crying drunkenly again.

Clark was still numb from the news.  He went into reporter mode,
asking all the "right" questions.

"Have you seen a doctor?"

Lana shook her head, then groaned and held her temples with her
fingertips.  "I don't *want* to see a doctor.  They'll tell me I'm
pregnant!  I don't *want* to be pregnant!"

"How long ago was it that...?"

She giggled foolishly and tried to pull him down to the bed by his
tie.  He loosened her grip on his tie and repeated the question,
twice, before she answered, "November...s-s-seventh."

"Then I should be able to see if something's there.  Lie still and
I'll look."  Clark used his Special vision to look into her
abdomen.  He had studied enough biology by now to be pretty sure
that there was nothing unusual.

She was looking up at him pie-eyed, clinging to his hand.  He
wondered if she was sober enough to understand what she was being
told.

"I don't think you're pregnant.  But you should see a doctor, just
in case. I'm not exactly an expert at this sort of thing."  Clark
tried to make it sound as if it were a joke.  But, even to his own
ears, it did not sound funny.

Lana raised herself up on one elbow and tipsily said, "Goody!" and
then giggling, fell back onto the pillow.  She was obviously still
too drunk to talk about this rationally.  He told himself he
should leave so she could sleep it off.

"I'll let you rest now.  Try to get some sleep."  Clark gently
pulled himself away from her grip and headed downstairs.  On his
way out of her room he turned off the light and closed the door.
She was snoring before he got to the bottom step.

"Clark!  What's the matter with Lana?  Why did she do that?"  Mrs.
Lang asked anxiously as she handed him a cup of coffee.

Clark fought with himself to keep his emotions in check in front
of Lana's parents.   He gave them the part of the truth he thought
they would accept.  "She had a bad report from school and she was
trying to forget it."

"Is that all?"

"Yes."  Mentally, Clark added 'now' to his brief response.

Why hadn't Lana just called him if she felt she needed him?  Why
substitute someone else?  They would have to have a serious talk
in the morning.

                    *****

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"I don't know.  I just didn't think of it.  It's not exactly the
first thing that comes to mind, having your boyfriend fly himself
in to ease your loneliness, is it?"   She rubbed her temples with
her fingertips.  Lana had a splitting headache and sounded
peevish.

They had donned overcoats and boots and walked out across the
snow-covered lawn to the Lang's summerhouse to talk privately.
Clark had asked her again, now that she was sober and could give a
rational response, *why* she hadn't just called him and let him
know that she needed him in Metropolis.

"I don't know.  I'd think it would be something you couldn't
forget."  He paused to allow her to respond.  But she just sat
rubbing her temples.  "Maybe it means that you're denying that I
can do those sorts of things."

"Maybe it does.  I know I don't *want* you doing those things.
You might get caught."  Lana pushed a blond strand out of her
eyes.  "I guess I just blocked it out.  I was drunk.  I'm sorry."

Clark felt desolate.  He had believed that Lana, of all people,
truly knew him and wanted him the way he was.  Now he wasn't so
sure.

"Do you want to be free to see other people?"  Clark held his
breath.  If he didn't have Lana to depend on...who could he
confide in?

"No, of course not.  I told you.  I was feeling depressed.  I got
a little drunk and a really nice guy made me feel better."  Lana
put her hand on Clark's cheek.  "I was drunk enough to think I was
with *you* the whole time.  It wasn't until I woke up the next
morning that I realized what I had done."

"Why didn't you tell me sooner?  We've talked on the phone lots of
times and you never said a word."

"I guess I was too humiliated--and I was hoping that you would
never find out."

"So, if you hadn't thought you were pregnant, you wouldn't have
told me?"  Clark was upset at the idea that Lana would keep
something this important from him.  If she was having doubts about
their relationship, she should have told him.

"Clark, don't be mad!  I'm not happy with what I did.  But it's in
the past.  I can't change it."

"I'm not mad, Lana.  I'm hurt.  I thought we had total
trust...that we could tell each other *anything*.  Now, I find out
that I was wrong."

"Could you just stop trying to lay a guilt trip on me until this
hangover is gone?  I really can't cope with your complaining right
now."  Lana stood up and left the pavilion, waded through the snow
and went back into the house.

                    *****

Clark was back in the room he shared with Tim at the university
and was still hurting from Lana's news over the holidays.

She had been to see a doctor, in Lawrence--not Smallville, since
she didn't want her mother finding out--to determine if she was or
was not pregnant.  Clark had been right.   However, there was a
real strain on their relationship now.

Clark was unhappy about her inability to accept his Special
skills.  Further, Lana's tipsy escapade in her parents' house on
top of her indiscretion in Metropolis did not sit well with her
self-esteem.  Lana had never been one to cope well with
embarrassing or humiliating experiences.  Clark wasn't sure if
either of them would recover from this episode.

By the time Lana left to catch the plane back to Metropolis they
still had not resolved their differences and were being
excessively polite to each other, even in private.

Clark sighed to himself.  He sat on his bed.  He was supposed to
be unpacking, but he'd given up on that for the moment.

"Clark, what's wrong?  Didn't you have a good Christmas?"  Tim
sounded anxious.

"Is it that obvious?"

"Yeah, even a blind man could see it,"  Tim said wryly.

"Lana told me she slept with someone else.  She thought she was
pregnant...the test was negative."  Clark was having trouble
containing the hurt he felt.

Tim walked over to him and, once he'd established where Clark was,
gripped him by the shoulder.  "I'm sorry, Clark.  You should have
told me just to butt out.  It's none of my business."

Clark was touched.  He felt tears spring to his eyes.  He hadn't
felt quite this dejected since that day the truck had....  He
breathed in with a shuddering breath.  Even after all this time,
just remembering that sunny afternoon in June was torture.  Added
to his current feelings of desolation, it was too much.  He was
crying...for his parents...for the love he had lost...for the hope
that had died within him.

Tim sat down on the bed and tentatively put his arm around Clark's
shoulders in comfort.  "Clark, this isn't just about your
girlfriend, is it?"

"N-n-no."  Clark tried valiantly to stop crying.  After a few
minutes he finally succeeded.  "I'm sorry, Tim.  You don't need me
falling apart on you.  I'll go wash up."  He started to get up,
but Tim pulled him back down.

"Okay.  I know this isn't any of my business, but you are in
*pain*!"  Tim touched Clark's mouth to determine his expression.
"Maybe talking about it would help."

Clark fought to gain control over his emotions.  He couldn't tell
Tim that he felt so...so *alone*!  Guys didn't *do* that. Clark
grabbed a tissue and wiped the tears from his cheeks.

"How much of this is about your girlfriend doing the deed with
someone else?"

"Some.  Lana is the only person I've been able to really talk to--
to love--since my parents died.  If she doesn't want me any
more...."

"There *are* other women, Clark.  Maybe, you should think about
finding someone else."

"I c-c-can't!  She's the only one who has really cared about me
since my folks died. I can never find someone else like that."

Tim sighed.  "Clark.  You're a good-looking guy.  You have all
your faculties.  You're doing well in school and have a ton of
friends.  Why do you think you can't have a relationship with
anyone else but her?"

Clark let the red herring distract him to avoid answering the
direct question.  "What makes you think I'm good-looking?"

"You remember when we first met and I explored your face?"

Clark nodded and said, "Yes."

"Trust me.  You are the best-featured face that I've ever come
across.  Besides, I'm blind...not deaf.  I hear what the girls say
when they see you coming.  I wish I had those kinds of comments
made about *me*!"

There was silence in the room as Clark mulled this over.  How
could he explain his dilemma to Tim without revealing his secret?

"Clark.  I'm serious here.  You have a *lot* going for you.  What
*happened* to you that makes you feel so inferior?"

"A lot of things, I guess."  Clark took a deep breath.  "My
parents were killed in a car accident when I was ten.  I saw it
happen but I wasn't able to stop it."

"God!  That must have been *awful*!"  Tim's face was the picture
of shock and concern.  "But, you shouldn't feel responsible for
that.  You were only a *kid*, for crying out loud."

Clark nodded glumly.  "Yeah.  That's what my therapist kept
telling me."

Tim asked,  "That's not the whole story is it?"

"No.  I've been in umpteen foster homes since then.  No one seemed
to want me for any length of time.  The only constant has been
Lana."

"What about your relatives?  Why didn't they take you in?"

"I was adopted.  My parents' relatives didn't want to have
anything to do with 'the bastard.'"

Tim made a raspberry noise.  "They actually called you that?"

"Well, my parents told everyone the story that I was the
illegitimate child of a cousin who had died about the time they
found me.  There was no one to contradict their story."

"Why couldn't they just tell the truth?"

"They were afraid the authorities would take me away from them if
they knew my Mom and Dad had found me in a field."

"They found you in a *field*?"

Clark nodded, then realizing his mistake, said, "Yes."

"So you don't know who your real family is?"

Clark shook his head.  "No...and there is no way of finding them."

"Well, I can see how that would all add up to you feeling
insecure.  But why not just forget the past, and form new
relationships?"

"Lana has always been there for me.  We have an understanding.  I
won't go back on my word."

"Even though she broke her part of the bargain?"

"She told me how lonely she had been feeling. How much she missed
me.  She got drunk and took comfort from someone who was trying to
help."

Tim snorted.  "You believe her?"

"Yes.  She wouldn't normally do something like that.  I know Lana.
I've known Lana since we were in kindergarten.  This isn't normal
for her." Clark stared at the pattern in the bedspread trying to
concentrate on the detail of the pattern to avoid thinking about
how he felt.  "I don't know what to do."

"Clark.  You need to figure this out for yourself--I know--but,
it's like...it's like there are *two* of you sitting there."

Clark's heart lurched.  Had Tim figured out his secret?

"On the outside there's this adult Clark who could be Hollywood's
idea of an 'all-American' and has the girls swooning over him;
but, inside, there's this little boy crouched in a dark corner
afraid to come out where people can see him and anxiously waiting
for the next rotten thing to happen to him."

"And people say you're blind."

"Yeah.  Tell me about it."  Tim grinned mischievously.  "Clark,
one of these days you're going to have to help that little boy
come out into the light."

"Yes...but how?"

"I don't know.  Maybe stop accepting the idea you deserve the
rotten things that happen?  I guess only you can figure that out."

Tim got up off the bed and pantomimed stepping down.  "Now I'll
get down from my soap box."

Clark laughed.  It sounded slightly hysterical to his own ears.
But Tim had pointed out the crux of his problem, up to a point.
Clark still couldn't see any way out of his dilemma regarding his
true nature, but talking to Tim had really helped him with his
current emotional crisis.

"Thanks, Tim.  Thanks for listening."

"That's what friends are for."

Clark started back in on his unpacking.

"So, Clark.  There's a Medieval Renaissance Faire being put on by
the theatre arts students tonight in Hash lounge.  I want to go.
What about you?"

Clark knew that if Tim wanted to go, someone would have to go with
him so he wouldn't be constantly stumbling over the furniture.
Crowded rooms, especially those with low-lying furniture were a
nightmare for him.  However, Tim never insisted that Clark tag
along.  He always asked first.  On those occasions when Clark had
been forced to say no, Tim had found someone else to help out.  So
it really was up to Clark to decide if he wanted to go or not.

"What the heck.  It might even be fun."

Tim held up his hand and Clark high-fived him.  Then, Clark turned
to finish his unpacking.

                    *****

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The Faire was in full swing by the time they got there.  They paid
their entrance fee, picked up drinks in plastic cups at Ye Olde
Fashioned Brewmaster, and started around the room.  They skipped
the toss type games.   Tim, because he couldn't see the target and
Clark because he didn't want to risk doing something Special.

They stopped in front of a tent-like structure.  "Madame Latetska:
She Sees All!  She Tells All!"  Clark read the sign aloud for
Tim's benefit.

"Doesn't sound very medieval to me."  Tim was sceptical.

"That's because it isn't."  A young woman in a purple turban came
out through the draperies used as a doorway into the "tent" of
Madame Latetska.  "The theatre arts types forgot to go to the
library to study up on the period before deciding on the booths.
They'll learn."

"Are you Madame Latetska?"

"We-e-ll!  You could say that."  She grinned mischievously.  "I'm
her for this evening, anyway."

They followed her into the tent.  Inside there was a small round
table covered in several table cloths with a large glass globe in
the centre.  They all sat down around the table.

"From what you said, I would guess you are *not* in theatre arts?"
Tim asked the young woman as she arranged her many shawls about
her shoulders.

"Nope.  I'm in the library science program.  Now which of you
wants your fortune told first?"

Tim volunteered.  "Madame Latetska" asked him to remove his watch
and held it's Braille-embossed face between her hands, closed her
eyes and hummed some kind of mantra.

"Ommmmmm.   I see a future of struggle and examination and then a
career that will please you.  Soon, you will meet someone who will
add new dimensions to your life."

Tim grinned.  This seemed like a safe bet for someone working his
way through university.  He took back his watch, flipped open the
face to check the time with his fingers, and closing the face
strapped the watch on his wrist.

Clark handed over his own watch and smiled as "Madame Latetska"
went into the same routine for him.

"Ommmmmm.  I see a future of examination and struggle and then a
career that will please you."  Her eyelids fluttered slightly, her
eyes seemed to roll up into her head and her voice lowered in
pitch.  "You are two but will become one.  Then you will find
someone for whom you have waited a long time."

"See, Clark, I told you there were two of you and everything would
work out."  Tim grinned.

The young lady's eyelids fluttered again.  She groaned and slid
off her chair.  Clark caught her before she hit the floor.

"What is it, Clark?"

"She's fainted."  Clark seated her as best he could on her chair,
lowering her head so that the blood would circulate to her head.

The young lady stirred and moaned quietly.  "What happened?"  She
sounded disoriented.

"You fainted right after you did my fortune."

"Fortune?  Oh, right."  She put her hand to her temple.

"Would you like me to get you some water?   We've only got beer
here."

"No, that's okay." She put trembling fingers to her forehead.  "I
guess I should give up my career in show business."

Tim said, "Clark, why don't you take her back to her room.  I'll
just sit here and play 'Madame Latetska' until you get back."

Clark asked the girl if that would be okay with her.  She agreed.

"I'm Clark.  This is Tim.  What's your name?"

"Lori...Lori Calumet."

Tim put out his hand.  "Nice to meet you, Lori.  What do I need to
know to be 'Madame Latetska'?"

"Just hold some item of theirs.  Chant and say that you see a
future of struggle and examination before they find a good career.
Add anything else that you can think of on the spur of the moment.
That's all."

"Right.  Got it."  Tim took the turban and positioned it on his
head.   He sat facing in the general direction of the opening in
the tent waiting for customers.

Clark guided Lori out of the tent and across the common room.
"Where are you staying?"

"Over in McCollom.  Second floor."

He picked up both of their coats in the cloakroom and assisted her
into her coat after she put on her boots.

The weather had gotten worse than it had been earlier in the
evening when Tim and he had come across the campus.   Now pellets
of snow were coming down and the wind was whistling strait along
Jayhawk.  He took hold of Lori's elbow and guided her over the
more treacherous icy sections until they reached the front
entrance to the dormitory.

In the brightly lit foyer of the dormitory, he could see how pale
she was.  "Will you be okay getting to your room?  Or, would you
prefer I stay with you?"

"I think I'm fine now.  I don't know what happened.  I remember
going into the Madame Latetska spiel and then I felt kind of
strange, like I was somewhere else watching the three of us from
above...and then you were holding my head down...you said I'd
fainted."

"You said I was two but would become one.  Then I'd find someone
I've been waiting for.  What did you mean?"

"Did I say that?"  Lori swayed slightly put her hand on the wall,
as if for support.  "I don't remember."

Clark grasped her by the shoulders and steadied her.  "I think I
should make sure you get to your room.  Which one is it?"

"214,"  Lori whispered.

It didn't take Clark long to assist her to her room.  He took the
key from Lori's shaking hand and unlocked the door.

At the sound of the turning lock, the door was wrenched open from
within.  A brunette woman with a blue face masque was standing
there.

"Lori!  What the heck..."

Lori swayed against Clark who picked her up and carried her into
the room that was very similar in design to the one he and Tim
shared over in Ellsworth.  "Which bed should I lay her on?"

Wide-eyed, the brunette indicated the bed on the left.  "Who are
you?  What did you *do* to her?"

"Clark Kent.  Lori fainted at the Faire while she was telling my
fortune.  I'm just making sure she gets here okay."

Lori's roommate seemed to know exactly what to do and was
efficiently making a cold compress to put on Lori's forehead as he
backed out of the room.  "I'll come by tomorrow to make sure she's
okay."

"Sure.  That would be good."  The brunette closed the door.

As he was walking down the hall back to the staircase he heard
Lori's roommate ask, "Lori?  Did you go into another one of your
trances?  You really should see someone about this."

A trance.  Had she gone into a trance to tell him about his
future?  Could what she said about his future have actually been
real?

When he got back to the Faire, Tim was having a whale of a time
being "Madame Latetska."  In a quick break between clients he told
Clark to go on without him.  There was someone, a female someone,
who would make sure he found his way back to the dorm.  Tim held
up his hand, Clark high-fived him and continued on his rounds
taking in the rest of the Faire.

Tim came back to the room very late...and very pleased with
himself.

                    *****

Clark followed up on Lori's condition and was happy to find out
that she had fully recovered.  He was still puzzled by her trance-
induced prediction for him--but decided that it probably didn't
mean anything anyway.

He had taken Tim with him when he followed up on Lori.  Since then
he and Tim had double-dated with Lori and her roommate Georgia
Cain.  It hadn't taken too long to realize that the foursome would
become two.  Tim had developed a relationship with Lori and
Georgia had started dating someone over in Templin.

By Spring, things were starting to look as if they might work out.
The job at Dean's bookstore had become routine.  Clark was getting
straight A's in his classes. If he could get his relationship with
Lana straightened out, everything would be fine.  Maybe Tim was
right, maybe if he stopped *expecting* the rotten stuff to happen,
it would stop happening.

Tim came back from his date with Lori.  He was grinning from ear
to ear.

"So, Clark, any mail?"

"Yeah.  You got three bills and two letters.  Did you want me to
read them to you?

"The bills can keep until Monday.  Who did I get letters from?"

"Oh.  The first is from your Mom.  It's in Braille, so you can
read that one."  Clark handed over the envelope with the letter.

"The other is from someone in Metropolis."  Clark peered at the
return address.  "Looks like it's from an L. Lane.  Did you want
me to open it?"

"Lois?  Sure.  I love hearing from Lois."

Clark used his fingernail to rip open the envelope.  He quickly
scanned the letter.  It seemed personal, but not intimate.  He
read the contents out loud.  It was mostly about people and places
he knew nothing about, and when finished he asked, "Who is she?
She sounds like you go *way* back."

"Yeah.  We were in first grade together.  I had the *biggest*
crush on her--that was back when I could still see.  She had the
most gorgeous brown eyes.  My family went to Florida that year.  I
brought back this shiny stone I found on the beach and gave it to
her.  She says she still has it." Tim grinned.  "She's a little
strange that way."

"She sounds nice."  Clark folded the letter and put it back in its
envelope.  "Let me know if you want help when you're replying."

Tim thanked him and opened the letter from his mother.

                    *****

Smallville, Kansas -- June 1986
*******************************

Clark had worked at the Smallville Press last summer and was
continuing with his journalism career there this summer as well.

He was boarding with the Kratz household again. He would have
liked to have gone on that trip to Europe with Tim.  However, he
didn't have the funds for that kind of trip if he was to pay for
his third year's accommodation at KU.

Lana had come home at the end of the school year with passing
grades, but she still wasn't doing that well in most of her
journalism classes, other than on-camera appearances.  Since her
father was paying for everything, she didn't *have* to take a
summer job...so she didn't.

They had a nice summer.  Lana seemed to be still afraid to
continue with their physical relationship after her mistake a year
and a half earlier.  Clark was willing to wait until she was
ready.  He wanted her to be sure she truly wanted a relationship
with him, accepting him the way he really was.

In the fall, they both went back to their studies.

September 14th, Clark got an hysterical call from Lana begging him
to read today's Daily Planet.  There was an article in it by a
Lois Lane that he *had* to read!

                    *****

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Metropolis, New Troy -- June 1986
*********************************

Lois Lane was in seventh heaven.  She was now working for Perry
White and actually researching *real* news.

Her internship with Cat Grant had been a real eye-opener.  Cat had
taught her how to worm information out of the most stubborn
interview subject.  Lois was grateful beyond belief that Cat had
taken her on as a mentor.  Nevertheless, Lois had not felt
entirely happy extracting information on the dirty secrets of the
rich and famous in Metropolis.  She wanted to be in the forefront
of reporting the *real* news...and now she was!

If she did well this summer, Mr. White had indicated that there
would be a permanent job for her in the newsroom when she
graduated in a year and a half.  She was *determined* to do well.

Over the next two months she did research for the front line
reporters, ran errands for Mr. White and generally made herself
useful.  By the end of August she had even written a couple of
short articles on topics that weren't exactly earth-shattering,
but the important thing was that Perry White was pleased with her
work.

The Thursday of the last week before she was to return to classes,
Perry White called her into his office.  There were two big burly
men and a slim young woman sitting on the sofa and chairs in the
editor's office.

"Lois!  Come on in, gal.  I want you to meet some people."

Lois stepped through the door and closed it behind her.  "Yes, Mr.
White?"

"'Perry'...honey...I keep telling you, just call me 'Perry'."

"Yes...Perry."

"This is Inspector Henderson, Sergeant Swartz and Constable
Meehan."

Lois nodded in their direction.

"They're doing an investigation and are looking for someone about
your age to help them nail the...the person that's committing
these acts."  Lois wondered what particular swear word Perry
thought was too harmful for her delicate ears.  He was *always*
doing that--editing his speech to protect her.  She wished he'd
stop it.

Inspector Henderson coughed quietly.  "Ms. Lane...."

"Lois.  Please call me Lois."

"Lois.  There's a sexual predator on the loose in Metropolis.
We've pretty well identified who he is and his modus operandi, but
we need someone young who attends the University of Metropolis to
help catch him in the act.  It might get dangerous.  Would you be
willing to help?"

"I guess...but why me?  Why not a police woman?"

Constable Meehan spoke up.  "I'm the youngest police woman on the
force, but I don't look young enough.  This guy likes very young-
looking girls and usually preys on eighteen- and nineteen year-
olds.  We need someone about that age to pull this off."

"If I do this, can I write the story?"

Perry nodded.

"Do I get an exclusive?"

Perry guffawed.  "Well, if that don't beat all."

Inspector Henderson hurriedly interrupted.  "Yes, Lois, when this
is over you get the exclusive."

"Okay.  I'll do it.  What do I have to do?"

Inspector Henderson explained that they been studying this guy for
almost a year now, but still hadn't got enough evidence to
prosecute.  Recently, one of the perpetrator's victims had been
smart enough to get a sexual assault medical exam done immediately
after she was assaulted.  She and another victim were willing to
testify, but the police needed independent proof of the man's
guilt.  What they planned to do was have Lois pretend to be as
close a match as possible to his typical victim.  They would
record everything that went on in conversation with this man in
the hopes that he would incriminate himself.

"This means that you wear a wire during your entire encounter with
this guy.  We'll be listening in to make sure that he doesn't harm
you.  Understand that under *no* circumstances do you eat or drink
anything that this man may have touched, however remotely."

"Why not?"  Lois was puzzled.

Constable Meehan answered.  "The man likes young women...really
young women...but he's smart enough to know that he has to make
sure the women are of legal age.  So he likes to pull this stunt
with eighteen- or nineteen-year old women who look much younger
and are alone for the first time in the big city.  The typical
victim is eighteen years old, brunette or redhead, recently
arrived from a small town in the Midwest, and missing her hometown
boyfriend.  He usually picks her up at a public function where she
has ordered a drink from the bar, showing ID, so he knows she is
of legal age.  He commiserates with her about how bleak the big
city is and how cruel life at school can be.  Once he gains her
trust he slips an hallucinogenic into the food or drink she is
having.  He then convinces her that *he* is her boyfriend who has
miraculously come to visit her, and seduces her."

"That's *disgusting*!"  Lois was appalled.  "But, why don't *all*
the women report this guy to the authorities?"

Inspector Henderson took over the explanation.  "They're too
ashamed.  Plus, they don't want their boyfriends to find out what
they did."

Sergeant Swartz added,  "They usually believe that *they* were at
fault."

Inspector Henderson continued.  "We were lucky to find two women
that were brave enough to get past their personal embarrassment to
report this guy.  However, even though one of them had the smarts
to have sexual assault medical exam, at this point, it would be
their word against his.   We've been studying this guy for almost
a year now, but still haven't got enough evidence to prosecute.
As far as we can tell, he started his little game a couple of
years back at the polytechnic and has now moved on to seduce women
at your university."

Lois sat in silence for a couple of minutes.  "How do I avoid
drinking whatever this guy is pushing?"

Sergeant Swartz said, "Constable Meehan will be giving you
detailed instructions on how to proceed.  We've arranged for a
dummy home for you in an apartment near the university.  We do
*not* want this guy knowing where you live!  Would you be able to
stay in that apartment this weekend?"

Lois nodded.  "I'll tell my parents I'm staying in town with a
girlfriend to join in the Rush week events."

"Okay, good."  Inspector Henderson stood up.  "Constable Meehan
will meet you at the apartment Friday at 7 p.m. to bring you up to
speed on Operation Chameleon."   He handed Lois a slip of paper
with an address on it.

                    *****

Cathy Meehan had been great.  She had given Lois intense training
in how to *not* drink, while appearing to be knocking them back.
It seemed to Lois like some kind of slight-of-hand magic trick.
She gave Lois her background story and fake identification.

Lois was now Joan Dough from Venus, Nebraska.  Her boyfriend's
name was George and she was a freshman in Social Sciences at the
University of Metropolis.  The university had temporarily added
her false ID to their enrollment records.  They were just as
anxious as the police to stop this man's activities.

"I don't know anything about Nebraska...what if he asks me for
information?"

"This guy normally picks up his victims after they've had a couple
of drinks.  That's why they often believe it was *their*
fault...they think they were drunk.  If he asks any awkward
questions, just giggle and act a little tipsy.  He'll be
charmed...trust me."  Cathy grinned maliciously.

Cathy went on to explain the ins and outs of the microphone and
tape recorder Lois would be wearing Saturday night and what to do
when Lois figured the guy had planted his surprise package in her
drink.  "So, are you ready to roll?"

"I'm ready!"  Lois was exhilarated at the prospect of nailing a
*real* news story.

                    *****

Lois had her second drink in hand.  Actually, the drink was just
the flat ginger ale she had instructed the bartender to give her
in place of the beer codename "Komodo Ale" she ordered.

A guy matching the photo she'd been given approached her. He was
about six feet, slim, dark hair, brown eyes and the trace of a
five-o-clock shadow around his jaw-line.

"Hi, is this seat taken?"

Lois shook her head and took a swig of her "beer."

"No, I was expecting a friend, but I guess they had better things
to do."  Cathy had said to sound resentful and lonely...Lois
figured her statement reeked of self pity quite nicely.

"That's a real shame.  You from Metropolis?"

"No, I just got into Metropolis two weeks ago.  I start school
this week.  I'm from Nebraska...Venus, Nebraska."

"Venus?  I've never heard of it."

"*Nobody's* heard of it.  Its main claim to fame are two gas
stations and a post office.  I wanted to get out and see what real
life was all about...see the big city...but I guess I'm a country
girl after all."

"You don't like the city?"

Lois was having trouble responding to that one because she *loved*
the city.  She decided now was a good time to giggle, and did so.

"I like the city okay...I guess I just miss George."

"George?"

"Yeah.  George is my boyfriend back in Venus.  He's studying at
the agricultural school back home.  I...I...miss him already...and
I won't be able to see him again until Thanksgiving!"  Lois tried
her best to look as if she were holding back tears, wishing she
had paid closer attention in that theatre arts class she had taken
in high school.

"Oh, what a shame."  He looked totally in tune with her feelings.
The music started up again.  "Would you like to dance?"

Lois hesitated.  What was she supposed to do now?  The guy wasn't
doing anything more criminal than asking for a dance.  Maybe this
was part of his cover.  He *had* fooled countless women into
believing his lies.

"Okay.  But I'll warn you now, I'm not real good."  Lois decided
it was in character for her to finish off the last third of her
"beer" before going on to the dance floor.

The guy was smooth, real smooth.  At first he danced with her as
if he were her cousin.  However, she noticed that he subtly moved
in closer during the second dance and even closer during the
third.  He led her back to her seat and offered to buy her another
beer.

"Well, only if you tell me your name."  Lois smiled at him.

"Claude.   Claude von Herschmugal.  I've just transferred in from
Utica State."

Lois extended her hand.  "Joan.  Joan Dough...that's d-o-u-g-h.
I'm starting classes here at Met U."

"Nice to meet you Joan, now what were you drinking?"

Lois gave him the "Komodo Ale" codename she was using with the
bartender to get flat ginger ale.

He brought back two drinks and handed her one.  Lois was almost
afraid to take the glass, but did.

"So, Claude, where are you from?  You have a nice accent."

Claude told her a long romantic story of his family in Europe
escaping from a despotic regime in some unnamed country.  While he
was telling her the story, Lois "sipped" on her drink and put it
on the table beside her chair.  She slipped the ring on her right
hand around so that the "stone" faced down and let her hand rest
over top of the beer glass.  The ring was actually a sophisticated
kind of sponge and she was using the instructions she'd received
to obtain a sample of the drink Claude had given her.  After a
short while she lifted her hand from the glass.  Claude was
finished with his story.

"I guess what they say is true...you only rent beer.  I have to
visit the ladies room, I'll be back in a minute."

Lois held her right hand away from her body and walked to the
nearest rest room.  Cathy was waiting for her and with gloved
hands removed the ring from Lois' finger.

Cathy did a quick test, confirmed it was positive, and said that
Lois should go ahead with phase two of their plan.  She gave Lois
another ring to wear to avoid suspicion and Lois returned to
Claude.

Claude asked her about George...what he looked like...how he
talked.  Lois gave him the details she had memorized.  Slowly, she
realized, Claude was taking on the mannerisms and speech patterns
of "George" as she had described him.

At the point that almost all of her drink had been poured into the
house plant behind her, Lois widened her eyes and gazed at Claude.
Cathy had told her to act as if she was seeing an amazing event
that made her feel wonderful...that what she was supposed to be
seeing was her "boyfriend" George, miraculously transplanted from
Nebraska.

"George?  Is it really you?"  Lois tried to sound as if she were
in the presence of a miracle.  She hoped she had succeeded.

"I missed you so much Joan,...I *had* to come."  Claude leaned
forward and caressed Lois' lips with a luscious kiss.

Lois held her breath...this guy was *good*.  If there really had
been a George she would almost have been ready to succumb even
without an hallucinogen.

Breathily she whispered, "Oh, George!" and leaned towards Claude
as if to deepen their kiss.

"Joan.  Wait.  Not here.  We should go back to your place.  Okay?"

Lois giggled and whispered, "Okay."

Claude wrapped his arm around her waist and led her to the
entrance.  When they got into the cab, he asked "Joan" to give the
driver the address.  Lois complied...ending the instructions with
another tiny giggle for good measure.

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When it came time to unlock the apartment door, Lois was so
nervous she fumbled and dropped the keys.  Claude picked them up
and unlocked the door for her.  Lois hoped that he would think
that she was just too stoned to hold on to the keys.

Claude turned on one lamp in the room, walked over to the tape
player and put on a tape of sensuous, romantic music.  He must
have brought it with him because Lois knew for a fact that the
collection in her fake apartment was mostly easy listening and
soft rock.

After setting the scene, Claude turned back to lead Lois from the
doorway to the sofa.  Lois tried to keep the look of awe and
wonder on her face as he did so.

"Joan.  I can hardly believe we're here...together."  Claude
gently pulled Lois so she would sit down.  He ran the back of his
fingers along her throat and across the front of her blouse.  Lois
had a hard time keeping up her pose of stoned wonder.

He began to unbutton her blouse all the while murmuring sweet
nothings to "Joan."  On the one hand this was scaring the bejesus
out of her, but on the other she didn't want the seduction to
stop!  Every other guy she had ever been this close to was totally
inept compared to Claude.

If she wasn't careful this *bastard* would take her virginity.
She pulled away from him.

"Joan?  What's the matter?  I thought you wanted...."

God, he was good.  How many times had the victim almost resisted
his web of deceit only to be pulled back in by his pose of hurt
innocence?

It was time to use her code to have the cops get in here and
arrest this guy.

She stood up and proclaimed loudly, "You're not George!  Get away
>from me!"

Lois backed up to the door of the apartment and pulled it open.
Claude was faster than she'd expected.  He caught her just as
she'd opened the door a fraction of an inch.

"Now, Joan.  Don't do anything silly.  If George really loved you
he'd *be* here for you.  Wouldn't he?"

The guy was mesmerizing.  Lois found herself nodding agreement
about this mythical boyfriend's lack of attention to her needs.
Lois shook herself.  Had he managed to slip her something after
all?  There *was* no George for crying out loud!

Lois wished the cops would get here. What was keeping them?  They
were supposed to be just in the next apartment.  She opened her
mouth to scream for help.

Claude clapped his right hand over her mouth.  "Now, Joan, you
really don't want to do that, now do you?  You consented to me
coming here, to do what we both know you want to do.  Let's not
get irrational, now.  Let's finish what we began.  I *am* very
good.  Afterwards you can let me know how I compare to George."

Claude took his hand from her mouth in order to continue his
progress in removing her clothes.

"Please!  Don't! You're frightening me!" Lois was really scared
now.

"It's okay, Joan.  I have some nice medicine that will take all
those scary feelings away."   Claude reached into his pocket and
pulled out a syringe.

Lois tried to scream, but Claude had his arm around her head and
his hand  clamped over her mouth again.  She tried to kick him,
but he seemed to know exactly how to avoid her feet.  She
struggled, but his grip on her lower jaw grew tighter.

"Now, Joan.  That's *not* the way I like my girls to behave.  I
like my girls to be willing--eager in fact."  Claude pulled the
plastic cover off the needle with his teeth and moved the point of
the syringe close to Lois' neck.

Lois took a sobbing intake of breath and then closed her eyes in
relief as she heard...

"Freeze!  Drop that and put your hands over your head."  Inspector
Henderson jumped through the partially open apartment door with
Sergeant Swartz right behind him.  Swartz broke Claude's grip on
Lois just as Cathy arrived from the university frat house where
the party had been held.

The police read Claude his Miranda Rights. He refused to comment
past saying he understood them, and they led him away in
handcuffs.

Cathy made a cup of hot herbal tea for Lois to help calm her
nerves.  Inspector Henderson apologized for almost missing her cue
for them to charge in like the cavalry.  They explained that when
Claude had unbuttoned her blouse, he had somehow broken the
connection to the live mike.  Unfortunately, the bugs they had
placed in the apartment were on tape only.  Lois told them it was
okay, they had got there in time--and that's what counted.

Now that the danger was over, Lois was feeling exhilarated by the
whole experience.  She could hardly wait to get to her portable
typewriter and write up the story.

                    *****

          "Chameleon College Seducer Exposed"
               by Lois Lane.

Lois gazed at the headline in awe.  She, Lois Lane, had a front
page story.  Okay, the story about the President's political
breakfast with some bigwigs from the Middle East had taken over
*most* of the front page, but *her* story was there too.

Perry White had praised her writing.  The police had praised her
courage.

She wanted more of this...much more.

                    *****

Lawrence, Kansas - September 1986
***********************************

"...and in the end it was all about power.  The power of one man
to control, to manipulate--to humiliate.  The power to use the
trust and commitment of a woman, for the man she loves, against
her.  This man shattered the hopes and dreams of dozens of women.
Whatever punishment he receives can never compensate them for what
they have lost!"

Clark finished reading the story for the sixth time.

He knew now that Lana had told the truth.  She had been tricked by
this psychotic man into believing that he, Clark, had come to
Metropolis.  Her shame at being duped had led her to do what most
of this man's other victims had done...try to pretend it had never
happened.  If her cycle hadn't skipped a beat she would never have
had the humiliation of being obliged to tell him of her "crime."

This man had much more to answer for than the "harmless prank" his
lawyer was claiming.

Clark phoned Lana to let her know that he now understood what had
really happened.  They were able to discuss their differences and
begin to return to their customary rapport.  Clark asked Lana if
he could come see her...his way...on Friday night.  She agreed.

That weekend, Lana showed Clark all the sights of Metropolis--
including a former familiar one in her bedroom.  They were,
however, doubly careful in making sure they used protection.  Lana
didn't want *anything* to put a crimp in their plans to get
married *after* they graduated.

                    *****

In February, 1987 the lawyer for the Kent estate contacted Clark
and asked him to come in to his office in Kansas City, on the last
day of February.

When Clark left the office it was with the knowledge that he no
longer had to share accommodation at university in his fourth year
or take on a job immediately after graduation.

He was now officially (if not actually) twenty-one years old.  His
Mom and Dad had not only left him the farm, which was making a
decent profit rented out to a family who cared about it, but they
had also provided a nest egg of stocks and bonds that had grown
and matured significantly in the years between their death and his
age of majority.  He wasn't wealthy, but he no longer had to pinch
every penny.

                    *****

Lawrence, Kansas -- June, 1988
******************************

Clark's fourth year seemed to fly right by and before he knew it,
it was graduation time.  He had quit his job at Dean's books and
took up residence in a single room in Ellsworth.  His course load
was heavier and he concentrated on getting good grades.  The next
thing he knew it was June and he was graduating.

The graduation ceremony over, Clark said his good-byes to the
people he had spent the better part of four years with.

Lana had not been able to come to see him graduate.  She had found
a job as an assistant to the fashion editor at LNN.  Yesterday had
been the start date for her new job.  Her parents had come
instead.  He was grateful for their kindness, but somehow wished
that things could have been different.  He wished Mom and Dad
could have seen him graduate.

His journalism counsellor, Professor Carlton, came up to him at
that moment to shake his hand and congratulate him on his current
achievement and on the promise of greater things to come.  Clark
thanked him for his kind words.

"I'm only calling them as I see them.  If you ever need a
reference, Clark, just call me.  I know a number of senior editors
in various city newspapers that would be happy to see you on my
say so."

"Thank you.  Thank you very much."  He shook the professor's hand.
"I'm still not entirely sure what I'll be doing in the long term.
I thought I'd take the opportunity to travel this summer, and then
start looking for employment in the fall."

"That sounds like an excellent idea, Clark.  Just don't let those
writing skills get rusty."

"I won't, sir."

Just then a woman gestured to Professor Carlton to have him come
over to her.  The professor waved a friendly hand at Clark as he
dashed across the lawn to see what his wife wanted.

Lori and Tim appeared at Clark's side to say their good-byes.  Tim
was going on to graduate school to prepare for his ultimate career
as a psychotherapist, Lori was going out into the workforce with
an entry level position at a private company's library in Kansas
City.

                    *****

Metropolis, New Troy -- June 1988
*********************************

Clark was visiting Lana on her home turf after celebrating his
graduation.  He had assumed they would discuss their wedding
plans, but Lana had other ideas.

He and Lana discussed their earlier promise to get engaged and
married right after they had graduated.  After a lengthy debate,
they finally decided that the decision to marry immediately after
college was a naive one made in their innocent teens.  They both
needed to wait before committing themselves to a lifelong
relationship.

Lana insisted she wanted to develop her career in television
before settling down.  Clark agreed and told her he needed to
travel and explore to find out if there was anyone else like him
out there.   Lana was willing to let him get all that out of his
system before they decided to spend the rest of their lives
together.

Clark stayed in the United States for the next few months, so that
he could vote for the first time in a Presidential election.  He
travelled the length and breadth of the country by train, trying
to get a feel for the country he had grown up in.

That fall Charlton Heston became President of the United States.
It seemed odd to not have President Presley in charge.

                    *****

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brignell@capitalnet.com
Ottawa, Canada
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London - June, 1990
*******************

Since Christmas of 1988, Clark had travelled the globe.  At first
he had travelled by conventional means; however, he soon found
that even with his newfound income, he couldn't afford to keep
doing that.  He decided to save on airfare.

Clark loved to fly, but he knew it upset Lana since it risked his
being caught and put under a microscope.  As a result, every time
he flew under his own power, he felt guilty beyond words.  But,
all the same, he loved to travel to exotic places.  He liked
meeting new people and discovering new things.

Clark had flown into Metropolis to visit Lana last week only to
find that she was going out with someone else.  He wasn't sure
what exactly this meant, but it came as a shock, nevertheless.

Lana had explained, "I'm not ready to get married, Clark.  Please,
understand.  You're the only boyfriend I've ever had.  I think we
*both* need to find out if we really want to be with each other."

Clark agreed, reluctantly.  Nevertheless, he had serious
misgivings about the whole idea.

Meanwhile, his travels throughout the world were not adding to his
knowledge about his origins.  He had not, yet, found anyone even
remotely like himself and he was now pretty sure by now that he
wouldn't.

He continued to try to help people the best he could.  Last month,
here in London, he had rescued a woman who had been attacked and
severely beaten by a purse snatcher.  The ambulance had taken her
to the renowned Sutcliffe Hospital for Post-Traumatic Stress where
her injuries and psychological crises had been treated.  He had
somehow managed to avoid any police implications.  He wasn't sure
how he would have explained the fact that the man had broken his
knife trying to stab Clark.

He continued working as a freelance reporter in London, and was
about to move on to Paris in the fall when he got a phone call
>from Lana asking him to come and visit.  He decided to risk it and
fly back to Metropolis under his own steam.  Lana didn't have to
know.

Lana had split with her latest boyfriend.  She told Clark he was
the only man she wanted to be with after all.  Clark had the
impression, although Lana had not exactly said so, that she had
been dumped by the boyfriend.  He told her he wasn't ready to
settle down, but that he was willing to pick up their relationship
where it had left off.

                    *****

Borneo - June, 1992
*******************

Clark had spent most of the past four years exploring the world,
working in his chosen field of journalism and making trips back to
Metropolis to visit with Lana whenever time, and Lana, permitted.
He was now ending a contract job with a small newspaper in Borneo.

He wanted to move on to something different.  He decided that
exploring the roots of the western civilization exhibited in
Europe and North America, would round out his education quite
nicely.  He had decided to explore China, the Indian sub-continent
and the Middle East over the next year...then he would decide what
to do with his life on an ongoing basis.

In the meantime, his relationship with Lana was on hold.  They got
together on an irregular basis, but had no definite plans for the
future.  She had risen through the ranks at LNN, but still had not
been given the on camera role she so desired.  Clark was still a
freelance journalist travelling the world and unable to put down
roots in any particular place.

In the fall, when he heard Charlton Heston had been re-elected as
President, Clark started to think about the passing of time and
his own future.  He really wanted to get back the States and put
down some roots.  In the spring of 1993, he decided to move to
Metropolis to be close to Lana.

He called Professor Carlton and asked for a reference at whichever
major newspaper in Metropolis the professor knew an editor.
Professor Carlton knew Perry White at the Daily Planet.  He said
he would write to Mr. White and set up an appointment for Clark.

                    *****

Metropolis, New Troy - April 1993
*********************************

Lois was on to what could possibly be the *biggest* story of her
career.

Over the last three years she had risen from being a cub reporter
to *the* most valuable investigative reporter the Daily Planet had
now, or ever.  She had won two Kerth awards and was now hoping
that the story at hand would make it three.

Her source had promised to tell her everything he knew, tonight.

With diligent investigative work, Lois had uncovered a smuggling
ring that ran guns into Metropolis from some un-named offshore
locale.  Over the last few years guns, pistols and even weapons of
mass destruction had become more commonplace than when she was a
child.  There seemed to be an increasing apprehension about what
was happening in the world, and more and more people were
beginning to turn to guns as the solution.  Lois was hoping that
discovering who was behind this gun running organization would
help ease the tension that was being increasingly felt by the
populace at large, especially since the assassination of the
President and Vice-President ten years earlier.

                    *****

The Congo.  The source told her that all the activity was taking
place in the Congo.  Lois headed to a pay phone and called Perry
on his late night number.

"Lois, honey, what on earth is so important that you have to call
me at *this* hour of the night?"

"It's only 1 a.m., Perry.  I want your authorization to go to the
Congo.  You know Travel, they won't issue a ticket without your
say so."

"The Congo?  Why in blazes would you want to go to the Congo?"

"That gun running story...I'll explain later.  My source says to
go to the Congo and my gut feeling is that it's in the Congo where
all the action is."

"Okay, honey.  But you be careful...you hear?"

"Yes, Perry.  When have you ever known me not to be careful?"

Lois heard spluttering from Perry's end of the line.

Finally, Perry said, "Look, honey, just this once...listen to *my*
gut instinct and *be careful*!"

Oh, sure.  Like it had been *her* fault that another convicted
murderer had held her hostage last month, or that crazy guy in
Toledo had gagged and bound her and left her to die in the wilds
of Ohio.  Perry was too cautious.  However, she had better agree
to be careful if she expected to get his authorization.

"Yes, Perry.  I'll be careful."

                    *****

When Lois arrived in the Congo, she called the number she'd been
given by her contact for further information.  What she got was an
answering machine, so she left a carefully worded message and
decided to find out what the lay of the land was.

She asked at the desk about tours of nearby sights on the theory
that it might take her some time to make contact and she really
ought to get oriented.  She was given brochures on tourist sights
within the city.  When she enquired about safari tours outside the
city boundaries, the hotel-clerk advised caution when leaving the
boundaries of Pointe Noire.  He strongly suggested she *not* go
outside alone, especially after dark.  Lois figured she'd listen to
Perry and the desk-clerk's advice and wait until daylight before
investigating further.

It was not to be.  She had not been in her room more than fifteen
minutes before she got a phone call giving her directions to the
probable encampment of the gun runners.

Lois donned dark pants, a black turtleneck and put a miniature
camera and tape recorder in her pants pockets.  She took her
rental car out of the hotel compound parking lot and headed north.

By the time she had reached the intersection that her source had
said was the one to watch out for, Lois was beginning to be
afraid.  The night was dark...there was no moon...and without city
lights the cloudy night sky was frighteningly black.  Worst of
all, there were strange animal sounds off in the shadows.

She killed the engine of her car and quietly exited the vehicle.
She closed and locked the door and started out on foot in the
direction she had been given.

She was tiptoeing quietly towards some huts when she was grabbed
by the throat from behind.  A big hand clamped her jaw forcing her
teeth shut and covered her mouth so she could not scream.  No
amount of kicking or wriggling helped her escape her captor.  This
was one time when her martial arts skills were inadequate for the
occasion.

Eventually, Lois was dragged into a small tent.  A man was sitting
behind a camp table smiling at her.

"Lois, come on in!  I never thought I would actually see *the*
Lois Lane unable to free herself.  But, of course...Duh!...Mr.
Blue Pants isn't here to rescue you, is he?"  The man burst into
laughter.

The hand let go of her to let her respond, but she was only able
to gasp for air.  When Lois didn't respond, he stopped laughing
and sighed.  "You know, Lois, I liked you a whole lot better back
in Smallville, 1966."

Lois finally got her voice back and said, "I have *no* idea what
you're talking about."

"Well, no, of course not...that all happened to that other Lois.
Never mind, you don't need to know that part."

Lois was baffled.  What the heck was this guy talking about?  "Are
you the head of the gun runners?"

The man went into paroxysms of laughter.  "Lois...Lois...Lois.
You have *no* idea."  He grinned maliciously.  "I'm making guns
cheap and affordable...soon no one in Metropolis will think it
safe to walk in the streets without wearing at least one gun.
They'll all be prepared for 'the enemy.'"

"Enemy?  What enemy?"  Lois figured this guy was nuttier than a
fruitcake, and she should just hang in there until he found some
other toy to play with.  She looked around for potential escape
options, but there didn't seem to be any.

"Let me tell you a story.  You'll find this fascinating.  It's all
about *you* and a certain someone in blue tights."

Before she had any chance to figure out what this meant, the man
signalled the thug standing behind her, and she suddenly found a
gag in her mouth.  She struggled, which only seemed to amuse the
madman even more.

"This is only temporary."  The man flipped his finger in the
direction of her gag.  "I don't want to be interrupted in the
middle of my story...and I know that as a reporter you won't be
able to resist asking questions.  You're good at that."

He sat down on a camp chair and made himself comfortable.  He
poured himself a drink and opened a bag of potato chips.

"This all started on a planet far, far away and long ago...okay,
not *that* long ago, but don't you think 'long ago' sounds so much
better for the beginning of a story?"

Lois stared at him stonily, not even attempting to gurgle
something through her gag.

"The people of this planet discovered that their whole world would
blow up in the not too distant future.  Two people did not want
their baby son to die in this catastrophe so they built a tiny
space ship so he would escape.  They sent him to the nearest
planet they identified as compatible to their species--where he
would be able to survive, grow and mature.  Through their
telescope they could see the planet which shone like a tiny blue
marble in the universe."  The cynical tone in his voice
intensified.  "Its inhabitants called it simply 'Earth.'"

Lois' reporter instincts were screaming at her that despite its
fairy-tale quality, the story this man was telling her was *true*.
She *had* to get out of here...to do an investigation.

"In 1966 the tiny spaceship arrived on Earth in Smallville,
Kansas, and the baby was discovered by two loving farm-type
people.  The boy thrived and grew to adulthood and discovered that
the yellow sun of his new world gave him special powers that he
could use for good or evil.  He chose good."  The man said the
word "good" as if he'd just touched a slimy substance.

"Then, as if having loving, adoring parents weren't enough of a
good thing, he met his soulmate in Metropolis.  They fell in love,
married and had children.  The descendants, of this Superman and
his beloved, formed Utopia."

The venom in the man's voice as he said "Utopia" sent a chill down
Lois' spine.

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Margaret Brignell
brignell@capitalnet.com
Ottawa, Canada
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"Ms. Lane, I come from Utopia...it's horrible.  Everyone is
unrelentingly good, everyone is blissfully happy, everyone is
fulfilled...it's enough to make a man *puke*.  So I decided to
change all that."

Lois was desperately trying to make sense of this, and memorize
the dates and places the man mentioned for future use.

"I met up with this naive author from the nineteenth century who
had a time travel machine and used them both to visit Smallville
in 1966 so I could kill the baby before he became too strong."

Lois' heart lurched.  She was too late.  This monster had killed
the baby.  She struggled to spit the gag out of her mouth, but
without success.

"However, Clark Kent and Lois Lane came back in time and rescued
the baby."

Lois blinked.  She hadn't even *heard* of Smallville, let alone
been there or rescued any babies...and who the heck was Clark
Kent?  This man *was* nuts.

"Oh, not *you* Lois...the other Lois, the one in the parallel
universe.  I admit I failed that time--so I formed another plan.
I think you'll like it."  He nibbled at a couple of chips.

Lois waited impatiently for the man to continue.  She wasn't as
sure that this story was true as she had been earlier, but she
wasn't convinced it was entirely false either.

"I wondered what would happen to the baby if he lost everyone in
his life that gave him the love and encouragement he needed to
become the Superman who created Utopia?  What if his parents were
killed because a truck driver had a heart attack at just the wrong
moment?"

Lois just stared at him.

"You, know Lois, the hardest part of that was popping through the
time window at *just* the right moment to scare that truck driver
into the next world.  Okay, it was really a potassium injection,
but, what the heck, the little tyke didn't even notice I was there
anyway.  He was too busy waving to his parents as they drove
towards him.  The driver was dead, and I was gone, before he even
realized there was a problem." The man chuckled.  "I love it when
a plan comes together."

"Did you know that everyone and everything impinges on everything
else?  No?  Well, it does.  Because the little boy had no parents
to love him he became dependent on the kindness of strangers."  He
grinned and took another swig from his drink.

"Only I made sure they weren't as prone to kindness as before
because I kept making nasty things happen to destroy people's hope
and confidence in the world around them.  It doesn't take much to
make the stock markets rocky...and killing the President and Vice-
President of a major world power does wonders for making people
paranoid."

Lois was stunned.  She was in the presence of the assassin that
the entire world was looking for.  She *had* to get out of here
and tell her story.  She *had* to.  *This* could be the story that
gave her the Pulitzer.

"I even brought in someone to help put a crimp in his present
relationship with Lana Lang.  The Claude I introduced to this
dimension was a serial rapist; in the other dimension, he was
merely a cad.  I found it an amusing irony that you exposed him.
I wasn't pleased at the time, but I have since come to realize you
did me a great service."  He smiled diabolically.  "You'll be
pleased to know that the man who would be Superman and Ms. Lang
are now on almost the same terms they were before, because you
exposed the Chameleon College Seducer.  It might even have negated
Superman's chances of connecting up with his true soulmate."  Lois
did *not* like the way the madman was smiling at her.  "Like I
said, I love irony."

"However, there's still the problem of this Superman meeting his
*true* love in Metropolis.  I can't take that chance.  I've worked
too hard.  So I'm taking care of that right now.  He'll be
interviewing for a job at the Daily Planet next month and I
wouldn't want him to meet *you*...now, would I?"

Lois held her breath.  Was he telling her that the man *she* was
intended to be with for the rest of her life was this stranger
>from another planet?

"I want to experiment a little more with what is needed to create
Superman--so I can destroy him in *both* worlds."  The malevolent
glint in the man's eyes was frightening.  He signalled for his
henchman to take the gag out of Lois' mouth and continued nibbling
on his chips.

When Lois finally had enough moisture back in her mouth to be able
to talk she asked, "Why are you telling me all this?"

"I'm a villain, Lois.  We *always* tell the victim what we're
going to do.  It adds to the suspense."   He bared his teeth and
laughed again.  The man's cackle was getting on Lois' nerves.
"Only, this time, the heroine can't use this to plan her escape,
because she's out here in the jungle and no Superman in sight."
He leered at her.

"Who *are* you?"

"In Utopia they call me Tempus...but *you* can call me John Doe."

Lois had a bad feeling about all this.  This man was pure evil.
She felt sorry for that strange visitor from another planet.  If
this man could kill world leaders what else was he capable of?
"This...Superman...What are you going to do to him?"

"That's on a need to know basis, Lois...and you won't need to
know--because you'll be *dead*!"

Lois blanched.  The last thing she saw was the man giving a
chopping hand signal.  She felt a sudden dull pain at the back of
her head, the room swayed and she fell into darkness.

                    *****

Metropolis, New Troy - May 1993
*******************************

Clark entered the lobby of the Daily Planet.  He had finally come
to the realization that he needed to put down some real roots.

He and Lana had discussed their future and mapped it out.  Clark
would come to Metropolis and get a job.  They would save up for a
wedding, get engaged and then get married.  Clark had called on
Professor Carlton for a reference and was now here to see Perry
White for an interview.

The elevator pinged as it reached the fourth floor.  The doors
opened to the noise and bustle of the newsroom.  He crossed the
newsroom floor to the glassed in office with "Perry White.
Editor-in-Chief" on the door.

He knocked on Mr. White's door and entered when commanded.  Perry
White was on the phone with what appeared to be a news agency in
central Europe.

When he got off the phone he said, "So, Mr. ...?"

"Kent.  Clark Kent."  Clark swallowed nervously as Mr. White
studied his resume.

"Yes. Kent.  Professor Carlton called me about you...he was
extremely complimentary.  That's why I said I would see you."

"I brought some samples of my work."

"Well, let's take a look..."  He raised his eyes as he read the
first item in the portfolio.  "The Borneo Gazette? 'Mating rituals
of the knob-tailed gecko'?  Now this I've got to read.  This can't
possibly be as boring as it sounds."

Mr. White spent the next few minutes reading the article and
making small sounds which Clark couldn't decide if they were meant
as approval or dismissal.  Finally, the suspense was over.

"This is a wonderful exposition on wildlife in Borneo as it
parallels human development.  Whatever made you give this article
a title like *that*?"  Mr. White flicked the top of the first
sheet in disgust.

Clark sighed.  "The editor was a stickler for keeping 'smut' out
of his newspaper."  Clark crooked his finger to indicate quotes.
"The only way you get anything 'racy' past him was to make it
sound as deadly dull as possible."

"Were you planning on trying to pull those kind of shenanigans
with me?"

"Er, no, Mr. White.  I don't see you as being the kind of editor
who would close his mind to reality...and insist his reporters do
the same."

"I'm glad you said that because I'm not.  And you're just the kind
of reporter that I like...spunk *and* initiative."

"Thank you, Mr. White."

"You're welcome.  Now, I want you to know that under normal
circumstances I wouldn't be able to hire someone with your kind of
experience right away.  However, I've just...just lost one of my
best reporters.  She was on assignment in the Congo.  I need
someone to fill her shoes.  I think you just might be able to do
that."

Mr. White got up out of his chair, walked around his desk and put
out his hand to shake Clark's.  "Welcome to the Daily Planet Mr.
Kent.  I hope you will have a long and promising career with us."

Clark was ecstatic.  He could hardly wait to tell Lana of his good
fortune.

                    *****

London, England - October 1993
******************************

She felt as if someone had filled her head with cotton wool.  She
had a dull headache and was having more than her usual difficulty
concentrating.  The doctor was humming slightly as he flipped
through her file.

"I see you've been here at the institute since May of this year.
You were in a terrible state when you arrived here--massive
contusions, a bullet wound in your left shoulder, a severe
concussion and loss of memory."  He looked up from the file.  "Do
you have any idea how you got all that?"

"I don't know.  I woke up here.  I sort of remember things clearly
after that but it's like there's this wall between me and
everything that came before."

"We ran a check of your fingerprints, but without success.  Are
you able to remember your name, now?"

"No.  I...I...can't.  People here mostly call me 'Miss.'"

"Well, we can't keep calling you 'Miss' for the rest of your stay.
We'll give you a temporary name, until you remember your own.
Would that be all right with you?"

She nodded, wincing slightly at the pain this induced.

"Very well. From now on you'll be known as Jane Doe."  The doctor
picked up a pen and started to note this down in her file.

"Joan.  Not Jane.  Joan Dough...d-o-u-g-h."

"You remember your name?"

"No...I...no, I don't.  There's a woman's voice telling me my name
is Joan Dough and I'm from Venus, Nebraska.  But I know it's not
true.  I don't know why...but's that what I hear."  She pressed
her fingertips to her temples.  She was getting one of those
really bad headaches she got whenever she tried to remember.

The doctor nodded and noted her statement in his file.  "We'll
check it out anyway.  This new information shows promise.  If you
*do* have relatives in Nebraska, they might be able to help us
find out who you are."

                    *******

...to be continued.

Last modified:      May 21, 1998

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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 22:05:32 EDT
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Well seeing as that I seem to be the first to respond...
 /me stands and waves. My name is Breezy, and I'm a FoLC. (I do have quite
the
large mouth) But the first thing that drove me to Lois and Clark was of
course
Dean, but after the initial jaw drop and drool flood I realized that the
show
was an excellent escape from real life, which at that time I needed. So it
has
become a safety blanket which is also very entertaining and good looking. :)
So it has kept me company through the thick and thin and the rest of the
FoLCs
have also supported me along the way, so thanks to everyone and the show.

Love you guys, you're the best.
   Breezy
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I have also lost this list. If its not to much trouble could someone please
sent me this if anyone has it?

Thanks alot

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Date:         Fri, 22 May 1998 22:54:24 EDT
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How I became a fan....I was in collage and the show was still on ABC.  I had
a
horrible weekend (trying to edit the semester end newspaper...not to mention
write two articles for it...and try to study for a labor relations final)
well
I was a little crabby
(to say the least) and one of my friends ordered a pizza took my arm and
made
me watch with him.  I too got hook on Dean Cains dimples....and that's how I
got started!
Ever since LC is my time to relax and let the world around me fall apart for
that hour or so.

Mar-
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I have seen many reponses to this on the list.  I am going on vacation
tomorrow, and  went no mail when I logged on.  As I was cleaning out my
mailbox, I noticed all of these responses.  I must be a real person, because
I
love reading L&C fanfic.

Barbara
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Hiya.  I'm a real person.  Well, I'm at least half human with the other
half Betazoid.  But I'm sure you didn't need to know that.
CU
Cleo
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Hmmm...How did it all begin, this abnormal addiction?  Well, I can
remember the advertisements for the new Lois and Clark show and how
excited I was.  I always loved the old black and white superman shows.
It's about the only thing my grandpa and I would agree to watch
together! (that and "Get Smart") I saw all the Superman movies at the
theater and after, the stories would aways linger in my mind!  I always
thought, "man I just love that Superman!"  I think I definitely had a
crush on superman (whoever played him) as a young girl!  So when this
90's version came out with Dean Cain!  Well I was definitly hooked!  I
can hardly stand to see Christopher Reeves and  Margo Kidder play those
parts now.  It just doesn't seem right some how!  And if the new Supes
movie ever does come out, I know I'm gonna have a real hard time with
that too, being as it wont have Dean and Terri in it!

Anyways, back to how I got hooked-- Sadly to say the business of life
and having a young child at the time L&C first came out, I never did get
to watch it at first! :( also because the channel came in horribly!:(  I
watched it fuzzy a couple of times and thought, man I HAVE  to remember
to watch this!  Then it wasn't until the episode where Clark asked Lois
to Mary him at Centenial Park, that I got to watch the whole thing and
was hooked!  I immediatly was so upset that I had missed all the
beginning ones, and began to watch it religiously ever since! Like
others I think it was a good escape from reality! ( I also would often
dream about flying after watching an episode, and that was fun! :)
<BG>)   I used to be  hooked on Star Trek the Next Generation, but now I
can't even get into that again or Voyager.  And I have never been so
addicted to a show before, especially when it's been over for a whole
year! And it's kinda getting irritating because it makes there be
nothing good on TV now!  I feel kinda stupid about this around my
family.  I'll be 30  in 2 months and I know they all think I'm so
silly!  What's wrong with me?!!! <g> And it's not just that wonderful
old Clark, I really enjoy Lois also!  It almost feels like something bad
happened to some very good friends!

Well sorry I 'babbled' on. But you asked!  :)

j-me
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Hi,

How did I become a FoLC?

Well, to be honest, I wasn't one at first.  My first passion is Star
Trek.  At the time, The Next Generation had finished it's last first run
episode and I was lost.  The DS9 series just didn't interest me all that
much.  Now I tolerate the show as a continuation of TNG.

Anyway, back on subject....  I had tuned in to ABC one night and saw
this show about Superman.  I liked what I saw but wasn't hooked just
yet.  After a few months I had lost my satellite signal due to a
lightning storm and couldn't afford to replace the computer chip.  A
year ago I moved into town and started to get cable programming.  I saw
that L&C was on TNT and decided to give another shot.  Before too long I
was taping the shows and watching them as often as I watched Star Trek.
The characters soon became like members of the family, so to speak.

And I have been watching ever since.

Ray <datah@epix.net>
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Sorry to mail this to the whole list, but AOL won't recognise Farah's
address!

I am real and would like to stay on the list.

Frances
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Having just watched the Superman 1 movie ( with Christopher Reeves ), I
asked myself a question :
Why on Earth, and not on Krypton is Kryptonite painful to Superman and
the other Kryptonians ( like Nor or Ching ) ????

neither Luthor in the movie nor Trask in the first season had good
reason to think that Kryptonite could kill Superman. So, how a piece of
stone from someones planet could hurt him? I really don't imagine Neil
Armstrong being killed on the Moon by a piece of Granite.

Has somedoby an explanation. How can the Kryptonite be harmful to
Kryptonians ?

never the less, that strangeness has never spoiled my pleasure to wath
the serie.

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Having just watched the Superman 1 movie ( with Christopher Reeves ), I
asked myself a question :
<BR>Why on Earth, and not on Krypton is Kryptonite painful to Superman
and the other Kryptonians ( like Nor or Ching ) ????

<P>neither Luthor in the movie nor Trask in the first season had good reason
to think that Kryptonite could kill Superman. So, how a piece of stone
>from someones planet could hurt him? I really don't imagine Neil Armstrong
being killed on the Moon by a piece of Granite.

<P>Has somedoby an explanation. How can the Kryptonite be harmful to
Kryptonians
?

<P>never the less, that strangeness has never spoiled my pleasure to wath
the serie.

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In a message dated 98-05-23 11:32:12 EDT, you write:

<< I
 asked myself a question :
 Why on Earth, and not on Krypton is Kryptonite painful to Superman and
 the other Kryptonians >>

>>Has somedoby an explanation. How can the Kryptonite be harmful to
Kryptonians ?<<<<

I don't know why either Trask or Lex (from the movie) would think a chunk of
the exploded planet would be  harmful to Superman, but now I'll bore you
with
why the comic book said so<g>

In the revamped Superman comics, the reason Krypton was about to explode is
because it had already become toxic to Kryptonians and was becoming
unstable.
After centuries of war using both chemical and bilogical weapons, and that
seeping into the soil mixing with native elements, the planet began forming
a
sustance known as "green death".   Jor-El discovered it, but much to his
surprise, the elders already knew about it, but had never told the populous
about this deadly substance, which, as it turned out, had already killed
over
a million Kryptonians since its formation.  Every Kryptonian was exposed to
the green death and was dying.  In other words, had Krypton not exploded,
the
inhabitants would have died anyway.  It's not just the old story of the
planet
exploding and not having time to leave the planet and go elsewhere, it
didn't
matter, no matter where they might have gone, they'd still be infected and
still be dying.  Sort of like someone being told they have AIDS, they could
go
anywhere, but the fact they still carried the fatal disease would not
change.

This brings us to Kal-El.  In the comics he was not born on Krypton.  He was
gestating in a matrix chamber (artificial womb) and in no way touched by the
toxic effects of the green death that was killing his parents and was making
Krypton unstable.  Jor-El put the matrix chamber containing his son into the
spaceship and launched it to Earth.  Kal-El was literally born to Martha and
Jonathan on Earth when they opened the matrix  chamber (as I said in another
post)  Martha and Jonathan had already been trying to have children,
unsuccessfully, and Kal-El's ship landed just before a blizzard hit the
Smallville area cutting most of the farmers off from the town until the
Spring
thaw (yeah, it's convenient, but so what ;)  When they finally returned to
town, they had a baby with them, and nobody questioned it (yeah, convenient
part 2, but so what part 2 ;)

That is why Kryptonite is toxic to Clark in the comics, because it already
was
toxic before he left ;)

Zoomway@aol.com
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HELP!!

Okay... here is the deal... several months ago there was a rumor that
someone
was making a comprehensive fanfic/nfic list.  It never materialized, so I
started one of my own.  It is going well, but if there is another one out
there, I would love to crossreference it with the 109 pages I have so far.
If
you are out there... please e-mail me.

Also, if you have in hand some fanfic that is no longer available (and I
might
not have, as I have only been at this for 6 months or so) then please get in
touch with me.  I want this to be as complete as possible.

In return for all your help, I will of course send you the complete list
when
I am done, and I will post it on my site as well for everyone to use as a
reference point.  I anticipate being done with a working draft within the
next
2 weeks, and I will announce it then.

Between here and there, if you can help me, please e-mail me privately.
Oh...
and whoever you are that had a list started (forgive me for forgetting who
you
are) please get in touch with me.  I don't care how disorganized what you
have
is, It should still be useful.

Thank you all for your time, and your help :)

Crystal Wimmer
JCWimmer@aol.com
CrystalW on IRC
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Date:         Sat, 23 May 1998 16:58:48 -0400
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Alright, I'll talk about myself, since you twisted my arm... <g>

I watched the Pilot when it first aired because my husband was a Superman=

fan and wanted to see how the TV show would handle things.  Well, actuall=
y,
I taped it - at the time, due to his job schedule, he couldn't watch
evening TV, so I taped shows for him.  I liked the Pilot, and I liked the=

characters alright, but I wasn't hooked.  Then I saw Strange Visitor, and=

the ending of that was so painful for poor Clark (and therefore, me) that=
 I
decided I didn't need this in my life <g>  I kept on taping it all first
season for the hubby, but I didn't really pay attention.  He'd watch them=

Monday mornings while I was getting ready for work, so I'd see bits and
pieces.  I'd never really been into Superman, and the whole "bitchy Lois,=

tortured Clark" motif really didn't attract me.  I remember seeing part o=
f
the Foundling, where Clark's only connection to home was stolen -- that
just seemed way too mean.

2nd Season (on ABC), I saw the beginning of Madam Ex - thought it was
horrible (and *who* was that strange person playing Jimmy??) and tuned ou=
t
for weeks.  I caught part of The Eyes Have It, and thought it was funny <=
g>
 I'd have come back the week after that, but I saw Lex Luthor in the
preview and tuned out post haste (thereby missing the Phoenix, which is
bad, but Top Copy would have scared me away again anyway)

I didn't get hooked until that spring, when I was bored & channel surfing=

-- I ran across the last 15 minutes of Tempus Fugitive.  I was mildly
interested in the Back to the Future rip-off, but electrified to realize
that Clark was using superpowers out of the suit!!  The villains knew who=

he was!  *Lois* knew who he was!!!  This was extraordinary.  After the ep=

ended, I immediately got online -- I was already on CompuServe, so I knew=

where to find info about the show.  The CIS FOLCs were wonderful in filli=
ng
me in and tantalizing me about the majority of the show I'd missed.  I wa=
s
*desperate* to see the rest of TF.  So desperate, in fact, that I posted =
a
note on my company's internal BBS, begging for a tape of the show.  To my=

amazement, it worked <g> and I got to see the whole ep.  Wow.  The show w=
as
doing something new and different - this I had to see.  I've been hooked
ever since.

Shortly after that, I discovered fanfic (woo-hoo!) and shortly after *tha=
t*
I started writing it... very badly at first <g> but I like to think
I've improved with practice.  And ... here I am :-)

PJ

!^NavFont02F07D20007MGHHND48F36

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  jernigan@compuserve.com / ChiefPam on the IRC
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should relax and get used to the idea." -- Robert A. Heinlein
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Date:         Sat, 23 May 1998 16:40:38 -0400
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From:         "Georgia E. Walden" <gwalde14@MINDSPRING.COM>
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At 02:26 PM 5/23/98 EDT, you wrote:
>In a message dated 98-05-23 11:32:12 EDT, you write:
>
><< I
> asked myself a question :
> Why on Earth, and not on Krypton is Kryptonite painful to Superman and
> the other Kryptonians >>
>
>>>Has somedoby an explanation. How can the Kryptonite be harmful to
>Kryptonians ?<<<<

Zoom replied:
>
>I don't know why either Trask or Lex (from the movie) would think a chunk
of
>the exploded planet would be  harmful to Superman, but now I'll bore you
with
>why the comic book said so<g>

<snip the comics stuff> ;)

I'm glad someone brought up this precise point - I'd been asking myself and
the occasional person when discussing the show the same question, but I've
never seen the topic addressed on the list.   In the movie Superman, Lex
(Gene Hackman) does give his line of reasoning to his partners in crime,
Otis and Miss Teshmacher, but I don't think it was all that convincing. <g>
What analogy to Earth toxins could have led Trask to his theory, or what
kind of information might have come his way in Bureau 39 that could have
made him think so?  I suspect that the author of the episode just took the
lore about Kryptonite as a given and didn't really think it was necessary
to provide an explanation, but I'd be interested in hearing anybody's ideas
about this.

Georgia

gwalde14@mindspring.com
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Date:         Sat, 23 May 1998 18:48:16 EDT
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Why Kryptonite has different effects on the earth than on Krypton....Earth
has
a yellow, Kryton has a red sun...so like Superman....the Kryptonite has a
different effects under the yellow sun.  As for why people are looking for
it....I beleive (althought not 100% certain) is that the Kryptonite was
found...and Clark (as Superman)had a strange reaction to it.

Mar-
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Date:         Sun, 24 May 1998 05:27:35 EDT
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In a message dated 5/23/98 3:03:06 PM Eastern Daylight Time,
JCWimmer@AOL.COM
writes:

<< Oh...
 and whoever you are that had a list started (forgive me for forgetting who
you
 are) please get in touch with me.  I don't care how disorganized what you
have
 is, It should still be useful. >>

Hehehe...
   Wouldn't it be funny if you were the one to think of the idea and you
just
remember reading your own e-mail? Just a thought, sorry.
  Wow am I talkative this weekend,
    Breezy
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Sorry guys,
   I apologize for doing multiple posts but just a realization... no one
said
that they were "real and they were spectacular." I guess I need to shut up
now
so I'll just sit in this corner and sing myself into a lurking coma.

Breezy
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Date:         Sun, 24 May 1998 05:35:44 -0600
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At 03:02 PM 5/23/98 EDT, Crystal W. wrote:
>HELP!!
>
>Okay... here is the deal... several months ago there was a rumor that
someone
>was making a comprehensive fanfic/nfic list.  It never materialized, so I
>started one of my own.  It is going well, but if there is another one out
>there, I would love to crossreference it with the 109 pages I have so far.
If
>you are out there... please e-mail me.

I suggest that you ask the authors of the Nfic for permission before
you put them and their work on your list, *particularly* if your list
is available to the general public. It's a privacy issue for this
kind of fanfic...

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
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Date:         Sun, 24 May 1998 23:22:26 +1000
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Wasn't one version of the story that the explosion of Krypton caused the
planet's fragments to alter and become radioactive in a way that
affected people of Kryptonian biology? I seem to remember that Argo City
(where Supergirl was born) was similarly affected and a lead shield had
to be developed.

Liz

Mar Brian wrote:
>
> Why Kryptonite has different effects on the earth than on Krypton....Earth
has
> a yellow, Kryton has a red sun...so like Superman....the Kryptonite has a
> different effects under the yellow sun.  As for why people are looking for
> it....I beleive (althought not 100% certain) is that the Kryptonite was
> found...and Clark (as Superman)had a strange reaction to it.
>
> Mar-
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Date:         Sun, 24 May 1998 16:35:40 +0000
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From:         Phillip Atcliffe <P-ATCLIFFE@WPG.UWE.AC.UK>
Subject:      Re: Kryptonite - Reply

As with so many things regarding Superman, the effects of Kryptonite depend
on which version of the story is current. Continuity changes (retcons) were
made
a number of times even before the Crisis, so exactly what happens depends on
the period when the particular story was written.

Originally (I think -- I'm going from memory here) Green K (let's forget
about the
other types at the moment) was always deadly to Kryptonians, super-powered
or not -- hence the need for the lead shield under the Argo City bubble.
Later, it
was decided that it would be... neat? interesting? whatever... if Superman
didn't
have to worry about green K if he was powerless, so they had to come up with
a
new type of K which affected non-super Kryptonians (and even humans?)
because Supergirl's origin was too closely tied to everyone in Argo City
dying
>from K poisoning. I forget what it was called -- the name "X-Kryptonite"
comes to
mind, but wasn't that the stuff that used to give Streaky his powers?

These days (post-Crisis) the stuff is just plain deadly to everyone. If you
don't
get dead from the special effects on Kryptonian biology (didn't it use to
attack
blood cells?), good ol' radiation poisoning will get you -- ask Luthor!

Phil, who really wishes that he could remember why K poisoning turned
Kryptonians green.
------------------------------------------------------------
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   (Or, So Long and Thanks for All the Fish!)
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Breezae wrote:

just a realization... no one said that they were "real and they were
spectacular."

Actually, *I* did, Breezy. I just chose to send the mail privately to
Farah as she asked. It was too good to pass up ;)

Tanya "EmmyRose"
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Date:         Sun, 24 May 1998 20:17:42 +0300
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How did I get interested?  Really simple.  Someone taped the Dr. Quinn
wedding, and I got the tape through a friend of a friend.  In the
meantime, I didn't know who to give it back to, so I began to watch the
rest of it.  And what should be on it?  The Season 2
finale/cliffhanger.  Let's just say I checked the TV Guide EVERY week
all summer to try to figure out when LnC was on in my area so I wouldn't
miss the season premiere!  And I've watched ever since....

In case anyone was interested....
Angie =)
PS:  turns out that back then they were still advertising the show, and
with all the full page ads and detailed promos, there was no way I could
have missed the 3rd season opener....
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I originally sent this to the wrong list... oops!  However, oddly enough, it
was the fanfic author's list, so it wasn't as off topic as it could have
been.
In any case... let's try this once more :)

>  Hello everyone... again ;)
>
>  It appears I spoke prematurely.  There will be NO comprehensive list.
The
> authors forbid it.  Sorry.
>
>  Let me explain... I don't mean that to sound glib.  I have received
NUMEROUS
> letters of authors that do not want to be on the list.  Either they no
longer
> write L&C, or they don't want their nfic known, or they just don't want to
be
> included... whatever.
>
>  I feel I must respect the rights of these individuals.  They have given
of
> their time and talent to share their stories with us, and it would be both
> irresponsible and a violation of trust for me to go against what they
want.
>
>  This is not one author... but 19 authors so far.  (I know... I had no
clue
> that this would be the response).  Their is no point of doing a "complete"
> list, and leaving off so many, so there will be NO list.  I repeat...
THERE
> WILL BE NO LIST!
>
>  I am so sorry that I worried so many people.  That was not my intent.
> Please accept my sincerest apologies (both those who didn't want the list:
I
> worried you; and those who did want the list: I'm sorry, I tried.)
>
>  Thank you for your time.
>  Crystal
>
>  (I will be in hiding now... I really did think it was a good idea...)

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From: JCWimmer <JCWimmer@aol.com>
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Hello everyone... again ;)

It appears I spoke prematurely.  There will be NO comprehensive list.  The
authors forbid it.  Sorry.

Let me explain... I don't mean that to sound glib.  I have received NUMEROUS
letters of authors that do not want to be on the list.  Either they no
longer
write L&C, or they don't want their nfic known, or they just don't want to
be
included... whatever.

I feel I must respect the rights of these individuals.  They have given of
their time and talent to share their stories with us, and it would be both
irresponsible and a violation of trust for me to go against what they want.

This is not one author... but 19 authors so far.  (I know... I had no clue
that this would be the response).  Their is no point of doing a "complete"
list, and leaving off so many, so there will be NO list.  I repeat... THERE
WILL BE NO LIST!

I am so sorry that I worried so many people.  That was not my intent.
Please
accept my sincerest apologies (both those who didn't want the list: I
worried
you; and those who did want the list: I'm sorry, I tried.)

Thank you for your time.
Crystal

(I will be in hiding now... I really did think it was a good idea...)

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I was reminded today that I always said I'd go and read the Krypton Club's
season 5 when *my* season 5 was over and done with ... but I find something
quite amazing (no, I haven't started to read the stories yet) ... "Full
Circle" is going to be a summer fic "Written by the TUFS Staff". My
question is to those TUFS people (and Crystal) -- are these fics one and
the same?????

Leanne

Leanne Shawler aka Volterra on IRC (volterra@sd.znet.com)
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From:         Kathy Brown <kbrown@TOOLCITY.NET>
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At 7:24 PM -0800 5/24/98, Leanne Shawler wrote:
>I was reminded today that I always said I'd go and read the Krypton Club's
>season 5 when *my* season 5 was over and done with ... but I find something
>quite amazing (no, I haven't started to read the stories yet) ... "Full
>Circle" is going to be a summer fic "Written by the TUFS Staff". My
>question is to those TUFS people (and Crystal) -- are these fics one and
>the same?????

Nope, just a coincidence (though, as an author, I always try to avoid
duplicating titles, myself ...).

I was confused when they released their last ep labeled "Season Finale"
when I knew this one was coming out, but I've since been told that they are
calling this summer one more like a "movie of the week", as oppposed to
being actually in the season itself.

Kathy

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Leanne Shawler wrote:
>
> I was reminded today that I always said I'd go and read the Krypton Club's
> season 5 when *my* season 5 was over and done with ... but I find
something
> quite amazing (no, I haven't started to read the stories yet) ... "Full
> Circle" is going to be a summer fic "Written by the TUFS Staff". My
> question is to those TUFS people (and Crystal) -- are these fics one and
> the same?????
>

Nope, they're not the same at all.   The TUFS episode is tenatively
scheduled to air around the end of June.  It's being co-written by all
ten TUFS writers, and then I have the unenviable job of trying to put it
together into a coherent story. <g>  But if the pieces come together
like I hope they will, it should turn out to be quite good.

Actually, we'd picked the title "Full Circle" months ago -- long before
Crystal's story began airing.  I suspect we'll either change the title
slightly or add a subtitle to it before it "airs" to make it clearer.

Full Circle really is a great title.  "The wheel is come full circle" is
>from Shakespeare's King Lear (5th act, 3rd scene).  It implies a
finishing, a completeness.
It could also refer to the Wheel of Fortune.  (No! Not the TV show!
<g>)  Just that luck can go from good to bad to good, or whatever.  Also
the Celtic "wheel" of life, which goes from birth through death, and
then begins again with the rebirth.  Lots of meaning in the phrase, so
I'm  not surprised that more than one person has chosen it for a title.

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Genevieve    (NightSky@erols.com) ; <http://www.erols.com/nightsky>

Hey, if the X-Files can finish their season with a movie, why can't
TUFS?
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At 07:20 PM 5/24/98 EDT, Crystal W. wrote:

>>  It appears I spoke prematurely.  There will be NO comprehensive list.
The
>> authors forbid it.  Sorry.

I think it's fair to say that your heart was in the right place :)

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
who appreciates your
enthusiasm!
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In a message dated 5/24/98 7:29:12 PM Pacific Daylight Time,
kbrown@TOOLCITY.NET writes:

> At 7:24 PM -0800 5/24/98, Leanne Shawler wrote:
>  >I was reminded today that I always said I'd go and read the Krypton
Club's
>  >season 5 when *my* season 5 was over and done with ... but I find
something
>  >quite amazing (no, I haven't started to read the stories yet) ... "Full
>  >Circle" is going to be a summer fic "Written by the TUFS Staff". My
>  >question is to those TUFS people (and Crystal) -- are these fics one and
>  >the same?????
>
>
>  Nope, just a coincidence (though, as an author, I always try to avoid
>  duplicating titles, myself ...).
>

Just for the record, the title was not chosen to duplicate the TUFS final
episode, but because it has a direct relation to the story... Remember the
song by Journey... I forget the title, but I think it is "The Search is
Over",
or something like that.  There are several lines that touched me in the
song,
among them... "we've come full-circle, love was right here all along," and
"now, at last, I hold you, our destinies are one"... both lines fit the
story,
and the time line circle.  That is why the title was chosen (oddly enough,
my
Circle of Life also duplicated someone elses title, and that was also
unintentional... further, the stories have no relation in subject... I just
can't win <bg>).

Anyway, I was far behind in my S5 and TUFS reading due to the length of my
Full Circle, so I wasn't even aware of the duplication until after I had
posted the story.  I apologize for the confusion, and I hope it didn't
offend
anyone.  If I had known, I would have changed the title, as I did with
Circle
of Life (it was placed in the archive as "In the Grand Circle of Life).

Thanks,
Crystal
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JCWimmer wrote:
>
> Just for the record, the title was not chosen to duplicate the TUFS final
> episode, but because it has a direct relation to the story...

And just for the record, although the TUFS writers knew the title as
going to be "Full Circle" we hadn't announced it anywhere when Crystal
started posting her story, so there is no way she could have "stolen"
it, or anything.  It's my fault, I suppose, because I saw the conflict
right away, and should have pointed it out to the TUFS group (most of
whom aren't on this list).  But it took us forever to agree to "Full
Circle" in the first place and I didn't want to reopen the discussion.
Besides, as a librarian, duplicate titles don't bother me that much.  I
guess I'm used to them.

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Layney wrote: "I was wondering...what brought you good (i assume)
people (i assume again) to the wonderful world of LC?  And why (as my family
asks me so very often) are you so absolutely head over heals with the show
and
its characters?"

     As for me, I was intrigued at the possibility of a "romantic" Superman
story... after watching so many movies, etc., with Lois and Clark NOT
interacting, it was refreshing to watch the chemistry play out on the small
screen, week after  <g> agonizing week.
     I began taping TV series back in 1985, when I got my first VCR. I still
have first-runs of a few shows that did not last, and some time when I get
off
the 'net, maybe I'll have time to view a few of them. Anyway, LNC was a
"must-
tape" for me from the get-go. I'll admit that since I got my PC in '94 that
I
haven't watched nearly as much as I had. Things change. People grow
(although
some of us still want to stay in neverneverland) and TV lost its appeal for
me
over time.
     HOWEVER, that notwithstanding, I still like the romantic appeal that
LNC
delivered. If any of you out there are fans of Remington Steele, or
Moonlighting, or Beauty and the Beast or ANY of those "Will they or won't
they, and if they do will it kill the series" series, you can understand
what
I mean. There is only so far the producers will go before there are no other
ideas they want to explore. "Strange New Worlds..." only lasts a while, and
the newness of it all tends to wear off. However (again) I have found that
where the imagination of the producers is lacking, the minds of fanfic
writers
everywhere are ready to take over. That's what keeps me reading fanfic. It's
also what keeps me watching LNC even when there is nothing new
(footage-wise)
produced.

Marie
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HI everyone!

I thought I was taping a L&C episode today but when I went back to check
it, there was some war time movie. :(  I don't happen to have a t.v
guide on me, besides it never works here in Hawaii, the times are all
wrong.  Does anyone know it they canceled it for today because of
memorial day? Is it supposed to pick up tomarrow where they left off
Friday?  Or if it's comming on at another time tonight?  I'm trying to
tape them all in order and I've had it so perfect, I don't want to botch
it up now! :(   Hawaii's time zone is 3 hours earlier than California,
just incase that info helps.

Thanx,
j-me
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TNT did not have Lois and Clark on today.  It'ss pick up tomorrow :)
Hope this helps

Mar
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At 1:19 PM -0400 5/25/98, Genevieve wrote:
>JCWimmer wrote:
>>
>> Just for the record, the title was not chosen to duplicate the TUFS final
>> episode, but because it has a direct relation to the story...
>
>And just for the record, although the TUFS writers knew the title as
>going to be "Full Circle" we hadn't announced it anywhere when Crystal
>started posting her story, so there is no way she could have "stolen"
>it, or anything.

I'm sorry; I didn't mean to imply that anyone had stolen anything.  I just
meant that as an author, I try to change the title of my fanfics if I find
they are too similar to a story someone else already released.  In this
case, TUFS potentially changing the title once Crystal's story got posted.
However, as Genevieve points out, that isn't always possible or desireable,
especially when the title says exactly what you want it to convey.

Kathy (musing the night away ...)

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Mar Brian wrote:

> >>>>TNT did not have Lois and Clark on today.  It'ss pick up tomorrow
> :)
> Hope this helps
>
> Mar<<<<

Yes this definitley helps!  Now I can rest easy instead of throwing a
fit!  Thanx Mar and thanx Nancy for checking your satalite listings for
me!  I agree, there isn't much else on t.v. these days! :(

Mahalo!

jamee
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What follows is bad. Just plain bad. We make no excuse for it...we can't. We
should probably be sorry, but we're incorrigible. If you must search out a
reason for why and how such a crime, a travesty, an embarrassment to
humanity
as this could happen, look to the decay of society, your present local
political climate, and the poor state of network television. We're just
trying
to keep up. Keep this in mind as well: If we aren't caught, tried and
convicted, we will probably become repeat offenders. Think about it.

BARBEQUE OR EXTRA CRISPY

By the alleged perpetrators: Nekanuq, zoomway, LissaCat, and chrispat, with
a
guest appearance by Demi

<Nekanuq>

The storm-tossed winds gusted and howled, more like wolves than they
sounded,
as Superman beat into the heart of the storm to escape the gusting, howling
storm in his own heart, which felt like wolves were eating away at it, at
the
thought of Lois Lane, the most precious love of his life, marrying Lex
Luthor,
his moral, mortal, morbid, more than dangerous, evil nemesis. The terrible
storm (the real one, not the one in his heart) was throwing the debris of a
ravaged land around like match sticks, and in all of it, Superman was
suddenly
a breast of a poor, bedraggled chicken, which if it weren't for the storm,
would have been a flightless bird on the ground. The other storm (the one in
his heart) tossed the debris of his emotional upheaval around like
toothpicks,
stabbing at his broken heart as if from the inside, like acupuncture
needles.

"Hey, chicken," Superman said, "You look how I feel."

<zoomway>

The chicken didn't answer, except mentally in Superman's head and said it
understood how totally bad Superman was feeling right now. Like a Colonel
Sander's day, and his beak seemed truly sadly expressive of that. Superman
cradled the chicken in his arms and wished it was Lois, but he knew he'd
never
fly with Lois again cradled in his arms, so the chicken would have to do.
He
took the chicken all the way to Kansas where he grew up as a boy (Superman,
not the chicken). When Superman got home to Kansas, he gave the chicken to
his
mom, Martha Kent, not his real mom who was dead a long time ago when Krypton
exploded, but the nicest mom in the whole world who didn't blow up and told
her the chicken was a pet, and not for barbequing.

<Demi>

Wickedly, the wild wind whipped wildly through the tangled, twisted,
turned-up
treetops, tumbling like tiny turnips over Superman's tasteless toupe and
forcing the chattering chicken, still chilly from flight, to crow as though
he
weren't really in drag. But there was nothing left of the smoldering,
simmering sandblasted soul of Superman's Kryptonite mother now, and so he
mourned.  (Superman, not the chicken).  Mourned for mornings of breakfast
sausages and chicken soup.  He tightened his grip on the chilly, reminder of
Lois, who wasn't a chicken, but then again, neither was he.

<Nekanuq>

Superman (not the chicken) flew off after leaving the chicken (not Superman)
with his mother (not his mother), to go back and howl at the storm, that
tore
at his heart like angry wolves.

<LissaCat>

Lois had noticed that the Man of Steel hadn't come to visit lately. She
wondered if he knew that she was sacrificing herself to Lex to make up for
the
deep, dank, dark pit left in her heart, with the knowledge that she could
never have him. Lois felt the wild and whipping winds (they reached farther
than Superman had realized) and as she stood like a princess in a tower on
Lex's balcony. She looked down, and to her surprise, she saw a chicken
flying
up through the air (not Superman's chicken, another chicken). Of course,
Lois
was more concerned about the safety of the chicken more than her own, so
naturally she climbed on top of the balcony rail to try and catch the
chicken
and bring (him? her?) out of the wild, whipping, willful, wicked wind.

She almost reached the chicken when (predictibly) she lost her footing on
the
railing and...

<chrispat>

Lois flailed her arm wildly as she fell through wild, windy, blustery air.
She
kept her arm wrapped around the chicken.(not Superman's chicken. Her
chicken)
and screamed her heart into the wind.

"Help, Superman."

Superman heard the scream with his heart as he flew through the turbulent,
tossing clouds.
He flew faster than a speeding bullet to catch his love before she crashed
into the waiting ground, just missing a taxi. As he lowered her to the
drenched and soggy pavement, he clutched his heart and screamed, "Oh no!
Kryptonite!"

<zoomway>

Lois put down the chicken (hers, not Superman's) and put her hands on
Superman's S. "For real, Superman? Kryptonite?"

Superman looked at her sternly, not because she'd put down the chicken which
was now lost in traffic and in worse danger from the storm, but because she
touched his S like she meant it. "No, Lois, not *real* Kryptonite, that
green
deadly rock from my planet that exploded and my parents (not the Kents) sent
me here, but *you!*"

Lois looked surprised like when you step off a curb you think is really
higher
than it is, but it isn't, so you kind of stumble and look surprised. "Are
you
comparing me to Kryptonite, Superman?" she asked sadly.

"Yes, Lois, Kryptonite of the heart. It's like when we were told in school
not
to chew on our pencils because of lead poisoning but we thought the teacher
meant the graphite part not the lead in the paint."

Lois nodded knowingly. "So we thought it was safe to keep chewing the paint
part as long as we didn't chew the graphic and we were getting sick like I
make your heart sick like Kryptonite makes your body sick."

"Exactly!" Superman said sternly and folded his arms over his S so she
couldn't touch it anymore.

Lois was confused like she was still caught in the wind that whipped around
the Lex penthouse building, her mind was a cyclone of emotions that could
pierce a telephone pole like a straw could in a hurricane like she'd seen on
the Discovery Channel.  "Why are you saying these mean things to me,
Superman," she cried but her tears were mixed with the rain so Superman
couldn't tell.

Superman had to be careful, he forgot Lois had turned him down as Clark
Kent,
her partner at the Daily  Planet when he confessed his love for her and not
Superman who she confessed her love to, but he got mad and flew away, so
Superman had to think fast. "You broke Clark's heart, and that made me mad,
he's my friend and Lex isn't and he's bad." (Lex, not Clark)

<Nekanuq>

"Oh, Superman! How can you say that???" Lois wailed into the wild wailing
wind
that was wrestling her hair into a Half Nelson. "When you say things like
that, it's like my own Kryptonite, but I mean, not MY Kryptonite, but a
Kryptonite type thing that would hurt me, like Kryptonite hurts you! And
it's
a terrible thing when Kryptonite hurts you, so just think what it would do
to
me? I mean, a Kryptonite type thing to me, of course."

Superman stood in the street, up from the sidewalk, down from the curb, in
front of Lois, behind some parked cars, steely. His eyes were steely, his
arms
were steely, he looked just like the Man of Steel would look, if he were a
steel statue.

"Lois! I would never hurt you! Why do you say things like that that hurt my
feelings?" And Superman plopped down in the street, in the middle of the
typhoon like storm that was eating up his heart. And started crying.

Not blubbering like a little kid crying when he skins his knee, because he
was
Superman, you know, and Superman could never get a skinned knee, unless
someone made some sort of scraper thing with some Kryptonite they found and
scraped Superman's knee with it.

Then Lois was sad, because Superman was sitting in the middle of the street
with cars whizzing all around him, and she thought that didn't look like the
best place to sit, in the middle of the street, and it made her want to hug
him.

<LissaCat>

Superman, oblivious of the cars and the chicken (Lois' chicken, not
Superman's) still floating around, continued to sob. He heard Lois say
something or other, but through the haze in his head and the whipping,
whistling, whining wild wind, he was unable to hear her. He chose not to use
his superhearing, too.

For a moment, Lois really couldn't decide who needed more attention....her
chicken or Superman (who was kind of acting like a chicken, in some ways).
Then she realized the cars wouldn't hurt Superman, but would hurt the
chicken,
so she blindly ran into the street to save the chicken. Again.

Through the torrent of tears that teamed in Superman's eyes, and the
shattering sounds that so broke his concentration, he didn't even realize
what
was going on. Fortunately, the chicken [the chicken chicken, not Superman]
was
behind Superman. So when the oncoming car that careening for Lois traveled
down the street, it hit Superman first, which immediately stopped it [the
car,
not Superman].

Lois shrieked in surprise, which came at about the same time Superman
decided
to re-activate his superhearing. So now he was super deaf in one ear.

<chrispat>

Superman grabbed Lois, surprising another shriek out of her and deafening
his
other ear.
He flew up into the tossing, turbulent, shrieking wind. It was a good thing
he
was deaf.
He flew faster than a speeding bullet to his apartment and landed on his
tastefully decorated balcony.

Lois finally caught her breath. "What are we doing here, Superman?"

"Huh" Speak up. I can't hear you."

Lois screamed in his shell like ear." I SAID, WHY ARE WE AT CLARK"S
APARTMENT?"

"Huh?"

Lois gave up and stalked like a panther into Clark's bachelor decorated
living
room. Superman followed in a romantic daze. He was going to tell her his
big,
earth shaking, really secret secret right now, but he wished he could hear
her
bell like voice.

Lois was grumbling as she followed the love of her life, even if he didn't
know it. She suddenly remembered the chicken. Her chicken, the one she had
saved, but they had left it in the street to be run over by whizzing
taxicabs
and limos like the one Lex had. She caught up with Superman just as he
opened
his secret, but not from his real parents, his Kansas parents, closet.

<zoomway>

Superman turned and looked at Lois, she was so beautiful, he suddenly felt
his
boots filling up with wetness, but that's because his cape was still really
wet and was dripping.  He had to tell her the secret, so he could get it
over
with and have Lois love him in glasses or a cape or even a wet cape, just so
she'd love him, but Lois stared in the closet and was shocked, almost
electrically so.

"Superman," she said in that voice that was soft and not yelling, but
Superman
couldn't hear her, but could read her luscious, glistening lips that looked
like mandarin orange slices on a beautiful saucer which was her face.

"What, Lois?" He queried.

"What are your costumes doing in Clark's closet in a secret compartment that
I've never seen before as many times as I've been here even when Perry White
was hiding there?"

"Lois, I can read your lips, but that was harder than I thought."

Lois who didn't want to repeat what she'd just said because she couldn't
remember all of it anyway, walked over to the costumes and pointed to them
and
shrugged. A light bulb went on over Superman's head like happens in cartoons
and he said "Oh, you want to know what my costumes are doing in Clark's
closet
in a secret compartment that you've never seen before as many times as
you've
been here even when Perry was hiding there...right?"

Lois nodded as if to say yes, and so Superman said "There's a good reason
for
that, Lois," he said and made a pregnant pause which hasn't anything to do
with pregnancy oddly enough. That pause was frightening to Lois, there were
so
many reasons his costumes could be in Clark's closet, but none of them
seemed
good and one seemed truly disappointing. "I have my costumes in this closet
because it is *my* closet, Lois."  Lois's eyebrows started worming their way
up her forehead. "Your closet?  Does he share the dresser too?"  Superman
laughed, but that kind of ironic laugh that isn't laughing 'ha ha' but the
kind of 'man, does she need puppets now?' kind of laugh.

"No," his voice thundered rivaling the real thunder outside and even the
chicken (Lois's, not Superman's back in Kansas with his mom, not the one who
blew up on Krypton) "This is my closet, my floor, my couch, my TV, my
bookshelf, my.."  "Okay, okay," Lois sighed, "It's all yours, Superman, so I
guess that means Clark moved away when I broke his heart, and he's
subletting?"

<Nekanuq>

Loises face was beat red, (not beet like the vegetable), but like she'd been
beat up, which, in a way, was how she felt, all beat up inside, trying to
figure all this stuff out. Which was better than being all beet up inside,
because then when you go to the bathroom, everything's just all red. And
that's gross. So she was almost happier she was beat up, instead of beet
looking, but it wasn't helping her figure out where her poor chicken was.

Anyway, Superman was talking, and so she should listen. "Lois, if I'm
subletting Clark's apartment, because you broke his heart, then I'm
subletting
his heart, too, because mine's broken inside, like it was punctured with
acupuncture needles, as previously mentioned in a previous part of this
story."

"Oh, Superman, why is your sublet heart broken and punctured? Do you need a
transplant? I don't know where we can get another alien heart, but I saw on
the Discovery Channel where baboon hearts are pretty close."

Superman shook his head from side to side, first to the right side, because
even though he was from another planet, he was right-handed, like 90% of
Earth
people, and then to the left, because that was the other side he could shake
his head to, and he had to shake his head, because Lois didn't get it.

"Lois, my heart is broken like a Ming vase (he said vase the snobby way,
"vaaahhhz" like he was some high-falutin' kind of guy that thought vaaahhzes
were better than vases which rhyme with bases), It's broken because you
broke
it, like you broke Clark's."

"I didn't break you heart, you broke mine!" Lois cried loudly, even though
they were inside out of the storm where the wind whipped and wailed like
banshees on a bad hair day. "And you lost my chicken!" Lois poked him in the
chest, like someone who pokes someone to make a point.

"Oh no, Kryptonite!" Superman cried.

<LissaCat>

Superman blew a small stream of air at her to push her away. "Tempus was
right! You are galactically stupid!"

Lois looked at him puzzled. "Who in the world is Tempus? You're pulling
weird
names out of thin air now?"

Superman smacked himself in the forehead, but not hard enough to cause
himself
any damage. "Of course...you don't remember Tempus yet. That hasn't
happened...won't happen for another two years yet. Oh, what have I done?!"

"Why is this person calling me galactically stupid? Because of my chicken,
which you have lost?"

Superman was very, very, very tempted to give up and just let Lois remain
galactically stupid. And she wouldn't give up on this chicken! He wished her
chicken was safe like his chicken was, back in Kansas, with his Earth
mother,
not his Kryptonian mother, so they could just get past that issue.

In the silence, Lois began to poke Superman again, waiting for her
explanation
as to why this stranger who she had no clue about was calling *her* of all
people galactically stupid.

"Ah! Kryptonite!" He moved back and away. "You need to stop doing that,
Lois.
You'll never get an answer out of me if you keep poking me."

"Look, you can either get your chicken back, or get your explanation as to
why
you're being called galactically stupid. I can't do both at once. So, which
shall it be?"

<chrispat>

"The chicken," Lois answered without hesitation.

Superman sighed. "Somehow, I knew that's what you would say." He scooped
Lois
up and flew her, again faster than a speeding bullet, to where they had seen
the chicken last.

They arrived just in time to see Nigel, Lex Luthor's valet or majordomo, or
whatever the hell he was scoop up the chicken and put it into Lex's limo.

Lois clutched Superman around his muscular, but not too muscular neck.
"Oooh,"
she squealed, deafening the nearest ear, "Lex has the chicken. He'll take
care
of it."

Superman looked at Lois. This was the woman he loved? The one he wanted to
spend the rest of his life with? The one he wanted to bear his children? He
looked again. Her luscious lips were inches from his cheek. Her soft breasts
were pressing into his chest. His hands were cradling her thighs. Oh yeah.
This was what he wanted. Who cared if she was galactically stupid? Who cared
if she thought a weasel like Luthor was a real philanthropist?

She was the woman he loved. "Lois, the chicken is safe for now." He had
visions of Lex asking Asabi to barbeque it. He could always get another
chicken. She wouldn't know the difference.

"Lois, there's something you should know." He let go of her long enough to
spin into his Clark clothes, forgetting they were airborne in a raging
storm.

Lois plunged earthward , screaming loud enough to wake the dead. "Oops,"
Clark
said and plunged after her, catching her just in time to avoid another taxi.

They landed in the middle of the street as the traffic screeched around
them,
causing fender benders everywhere. "Oooh. I get it," Lois squealed. "You're
Clark."

<zoomway>

"Are you surprised?" Clark asked apprehensively and partially defensively
because he was utterly in the open like.  He did have to pick her up and
carry
her to the sidewalk after flying debris from the many car wrecks were
scratching her up here and there though.

"Clark, I love you!" She blurted with enthusiasm as she stanched the flow of
blood from one of her flesh wounds.

"Are you just saying that because you know I'm Superman too?" He asked in a
boyish way and that was good because he wasn't girlish in any manner.

She kissed him hard. She kissed him really really hard, so hard that his
soft
full lips parted, and Lois was able to jab her tongue into his mouth as if
to
say, this bud's for you! Clark's head was spinning, figuratively speaking or
Lois's tongue would have been cut off. Lois pulled from the kiss
breathlessly
and the sound was like a plunger unclogging a sink, it would have stopped
traffic if the many accidents hadn't done that already. "Well, Clark, does
it
matter if I love you just because you're Superman?"

"Who's Clark?" He asked, and reset the plunger.  They lived a lie, but they
lived it happily ever after.

THE END
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Badfickers:

I applaud you for this wonderful story about the chicken (not Lois') and
Superman's really really deep like the movie "Deep Impact" love for his
heroine (not the drug) Lois Lane who loved him back, like, a lot.  It
made my heart skip a beat like on those heart monitors, except without
scaring all those doctors.  Only one scared is me after reading this
reply over ;)

Sincerely, in a totally non-fake way,

Tanya "EmmyRose"
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LOL you all must have had a hard time getting through this while picking
yourself up off the floor and wiping those tears.

Kate
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At 3:04 AM -0400 5/26/98, EmmyRose wrote:
>Badfickers:
>
>I applaud you for this wonderful story about the chicken (not Lois') and
>Superman's really really deep like the movie "Deep Impact" love for his
>heroine (not the drug) Lois Lane who loved him back, like, a lot.  It
>made my heart skip a beat like on those heart monitors, except without
>scaring all those doctors.  Only one scared is me after reading this
>reply over ;)

Bravo, Tanya!!  Nicely done response (and I don't dare try to repeat it
with one of my own. <g>)

One word of warning to readers however.  Don't try reading serious fanfic
for a day or two after reading this badfic.  You'll find your reading of
that next one colored.  Trust me.   I had the misfortune to try to edit one
of my fanfics immediately after this. Big mistake.  I kept trying to add
things like "Clark hung up the phone (but not the chicken)."  <vbg>

My highest recommendation for this Badfic!

Kathy

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In a message dated 98-05-26 08:02:17 EDT, KCrane1865@AOL.COM writes:

<< LOL you all must have had a hard time getting through this while picking
 yourself up off the floor and wiping those tears.
  >>

I should say here that we badfic writers owe a debt of gratitude to X-Files
fanfic writers who actually have a page dedicated to bad fanfic<g>  It is so
bad that we have decided it must have been written badly on purpose and is
like that yearly contest to find the worst opening line in a novel.  I think
it is a tribute to the author of the immortal line, "It was a dark and
stormy
night"<g>   If we ever have an award for 'badfic' we can all it the 'Wanda'
;)

Zoomway@aol.com (we'll try and post the next time we decide to have a
'badfic'
writing session for those who would like to take the deep plunge ... "off
the
deep end, Mr. Scott." ;)
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*just a reminder that this is purely intention bad writing.

                                        --Tanya :)

The One Where He Flies--a badfic by EmmyRose (Tanya)

It was a really windy night and Superman's cape was flapping in the air,
like a bird or a plane but it really *was* Superman.  His boots were
kinda heavy on his feet which was strange because usually stuff like
that doesn't bother Superman.  His supersenses wondered if Kryptonite
might be near (but not floating around 'cause that would be too weird).

>From high up in the starry sky, Superman could see Lois Lane's
apartment.  It was a little messy. *Gee, Lois.  Clean much?*  It gave
him a little hesitation, like when you open a can of Dr. Pepper and you
don't know if it's going to foam up.  Gently, softly, slowly, smoothly,
like a graceful dove, Superman lowered himself to Lois' apartment.
Thing is, Lois didn't see Superman coming so she fell hard and really
bad on the floor.  She bumped her head which gave her a big headache.

*I bet she's gonna lose her memory. Darn!* Superman thought it was all
over for him.  Now he'd never score with Lois.

Lois opened her big double-double cappucino colour eyes and blinked.
Her eyelashes were still sticky from that mascara from the 80s retro
party the night before.

"Wanna cruise, Lois?"

Lois looked around for a car but didn't see one.  Maybe it fell when
Superman crashed onto her.  "How about we fly instead? Do you need a
license?"

"Nah, we're good."

Lois smiled a bright smile, like the smile of a really happy little
girl, only older.  Her teeth were shiny and a whiter shade of pale and
she felt a little dazed and confused, wanting to climb some sort of
stairway to heaven in a purple haze.

Superman grabbed Lois like she was the last coke in the case and picked
her up. He noticed she had been putting on some weight. "I've noticed
you've been putting on some weight."

Lois thought that was a bit forward. "That was a bit forward".

Superman felt really really sorry for being such a lunkhead. "Superman
felt really really sorry for being such a lunkhead."

Both froze and Lois looked strangely at Superman. "Why'd you say it like
that?"

Superman paused. "EmmyRose made it sound so nice I thought I'd say it
too."

Lois thought that was kinda cheesy, not like mozzarella, her favourite
cheese but like Camembert or that blue mouldy cheese, a smelly cheese.
But she thought flying would be really cool.

And so they flew. Flew, flew high in the sky.  So very very high in the
sky.  The sky was where they flew....high.  The stars were particles in
the atmosphere. Lois had allergies but was feeling okay. That because
there wasn't any pollen so high up in the sky.

"Kiss me, Superman. Kiss me like it's the last time. Or the first time.
Whatever."

Superman started thinking long and hard. Should he kiss her like the
first time or the last time? He thought about it so deeply, like Hamlet,
(only everyone lives in this story) and he let Lois fall from his arms.
Down she felt into the black dismal lifeless ebony darkness that was the
sky.  Downwards and further downwards until Lois couldn't really say she
was high in the sky anymore.  Actually, the only thing Lois could say
sounded like *Melt, Superman*

Superman thought Lois was silly 'cause she knew he was invulnerable.
Melt? But even silly women must be saved.  He scooped her up like two
scoops of raisins in a package of Kellogg's Raisin Bran.  Then he kissed
her like the middle time 'cause he couldn't decide whether to kiss her
like the first or last time.

THE END.

LOL! Long live badfic.  I think I'm going to be sick. ;)
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That was sooo funny!!!  I really enjoyed the laugh!  I agree "Long Live
Bad Fic!!"  I imagine if *I* tried to write a serious fic, this is how
it would turn out!

I agree, it will be hard to get into a serious frame of mind now to read
a normal fanfic!  Thats okay though, thanx for the laugh!

impatiently waiting for some more!
j-me
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Since this was a long weekend, I thought I'd spend part of it doing
something I haven't done much of lately -- read non-S5 fanfic.
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I think I read Chris' story, "Meet Me In Kansas City," last year, but when
I went on the Kerth Awards website and saw that she had won awards in six
categories, I felt I should really go back and take a look at that story
once again. Six categories!

Well, anyway...  what a tome!  I thought *I* wrote long stories.  You
really do take the cake.  It was quite a nice cake though.  A very good
alternative look at an L&C beginning, which did a fine job of capturing
both Clark and Lois' anxieties over forming a relationship.  This is one
those stories that goes into great detail over Lois and Clark's thoughts
about love and trust and about each other.  Not as much action as a
"Superman" story, but enough not to leave one longing for it to pick up the
pace.

I think the part that touched me the most was the "goodbye scene," which
moved from the hotel to  the airport.  I really felt the unhappiness
between the couple, and I don't think you would have had to be an L&C fan
to feel those emotions.  Definitely made me sniffle.

The two things that were questionable for me - and, frankly, only two
things in such a long story is pretty good -- were the very beginning where
Lois seems to fall for Clark at first sight.  (Actually, even falling in
love with Clark over three or four days, seemed a bit too quick for Lois.)
Considering all her emotional scars, all her doubts, all that we know of
Lois, this didn't ring as true for my understanding of this character.  One
of the things that got me about Lois was how she wasn't bowled over by the
"innocent" Kansas charm of our Mr. Kent, nor his undeniable good looks.
For all of Clark's supposed lack of awareness of his own attraction, I
think he, too, was a little taken aback which was evident in the pilot
episode (i.e., the eyes he made at her during their Chinese dinner without
result, the attempts to impress her at the Ball, etc.).  In fact, I believe
Lois' seeming invulnerability to his charms was probably a factor in
Clark's initial attraction to her.  Compare it to his effect on Cat and Dr.
Baines -- the only two women with whom we get to compare her to at that
point.  Of course, Clark is painted a bit differently in this story than he
appears in the first episode.  He seems a lot more vulnerable, unaware and
genuine than he appeared in the pilot.  Although deeply skittish and easily
hurt, both seemd to be more softly drawn  in "Meet Me in Kansas City".  I
guess that's why we call this an alt story<g>.

The second thing that I found a little odd was Lois' reaction when Clark
tells her he's an alien.  After an initial reaction of disbelief, which
lasts a page or two, she begins to buy his explanation on rather flimsy
evidence.  If Superman had already existed in the story you created, I
think that that might have been okay.  But, as far as Lois is concerned,
aliens are a complete fantasy.  There are no flying men with super powers.
And, considering that she has only known Clark for a couple of days, she
should probably have thought, 'Okay, if I had wanted to find something
wrong with this guy, this is it.  He's a complete and total loon!"  At
least, Lois should have asked Clark to prove his claim right there.
Instead, he leaves and she ... looks for him!  At that point, I would have
been thanking my lucky stars the guy left, bolted the door, and dialed the
sanatorium -- "Kansas City Mental Hospital....  There's a guy roaming
around my hotel.  Quite nice looking, but brother, is he two cans short of
a six pack!! ; )

Anyway, I did like the story a great deal as it is written very well and is
terribly romantic.  I hope to see more -- all of which will blow anything I
have written out of the water, I'm sure.  Hmm.  Maybe I shouldn't encourage
you.<g>  Yeah, Chris, take a vacation and rest on your laurels.

Well, I read at least four other stories this weekend:  Genevieve's TUFS
episode, Genevieve and Pat's TUFS episode and two of Margaret's stories.
I'll post my thoughts in the hope that other people will post theirs when
they read a story -- whether these or not.

Sandy
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Thanks, Sandy, for something new on the list!  I know that authors LIVE for
feedback, but most of it (probably a good thing, though, if you ask *any*
author  :) goes directly and privately to the author.  It's nice to read
reviews here, IMO, because it not only encourages others to go out and read
a great fanfic (as Chris' MMiKC is... it's one one my personal favs :), but
it also helps the writers--or potential writers--on this list to know what
to watch out for, or what makes a good fanfic great, and then to incorporate
that little piece of knowledge into their own stories.

So, thanks for the ideas and review!
Erin :)
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Hi all.  Sorry to post twice and take up space in your email box. :P  But I
think Zoomie had a great idea:

>>I should say here that we badfic writers owe a debt of gratitude to
X-Files
fanfic writers who actually have a page dedicated to bad fanfic<g>  It is so
bad that we have decided it must have been written badly on purpose and is
like that yearly contest to find the worst opening line in a novel.  I think
it is a tribute to the author of the immortal line, "It was a dark and
stormy
night"<g>   If we ever have an award for 'badfic' we can all it the 'Wanda'
;)  <<

Why not include a new category for "badfic" at next year's Fanfic Kerth
awards?  Especially if there are going to be a bunch of them written this
year??  Maybe someone should suggest it to those in charge of the awards
next year. <g>

Erin :)
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At 4:46 PM -0600 5/26/98, Erin Klingler wrote:
>Why not include a new category for "badfic" at next year's Fanfic Kerth
>awards?  Especially if there are going to be a bunch of them written this
>year??  Maybe someone should suggest it to those in charge of the awards
>next year. <g>

A fine idea, Erin, assuming there are people who submit them as such.  I,
for one, would not want the task of notifying the various authors if they
never specified.

"Congratulations! You've been nominated in the badfic category for this
year's Kerths!!  Oh ... you didn't mean it to be badfic?   Wow, I'm really
sorry about that ... we just assumed that no one would write that way
except on purpose."

Kathy <g>

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TUFS, Episode #23: "Behind Every Woman" E-Mail 1 of 3
By Kat Picson (Kat5107@aol.com) and Craig Byrne (CraigByrne@aol.com)
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        The double doors to 438 Hyperion Avenue swung open, and Clark Kent
led his
pregnant wife into the living room.  Lois Lane was hobbling into the room on
crutches, her left leg raised slightly off the ground.
        "Easy, Lois," Clark warned.  He placed his hand on her back.
        Lois grimaced at the pain that shot through her ankle..  "Thanks,
Clark."
She sat down on the couch, and Clark took a throw pillow from the couch,
placed it on the coffee table, and then gently placed her injured foot on
it.
        Clark watched as Lois rested her head on the back of the couch and
closed her
eyes.  He had been quiet on the "flight" to the hospital since Lois was in
so
much pain, but she was fine now.  Since the doctor had said it was a mild
sprain, she would only need the crutches for the next week or so.
        "I can't believe it!" Lois exclaimed, lifting her head and staring
at her
foot in disbelief.  "I've been so careful these past eight months, and I
trip
in the kitchen."
        Clark sat down next to her, put his arm around her shoulders and
kissed her
cheek.  "You were also in the kitchen in the dark, at three in the morning,
getting your nightly snack of anchovy and crackers."  Lois glared at him,
partly because she was embarrassed he knew her secret and partly because she
resented him for never having the problem of being injured.  Clark smiled.
"It's OK.    The baby's not due for another month, and you won't have the
crutches for more than a week."
        Now Lois couldn't help smiling either.  Her baby -- *their* baby --
was
coming soon!  She felt butterflies and trepidation all at once.  But she
looked at her husband and her worries disappeared -- for now.  His smile
always seemed to have that effect on her.
        Lois leaned over and kissed Clark's lips.  "I love you," she
whispered,
"for always knowing the right thing to say."
        Clark pretended to look embarrassed, but he kissed her back.  "Well,
I'm kind
of speechless now ..."

* * * * * * * * * * *

        "Captain's Log, Stardate 43215.5 ..." spoke Bill Church Jr. into a
microphone.  He sat alone in a boardroom in the basement of one of his Cost-
mart discount stores.
        "It's been a few months since I was released on lack of evidence,"
Bill said
to the recorder.  "Idiots," he snickered.  "I got out with the help of a
woman
named Dominique Cox.  She was *supposedly* running Intergang from inside the
big house, and orchestrated Mindy's takeover of Intergang in the first
place.
When she saw things looking a little too hot, and Mindy was sure to get
caught, I was brought in.  What a woman."  He shook his head as if
overwhelmed
but continued.
        "Now it's my turn to return the favor.  Mrs. Cox tells me there's
something
amiss in one of her legit holdings, and if we can take care of that problem,
we'll be able to fund our other ...  'projects.'"
        There was a knock on the door.  "There she is," he said before
pressing
"stop" and putting the recorder in his top desk drawer.
        The door opened, with a square of light casting shadows into the
dark room.
At the center of the light stood a dark, beautiful woman.  Her wavy black
hair
had been straightened and pulled into a stylish, sophisticated chignon, and
she wore a tan linen suit.  Dominique Cox looked stunning despite the four
years she had spent in prison.
        "Ready to go with the plan?" Mrs.  Cox asked slyly.
        "I thought you'd never ask."

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THE UNAIRED FIFTH SEASON
Episode #23
"BEHIND EVERY WOMAN"
Written By Kat Picson and Craig Byrne
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        The young woman waited outside the airport terminal.  He said he
would meet
her here.  She brushed her right hand through her curly brown hair and
watched
the cars come and go.  She figured Jimmy Olsen would have a great vehicle,
something quirky but professional.  After all, he was a full-fledged
reporter
for one of the world's largest newspapers now, a far cry from his "gopher
job"
of a couple of years ago.
        The Lexus stopped a few feet ahead of her.  "Nah, too rich," she
thought.
"He just got the job a few months ago."  A yellow 1998 Volkswagen Beetle
passed.  Her friend wasn't there.
        "Jimmy, where are you?" she said to herself, tapping her foot.  A
somewhat
beaten-up 1969 Dodge Charger sputtered forward.  The woman recognized the
young man inside.
        "Sarah!  Psych101!"  He jokingly called her by her IRC nickname.
"Would you
like a lift?" Jimmy asked with an inviting smile.
        Sarah Goodwin grinned.  "Jimmy!  MetroBoy!" Sarah retorted.  Jimmy
switched
the hazard lights on and got out of the car.  He took Sarah's suitcase from
her hand and put the bag in the backseat.  He pushed the seat back into
place
so Sarah could sit.
        She surveyed the car before getting in.    "This is a ... nice car
you have
here.  She opened the door and got in.  "The doors actually open; that's a
good sign," she said to herself.
        "Huh?" Jimmy asked.
        "Nothing," she said, shrugging.
        "So ... how have you been?" Jimmy said.
        "Not bad," Sarah replied, smiling as Jimmy manuevered the car in the
heavy
airport traffic.  "I brought the blooper reel."
        "You rule!" Jimmy exclaimed with a little too much enthusiasm.  He
calmed
down before saying, "I mean, that's really, really great."
        Sarah looked out the window at the smoggy Metropolis skyline that
used to be
so familiar.  "So what's going on?  I saw something on the news about some
major crime syndicate leader getting caught."
        "Mindy Church," Jimmy answered.  "Everyone thought she was a bimbo,
but it
turned out she was really smart.  She was Bill Church Sr.'s wife, and she
allegedly ran Intergang for the past two years -- she may have been behind
it
all along.  Church was never sentenced, because there was no evidence.
There
were signs that *someone* was going to destroy a Cost-mart, but nothing
saying
it was him.  He was released from prison about a year ago for lack of
evidence.  He had a son who was also sentenced, but I think I heard he was
released recently too.  No apparent connections though between the other
Churches and Mindy anymore."
        "Interesting.  Classic criminal case," Sarah commented.
        The two of them drove down Interstate 354 into Metropolis until they
came to
Jimmy's exit.  "Roll up your windows," Jimmy told Sarah.  "We've got to
drive
past Suicide Slum -- *I* don't live there, but we've gotta pass it on the
way."
        Rather than looking at the uncomfortable sights in the dirty area of
Metropolis, Sarah played with her fingers as she changed the subject.  "So
how
far are you from the Planet?"
        "About fifteen minutes," Jimmy told her.  "Thirty in rush hour.  The
Metropolis Television Museum is a few blocks from there; I know you've got
to
check that out for your project."
        "Great," Sarah said.  The conversation continued until Jimmy pulled
his car
to a stop by the curb.  "We're here," he announced.
        They locked the car and walked through the small parking lot to the
back
door.  Jimmy punched a few numbers into a keypad and they were in.  Jimmy
motioned toward the stairs.
        "No elevator?" Sarah asked.
        "Nope," Jimmy said.  "Don't worry; I'm only on the third floor."
        When they got to the top floor, Jimmy stuck his key into the door
and opened
it.  "Welcome to Casa del Jimmy," he said grandly.
        Sarah looked around.  The apartment was totally different from what
she
expected.   Jimmy would make a very interesting psych paper.  There was a
battered seven-foot couch, a coffee table, a brown vinyl recliner patched
with
silver duct tape, and some old lamps, but the carpet was vacuumed, and there
were no beer bottles lined up on the fireplace mantel like some of Sarah's
male friends from the university.  Even the throw pillows on the couch were
arranged neatly.
        "Surprised, huh?" Jimmy said with a grin.  "I've been cleaning for a
few
days.  You would not *believe* the mess."  Jimmy gave Sarah a tour of his
small apartment.  The kitchen was just an alcove in the corner of the living
room, and a card table served as a dining table.  Jimmy's bedroom was filled
with black and white photos he took in his spare time as well as a large
poster of Melissa Lockhart.
        "Let's watch some 'Sally,' and then we'll hit the town," Jimmy said
eagerly.
        Sarah stood in the living room, surveying the place once more.   "So
where am
I going to sleep?"
        "Uh, er, ah ..." Jimmy fumbled.
        "I'll take the couch," Sarah said before Jimmy could answer.  She
pulled out
two videotapes from her backpack and held them out to Jimmy with a smile.
"Blooper reel, or director's cut of the pilot?"

* * * * * * * * * *

        The waiting room was virtually empty as Perry White opened the door
carefully.  He started toward the receptionist's desk, but a voice called to
him.
        "Perry!"
        Perry sighed in relief that she had showed up.  "Alice," he said
with a
nervous smile.
        "You came," she said.  Her smile was just as nervous as his.
        "I was thinking the same thing about you," Perry said.
        He sat down next to his ex-wife in the comfortable plush chairs that
lined
the wall of Dr. Friskin's office.  He had called the therapist on Lois'
advice.  Lois had said that if it hadn't been for Dr. Friskin, it would have
taken Lois another three more years to realize that she was meant to be with
Clark.  Then Lois confided to Perry that Dr. Friskin had even helped
Superman.
        "Alice, I'm a bit anxious about this," Perry whispered.  "Maybe it
was a bad
idea --"
        "Perry and Alice White?"  The door to the doctor's office had
opened, and a
woman in her fifties with a warm smile and a calm voice stood in the
doorway.
Perry thought she looked like a woman Alice would have been friends with.
He
became less nervous.
        Perry and Alice stood up and shuffled into the doctor's office.  It
was
decorated with wood paneling and leather furniture with a few plants and a
large picture window.  Dr. Friskin sat in an armchair and motioned for Perry
and Alice to sit on the couch.
        "So," Dr. Friskin began, "let me begin by introducing myself.   It
might help
to open up to me if you knew a bit about me."  She smiled.   "My name is Dr.
Barbara Friskin, and I've been married for twenty-five years.  I received my
degree in psychology from Metropolis University and my psychiatric degree
from
Johns Hopkins University.  I've been practicing in Metropolis for the past
fifteen years, since my husband and I moved back here from San Diego."  She
picked up a notepad from the table next to her and poised her pencil.  She
looked expectantly at Perry then Alice, back and forth.  "Did one of you
want
to continue by introducing yourself?"
        Alice cleared her throat.  "My name is Alice White.  I went to Brown
University for a couple of years, but quit when I married my husband and
moved
to Metropolis with him.  I have two sons, TJ and Jerry.  Before I was
divorced, I spent my days doing charity work and volunteering.   Since then,
I've taken a job as an executive assistant at a law firm."  She looked at
Perry and swallowed hard.  "Perry and I divorced two years ago because he
was
spending more and more time at work.  I never saw him.  He came home, went
to
bed, woke up, and went back to work." Tears rimmed Alice White's blue eyes.
"I missed my husband, and he was married to his newspaper." She looked up at
Dr.  Friskin.  "A man can't have two wives."
        Perry looked down as if in shame.  It was going to take a lot to win
back
Alice.

* * * * * * * * * *

        "Mrs. Cox, a pleasure to finally meet you," Bill Church Jr. said,
extending
his hand.
        "Charmed," she said.  "Is Kanisky in place?"
        "Got him," he replied.
        "Good," she said.
        "You know, I was wondering," Bill said.  "OK, we're going to this
meeting,
and you're claiming to be a 'Max Wagner.'  Now what I want to know is, *how*
did 'Max' get sixty percent ownership of the LBS television network, and who
is 'Max,' really?"
        Mrs. Cox looked away, but not before Bill caught a cryptic smile on
her face.
"Oh, just an alias so I can't be traced," she said.  "Besides, I didn't want
them to think an alleged former criminal was running a TV network.  I
transferred the stock from Lex Luthor's personal account about an hour
before
he and I were caught with that Daily Planet insurance scheme.  You know, on
the day he jumped."
        "Interesting ... and he had no idea?"  Church asked.
        "No clue.  Lex may have thought he was at the top of the world but
when it
got down to it, he was about as clueless as your mother-in-law," Cox
announced.
        The telephone rang, and Bill picked it up.  "The limo's here," Bill
said,
leading Mrs. Cox outside.

* * * * * * * * * * *

        Jimmy and Sarah walked out of the copy room at the Daily Planet
giggling as
the repairman tried in vain to fix the eternally jammed copier.  Jimmy
continued to introduce Sarah to Planet employees as they walked past.
        The elevator opened and the Planet's editor stalked out, looking
perplexed.
Jimmy had heard him mumbling something about "relationship counseling"
earlier, and it looked like Perry had not enjoyed it.
        "I'd stay clear of Perry," Clark advised as he walked by Jimmy and
Sarah,
jabbing a thumb in Perry's direction.  He stopped at Lois's desk, where his
wife was sitting and typing a story.
        "Lois!"  Perry's forehead was wrinkled with worry and anger as his
eyes fell
upon the woman, who still had one foot bandaged.  "Judas Priest, didn't I
tell
you to stay off your feet for the rest of the week?"
        Lois looked up at her boss from her chair then looked down pointedly
at her
feet.  "I *am* off my feet," she said.
        "I meant at home!" Perry stormed.  He looked at Lois sternly, who
shrugged
with a smile.  Perry knew he'd been had.  He slinked into his office
muttering, "At least they're working."
        Jimmy turned to Sarah mischievously and said, "The first lesson in
Journalism
101 -- accuracy, accuracy, accuracy.  Never assume that everyone understands
exactly what you mean."
        Lois, Clark and Sarah laughed.
        When the novelty of Jimmy's joke wore off, Sarah looked around and
asked,
"Where's your desk?"
        "Oh, we were just getting to that."  He continued through the maze
of desks
and finally stopped in front of a slightly cluttered cubicle.  "This," Jimmy
said, "is my desk."  He pulled his chair out for Sarah, who sat down and
slid
closer to the desk.   She examined the message notes, photos and other
knick-
knacks on Jimmy's desk.  Superman figurines, a G.I. Joe, a cup of pens and
pencils, a pager and a small cactus.  But the main pieces were an
autographed
postcard of Melissa Lockhart, the star of "Sally McNeill," and a photo of
Jimmy with Perry on a fishing trip.
        She looked up.  "No pictures of any women?"  She seemed almost
disappointed.
        Jimmy was surprised, but he tried to hide it.  "Uh, well ..."  He
looked into
Sarah's hazel eyes and couldn't bear to lie to her.    "There hasn't ...
really ... been anyone, um, special lately."  Jimmy breathed a sigh of
relief.
        Sarah shrugged and smiled.  "I've been waiting three days to ask you
that
question."
        Jimmy grinned.  "Really?  Huh."  He kept his eyes on Sarah, but his
ringing
telephone interrupted the moment.
        "James Olsen," he said on the phone.  "Cat!  Cat Grant?"  Jimmy's
grin grew
wider as he realized the former socialite of Metropolis was actually calling
his line.
        "What's up?" he asked.
        "Jimmy," Cat purred.   "Remember when I was there last week, and you
were
talking about some IOC thing --"
        "IRC," Jimmy corrected.
        "Yeah, whatever.  Anyway, it was about that show on TLN -- 'Sally
McNeill,'
right?  "
        "Yeah," Jimmy said.  "Why do you ask?"
        Cat lowered her voice as if she didn't want anyone but Jimmy to hear
her.
"You heard about the 'accident' on the set the other day?"
        Jimmy's curiosity piqued.  "Yeah ..."
        Cat let out a breath.  "What did you hear?" she asked carefully.
        "Breezeway said that someone had told her that a prop gun had been
mistakenly
loaded with real bullets, and that a stunt guy was accidentally shot in the
knee," Jimmy said, his face taking on a concerned expression.  "What's going
on, Cat?"
        "My show got a call from their public relations agent.  I'm guessing
they
want to gloss this incident over with some exciting hype.  I'm about to call
Perry and suggest that you come out and join me.  I have a funny feeling
about
it.  Besides, they're about to shoot the season finale -- it's a movie of
the
week airing in June."
        Jimmy broke out in a wide grin.  "Are you serious?  I would love to!
I'll
transfer you to him right now." Jimmy hit a button on the phone.
        Sarah looked at him expectantly.  "Well?  What was that?  Who's Cat
Grant?"
        "Oh, she used to work for the Planet, a long time ago," Jimmy
explained.
"She just started working for 'Access Entertainment,' that magazine show
that
comes on TLN every night.  Anyway, she said there's something going on at
the
'Sally' set, and she wants me to see them shoot the finale!"
        "You are so lucky!" Sarah exclaimed.  "I would love to get on that
set!  For
my thesis project, I mean," she added.
        Jimmy's eyes lit up.  "Hey, if Perry green-lights this assignment,
maybe you
can come too!  I'm sure Cat wouldn't mind, if I asked her first.  I mean,
you
*will* be going back to California soon."
        "Does this mean you'll be booking a flight back with me?" Sarah
asked with a
wide grin.
        Jimmy's response was an equally wide grin.

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I'm posting the second half of The Unaired Fifth Season's Intergang finale,
which I co-wrote with Craig Byrne (CraigByrne@aol.com). It's called "Behind
Every Woman," and it helps to have seen "House of Luthor" and the Bill
Church
Jr. episodes (mostly "We Have a Lot to Talk About"). You should also read
"Avenging Angel," TUFS 22, for this to make any kind of sense. It is
available
on the Web at http://members.aol.com/thenando/tufs.htm.

Special thanks to Genevieve (NightSky@erols.com), our awesome editor who
also
gave us a lot of helpful suggestions.

Comments, suggestions and non-flame constructive criticism is welcome at the
following e-mail addresses: Kat5107@aol.com, TUFSReview@aol.com.

Also, stay tuned for TUFS' movie of the week fanfic, which will "air"
sometime
in June.

Kat aka Mocha- on #loiscla
Kat5107@aol.com
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TUFS, Episode #23: "Behind Every Woman" E-Mail 2 of 3
By Kat Picson (Kat5107@aol.com) and Craig Byrne (CraigByrne@aol.com)
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        Stuck at her desk, Lois watched as Jimmy and Sarah excitedly dashed
into
Perry's office and then noticed Clark making his way toward her from the
restroom.  He sometimes flew out in and out of the window in there, and
today
he had used it to rush to a mugging nearby.  Lois went over her follow-up
story on Mindy Church, adding some quotes from her recent phone call with
Inspector Henderson.
        "How are you, Lois?" Clark asked.
        Lois shrugged.  "I hate sitting here," she said.  "I mean, I'm
excited about
the baby and everything, but look at that."  She gestured toward Jimmy and
Sarah, who were talking to Perry animatedly.  She wondered why they were so
worked up.  "Three months ago, I would have rushed into Perry's office just
like that, ranting and raving, probably about a similar story.  I'm just so
*restless,* Clark.  I'm having a baby -- way excited about that -- but I
miss
doing my job the way I used to -- way excited to get *back* to that." She
paused.  "Is there something wrong with me?" She looked up at her husband
with
an expectant look on her face.
        And Clark smiled.  "Lois," he said.
        Lois' expression didn't change.  "Yes, Clark?"
        He kneeled so they were face to face.  "Breathe, sweetheart."
        Lois took a deep breath, but before she could say anything more her
telephone
rang.  She stared at it for a moment before picking it up.  Clark went back
to
his desk and checked his messages.
        "Lois Lane," Lois said into the phone.
        "Lois," a male voice mumbled.  There was some chewing and a gulping
sound.
"It's Bobby here.  Got a minute?"
        Lois was intrigued.  It was a rare day when Bobby Bigmouth called.
Usually
she had to pry him out from the woodwork with bribes of something edible.
        "Sure," Lois said, picking up a pad.  Her pencil was poised.
        "Nah, I mean, are you gonna be at the office for awhile?" he asked.
Lois
heard him take another bite of whatever he was eating.  "Word on the street
is
you sprained your ankle a couple days ago, and I thought I'd drop by."
        Lois was shocked at the way Bobby could get information so quickly
-- and so
accurately.  "Sure," she repeated, placing her pencil back on the desk.
"I'll
be here all day."
        "Great," Bobby said.  "I'm downstairs on the street.  The sandwiches
at this
deli are getting much better.  You should try it."
        "OK, Bobby," Lois said.  "I'll see you."
        "Bobby Bigmouth is calling you?" Clark said in disbelief from across
the
room.
        Lois shrugged.  "I know -- it's amazing," she said.
        The elevator bell and the scent of pastrami signaled Bobby's
arrival.
        "Lois!" he said, smiling and bending down to peck Lois on the cheek.
"You
look radiant.  I brought you a pastrami sandwich.  I just had three of 'em
--
they're delicious."  He saw Clark.  "Clarkie-boy! You guys both look great
--
the expectant little parents."
        "Bobby --" Lois began.
        "I know," Bobby said, lowering his voice.  His tone turned serious.
"This is
highly unusual, my coming out here to see you instead of having you come to
me
with all the food and stuff.  But I've heard a couple of things that you
might
want to know.  You two are the only people that can figure this out."
        Lois leaned closer toward Bobby, intrigued.  Clark propitiously
brought two
chairs for Bobby and himself.
        "What's up?" Clark asked eagerly.
        Bobby's gaze wandered from Clark to Lois, and back to Clark.  "I
have reason
to believe that a supposed 'big-wig company' is sabotaging TLN."
        "The television station?" Clark said.  "Why would anyone want to
mess with a
TV station?"
        Bobby shrugged.  "If you've got viewers, you control what people
think and
believe," he said. "TV's easy. Almost everyone's got one, and if they're
watching you, you've got it made.  They buy the margarine advertised on your
station, and they all go to coffee shops just like the one the main
characters
go to.  It's all about money."
        "Bobby's right," Lois said.  "What else do you know?"
        "Well," he said.  Lois could see he was starting to get nervous.  He
reached
into his jacket pocket and pulled out what looked like another pastrami
sandwich.  "The supposed company has some criminal ties, *and* they're
bringing back some 'ghosts from the past.' Lois, I don't know what that
'ghost
>from the past' comment is supposed to mean, but that's exactly how I heard
it."
        "Heard it from where?" Lois prompted.
        "You know I can't tell you that," Bobby insisted.  "Just ... I'm
just telling
you to look into things.  Things may not be what they seem."
        "Intergang," Clark said out of the blue.  He had been staring off
into
nowhere, lost in thought.  "Do you think it's Intergang?"
        Lois looked at Clark.  "But Intergang is dismantled.  We caught
Mindy
Church."
        "Things might not be what they seem," Bobby reminded her.
        Lois thought hard.  "OK," she said.  "Suppose it is *still*
Intergang.  What
would they do to sabotage TLN?"
        "Lois, Clark!" Perry called as he walked out of his office.  Jimmy
and Sarah
were at his heels.
        "Lois, I gotta go," Bobby said.  "I'll be at the Tenth Street Taco
Bell if
you need me."  Lois looked at his quizzically.  Bobby shrugged.  "They have
good Gorditas, OK?  I'll see ya both later."  He waved to Clark as he walked
away, still munching on his pastrami sandwich.
        "I'm sending Olsen here to California for a little while," Perry
announced to
Lois and Clark.  "He's going with Sarah and Cat Grant to check out that
show.
What's it called? 'Ally McBeal'?"
        "'Sally McNeill,'" Jimmy corrected.  "We get to go to the TLN
studios and
everything!" he explained to Lois and Clark.
        "Wait, TLN?" Clark said.  "What's going on at that set?"
        "My guess is they're trying to put a spin on the accident that
happened last
week," Sarah said.  Perry looked at her questioningly.  "I'm doing my master
thesis on television and its effects on the viewers," she explained.
        "What accident last week?" Lois asked, frowning.
        "Stunt person got capped in the knee," Jimmy explained.  "A stunt
gun was
loaded with real bullets.  And Cat did say she had a funny feeling about the
PR person calling her."
        "Ooh, I want to go, Chief," Lois pleaded.  "I just got some
information that
there's some shady dealings going on at TLN --"
        "Lois!" Clark and Perry exclaimed in unison.
        Lois looked innocent.  "What?"
        "There's a baby coming," Clark reminded her.  "Stay close to
Metropolis so
you can have the baby with the doctors you trust, not some strangers." He
turned to Perry.  "I'll go by myself."
        "No!" It was Lois' turn to protest.  "I want you to be here." She
quieted
down.  "If I have to stay, my husband stays with me."
        "*Jimmy* will go," Perry said definitively.
        "And Sarah will be with me," Jimmy added.  "She lives in Los
Angeles, and
she's leaving in two days anyway.  We'll go check out what's going on at the
set, and Lois, we can touch bases about that shady-dealings thing you were
talking about."
        Lois rolled her eyes.  She hoped this would be the last time she
would be out
of the loop.

* * * * * * * * * * *

        The limousine stopped outside of the towering LBS building.  LBS was
a
television network founded by Lex Luthor in 1979; series like "Murphy Green"
and "Houston" were quick to become hits and raise LBS to number one in the
Neilsen television ratings.  However, in recent years LBS's audience had
begun
to fade.
        Bill and Mrs. Cox exited the car and went into the building, where
they
headed for the "special elevator" that was the only way to reach the 27th
floor.
        "Nice place here," Bill noted, while surveying the brass-trimmed
elevator.
"I've gotta know though, why a TV station?  Aren't there faster ways to make
money?"
        "I wouldn't comment on that if I were you," Mrs. Cox said curtly.
"Intergang
needs a front.  Need I remind you that *your* brilliant idea for a front was
a
*thrift store*? How good is that?"
        Bill was silenced by that comment.  They finally exited, and went to
the
boardroom where they met their co-conspirator.
        "Mrs. Wagner!" a woman said, leading them into a empty boardroom.
"Come in!"
        "Thank you, Ms. Sesrat," Mrs. Cox said, giving Bill "the look" to
remember
that here, Dominique Cox was "Max Wagner."
        "Bill Church Jr., Amy Sesrat ... Amy is the CEO of LBS ..."
        "Pleasure to meet you," Bill said, extending his hand and admiring
Amy's good
looks.  She was a stunning brunette, with natural red highlights glimmering
in
the late afternoon sun that streamed through the plate-glass windows.  She
was
dressed for business in a silk pantsuit, but she still exuded sex appeal.
        The three sat down and began discussing the problems with LBS's
Monday night
lineup.  The lineup had defeated every other show in the ratings until rival
TLN, a newer network, premiered a new show called "Sally McNeill."  In the
five months since "Sally" hit the air, LBS's ratings had plummeted ... and
the
"crown jewel" of the LBS lineup, Monday evenings, was destroyed.
        In the middle of the conversation, Mrs. Cox heard the sound of her
cellular
phone ringing, almost as if she was expecting it.
        "Please excuse me," she said, before exiting the room.  "Mr. Church
can
finish this meeting in my stead."  She then left the room.
        "So what do you propose we do about this disaster?"  Amy said after
Mrs. Cox
left the room.
        "Actually, now that you asked, I have a plan," Bill spoke up.  Amy's
luminous
hazel eyes focused on his brown ones.  "Sure, 'Sally' is a problem.  But we
have made plans to take care of that little problem.  And I think you know
what I'm talking about," Bill said vaguely.
        Amy searched Bill's face for an indication of what he meant.  As she
realized
what he was thinking, her eyes grew wide.  "Murder?" she asked, horrified.
        Bill shook his head.  "No, no, no," he said.  "You're jumping to
conclusions,
Ms. Sesrat.  We're not killing them; we're just ...  scaring them a little.
A
gunshot here, a little death threat there ... and I have just the way to do
it."  Bill went to the corner of the room to an intercom.  "Beverly Ann,
please let Mr. Kanisky in."
        Kanisky entered from a different door than the one from which Mrs.
Cox had
exited.  "Amy Sesrat, meet Stanley Kanisky."
        "Call me Stan," the man said. He was a sturdy man in his forties,
with
premature gray hair and horn-rimmed glasses.
        "Stan is the head props guy at 'Sally.'  I am paying him, out of my
own
pocket, to carry out this plan.  Clever, huh?" Bill grinned.
        "Does Mrs. Wagner know about this?"  Amy asked.
        "What she doesn't know, won't hurt her," Bill said.  "Besides, if
this
'Sally' thing continues, *all* of us could be looking for new jobs ... or we
could be out of a serious boatload of money.  So does anyone object?"
        Neither Amy nor Stan spoke up.  Bill laughed evilly.

* * * * * * * * * * *

        The cab driver dropped Jimmy and Sarah off at a posh condonimuim in
the
hills.  A courtyard surrounded by apartments was accentuated by shrubbery,
and
Jimmy consulted the directions Cat had faxed to the Daily Planet the day
before.
        "She's in unit 1203," Jimmy said, looking up at the group of
mailboxes in
front of the courtyard.  "This is the right courtyard."
        They found Cat's front door easily.  Jimmy rang the doorbell as
Sarah admired
a potted plant on the Spanish-tiled porch.
        "This is a nice set-up," Sarah commented.
        Jimmy nodded in agreement.
        The door was opened by a blond-haired man with boyish features.  He
was
wearing a T-shirt and boxer shorts.
        Jimmy looked up in surprise.  "Oh, I'm sorry.  I'm looking for
Catherine
Grant's apartment --"
        "Oh, Andy, are they here?" Cat Grant's voice called out.  She
appeared behind
the man.
        "Oh, Cat," Jimmy said in relief.  Jimmy was surprised to see
Catherine Grant
wearing baggy cotton pants and a loose blouse with beach slippers.  Her
auburn
hair was pulled up in a high ponytail with a satin ribbon, and her face was
scrubbed clean except for some shiny lip gloss.  Jimmy had been expecting to
see the Cat Grant he had seen at the Daily Planet -- revealing, tight
clothing, high heels, and polished makeup.  He brushed the thought away and
continued to speak.  "I -- I thought we got the wrong apartment.  This is
Sarah Goodwin."
        "Hello," Cat said, shaking Sarah's hand with a smile.  "Nice to meet
you."
        "Likewise," Sarah said, smiling back.
        "Jimmy and Sarah, this is my ... house guest," Cat said.  "Andrew
Moffett."
        Andrew shook their hands and retreated up the stairs.  "I'll be in
the
bedroom," he said.
        "We can go into the den," Cat said, gesturing for Sarah and Jimmy to
follow
her.
        The house was decorated with white wicker furniture and pastel
prints.  Even
the mirror hanging above the couch had a wicker frame.  The house was bright
with skylights everywhere, and the floors were hard wood and polished to a
shine.  Jimmy and Sarah followed Cat through the airy, high-ceilinged living
room into a large alcove.
        "This is a great house, Miss Grant," Sarah said appreciatively.
        "Oh, thanks," Cat said.  "And call me Cat.  Actually, I'm borrowing
it from
an actress friend until I get my own place.  She's on location in Chicago."
        Cat sat down at the large desk and motioned for Sarah and Jimmy to
sit in the
chairs facing her.  She pulled out a file from the bottom desk drawer.
        "Here's the research I got on 'Sally McNeill,'" Cat said, pushing it
toward
Jimmy.  "I'm thinking I might be a little presumptuous, but after watching
Lois and Clark with the investigative work at the Planet, this set some
bells
ringing in my head."
        Jimmy and Sarah's heads were bowed together as they skimmed the
reports.  The
show's public relations thought it would be a good idea to have an
entertainment magazine cover some exclusive scenes from the show's movie.
        "'Access Entertainment' is there to quell the rumors," Sarah said as
she sat
back in her chair.
        "Exactly what kind of rumors have been circulating?" Cat asked with
an
eyebrow raised.
        Jimmy and Sarah exchanged a look.  "Well, it's all *rumor*," Jimmy
said.
"And it's from the Internet, which means people are hesitant to believe it.
Fans have been saying there's something fishy going on at the set."
        "Fishy like?" Cat prompted.
        "Well, first it was scripts disappearing," Sarah broke in.  "Not
just copies
of scripts, but like *master copies.* Then last week, someone told the press
and the Internet newsgroup that someone had been shot in the knee with a
prop
gun." Sarah shrugged.  "We just thought it was bad luck, or you know, a
little
bad press leaked to generate some heat about the show."
        "It looks like the PR people don't like it," Cat said.  "They didn't
generate
any of these leaks, because I'm going there to squelch them."  She opened a
pocket organizer and flipped through it.  "You two are coming with me
tomorrow." She looked at Sarah and then at Jimmy and her eyes narrowed.
"Jimmy, do you know how to work a television camera?"
        "Sure," he said.  "I may need to brush up a little bit, but I can
handle it."
        Cat turned to Sarah.  "You can be my production intern," Cat told
her.
"You'll be helping Jimmy and me."
        Cat stood up.  "I'll meet you two here tomorrow morning at six
sharp.
'Sally' production starts at eight."

* * * * * * * * * * *

        Jimmy drove the "Access Entertainment" van past the security guard
at the
TLN, hardly able to contain his excitement.
        "Oh my gosh, there's the set for 'Six of One'!" he said, pointing it
out to
Sarah, who sat in the shotgun seat.  "You know, the show where all the
friends
hang out in a coffee shop!" Sarah leaned over eagerly to peek at the
entrance,
where actors and actresses were outside, standing around.   Cat, sitting in
the back and applying lipstick, rolled her eyes.
        "Ooh, there's Paolo Montalban!" Sarah said excitedly.  "He is so
cute."
        "He's got a girlfriend," Cat said, apparently bored.  "Some college
student
in San Diego.  And you guys better calm down by the time we get to the set.
You guys have to be act like you're used to all this."
        Jimmy and Sarah settled down a little bit, and Jimmy followed the
signs to
the soundstage.
        Cat looked at her watch: It was 7:45.  "Good, we're a little early.
We're
supposed to check in with --" she consulted her notes "-- Edna Garrett.
That's the public relations person who set this all up."
        A red-haired woman in her fifties approached Sarah's side of the
van.  "Are
you the folks from 'Access Entertainment'?"
        Sarah smiled.  "Yes, I'm Sarah Goodwin, Miss Grant's production
assistant.
This is James Olsen, the camera operator."
        "Wonderful," the woman said.  She had a friendly smile and an easy
manner.
"I'm Edna Garrett.  Everyone around here calls me Mrs. Garrett; I got that
nickname because long ago I was Joe Polnaczek's nanny, and he's called me
that
for years.  But anyway, I'll be showing you around the set today."
        "Nice to meet you," Sarah said, smiling back.
        "Where should we park?" Jimmy asked.
        Mrs. Garrett pointed.  "Right over there is fine."
        As soon as Jimmy had parked and Sarah had helped him with the
hand-held
camera, the four ventured into the soundstage.
        Mrs. Garrett led the way, introducing Cat to crew members and extras
as they
walked through the soundstage.
        "That's Alex and Jennifer," Mrs. Garrett said, pointing to two
people
standing on scaffolding.  "They do lighting ... and over there is Penelope
Brewster -- she's in charge of lighting."  A dark-haired woman standing
nearby
waved.  Mrs.  Garrett continued.  "There's Ricky and Alfonso -- Ricky is the
assistant director for this particular episode, and Alfonso is the
choreographer."  Mrs. Garrett lowered her voice.  "Apparently Melissa and
Bellaire -- that's Sally McNeill and her roommate -- are going to be doing
some dancing in this episode," she confided.  Sarah's and Jimmy's eyes grew
wide as they stared at each other, in awe at being let in on the show's
secret
season finale.
        They reached the back of the soundstage, where mirrors were set up
and people
milled around.  Some seemed to be actors and extras, who were flocked by
wardrobe and makeup people, and others seemed to be in charge, holding
scripts
and barking orders.
        "Now at most shows, the actors get made up in their trailers," Mrs.
Garrett
explained.  "But we have a co-op style makeup table here."  She stopped to
let
Cat, Jimmy and Sarah observe.
        "Oh my gosh, there's Melissa Lockhart!" Sarah said in an excited
whisper,
poking Jimmy in the side.  She pointed to a petite woman sitting in a chair,
having her makeup done by a young black woman.  "And Joe Polnaczek!"  She
was
referring to the slightly wacky man who played Sally's boss, Richard Trout,
who was standing near Melissa.  He was being fitted for his sport coat.
        "Hey!" Jimmy yelped.  "I'm holding a camera here!"  But it was
obvious that
he, too, was overwhelmed at seeing the stars he watched every Monday
evening,
no matter what.
        "Sorry," Sarah said, calming down.
        "That woman doing Melissa's makeup," Mrs. Garrett said.  "Her name
is Dorothy
Ramsey.  She and Melissa are very good friends.  You should probably
interview
her."  Cat scribbled a note in on the pad she was carrying, making sure she
caught everything.
        As the four of them passed, the actors and the makeup artist were
laughing
and talking animatedly.
        "I hear the episode we're filming is going to be big," Dorothy
Ramsey said to
Joe and Melissa as she carefully applied blush to Melissa's cheek.  "Lots of
guests: Nell Carter, Michael Landes -- you might remember him from 'Union
Square' --and that kid from 'Dawson's Creek' with the goofy eyes, so we can
get the teeny-bopper viewers."
        "Oh, great," Melissa said, rolling her eyes.  She flipped through
the script
in her lap.  "Well, look at it on the bright side -- at least Eugenie didn't
write this one."
        Joe, Dorothy and Melissa giggled at the private joke.  Despite
having to work
long days, the three of them shared a bond.
        "Dorothy, have you heard how Natalie is doing?" Melissa asked,
referring to
the crewmember who was accidentally shot in the knee.
        "Nat's going to be all right, and returning to work in about two
weeks," Joe
said.  "They got a temporary stunt person to take over while she
recuperates.
Don't you read your memos?"
        Melissa shrugged.  "Well, I just got this script last night.  And
I'd rather
worry about my *lines*.  Are Sue Ann and Nancy in this one?"
        "No," Joe answered, "but Cindy and Molly are."
        "OK, good," Melissa said.  As the three of them continued talking,
Jimmy,
Sarah, and Cat followed Mrs. Garrett.  Jimmy looked as if he was going to
burst with excitement.
        Sarah gave Jimmy a dirty look, and Jimmy pretended a serious
expression as
the three of them passed Melissa.  After passing a corner, Jimmy got excited
and burst into laughter! "That was Sally!  I mean, Melissa!  We were four
feet
away! Wow wow wow.  Breezeway is *not* gonna believe this!"
        Cat and Sarah looked at Jimmy, and then looked at each other and
shook their
heads.

* * * * * * * *

        Lois banged her crutch on the floor as she sat down at the dining
room table
for dinner.  "I *love* going undercover!" she announced, her lower lip
sticking out.
        She watched Clark as he pulled a pan out of the oven.  "I think that
was one
of the first things I learned about you," her husband said.  "Let's see: the
Lexor Hotel, the Metro Club and your debut as a lounge singer, the
Metropolis
Men's Club ..." Clark trailed off, as if to prove a point.
        Lois sniffed the air and smiled, leaning over slightly to peek at
the pan
Clark had pulled out of the oven.  "What are we having?" she asked
excitedly,
switching from pouty to eager.
        "Lasagna," Clark announced.  "And garlic bread."
        "Ooh, yum," Lois said, practically drooling.  As Clark placed a
generous
slice of the pasta on her plate, Lois reverted to the original topic.
"Anyway, I was in the middle of saying I wished we were in California."
        Clark sighed.  "Lois, I wasn't the one who sprained my foot.  And,
might I
add, you're eight months pregnant."
        "Well, you *can't* sprain your foot," Lois reminded him, slightly
envious.
"And I still wish I could have gone to California again.  What a great
opportunity.  The corruption behind a television show -- the effects of
Hollywood on ordinary people.  That would make for a great feature."  She
stared disdainfully at her foot, which was resting on a chair.  "And 'Sally
McNeill.'  Great show." Lois took her first heavenly bite and indulged.
Clark
was a great cook.
        But Clark frowned as he took a bite of lasagna.  "I never understood
the
appeal of that show," he said.  "Too ... I don't know.  I don't like it."
        "It's not like anyone's watching ABC," Lois pointed out.  "I can't
believe
that movie you made me watch the other week -- the one with David Schwimmer
and all the nobodies.  Oh, and that woman from the breast episode of
'Seinfeld.'"
        "I love that actress," Clark said with an injured smile.
        Lois loved to tease him.  "I know you do," she said, smiling back
apologetically.  "But I wanted to go undercover."
        Lois never ceased to amaze Clark with her roundabout discussions and
her
babbling, her strange but usually logical thinking.  Clark grinned and
realized how much he enjoyed these "normal" dinners with his wife.

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        Cat, Sarah, and Jimmy sat next to the director's chair, watching as
Melissa
Lockhart and Joe Polnaczek flubbed a scene.
        "So what we need to find is Ex Johnson's rex-wife ... uh, Rex
Johnson's ex
wife," Joe said, stumbling over his lines.  Both started to laugh.
        "Let's try that again."  Melissa grinned at the cameraman.
        The feeling on the set was one of humor; in every direction that
Sarah
looked, people were smiling ... except for one.  A man standing by the fake
door to the "co-ed bathroom" seemed to have no reaction, as if something
else
was in his mind. He was wearing horn-rimmed glasses and had premature gray
hair. Sarah noticed he kept reaching into a jacket pocket as if he was
preparing something inside.
        She turned around to tell Jimmy what she was seeing.  "Jimmy," she
whispered,
tugging on his shirt.
        "Sarah!" he admonished in a low voice, brushing her hand away.  He
was
engrossed in the filming.
        Sarah looked back toward the facade again, but the man was gone.
        "What?" Jimmy said, finally turning to Sarah as the actors took a
break.
Crew members hurried around and past them, changing the set.
        "I saw a guy.  He looked kind of strange," Sarah said.  She looked
toward the
unisex restroom facade.  "He was just there ..." she said, disappointed.
        "Wait ..." Cat whispered, pointing.  "Is that him?"  Her hand was in
the
general direction of Kanisky, who was heading off the set toward the
refreshments table.
        "Hmm ..."  Sarah started walking after Kanisky, trying to get a
better look.
        "Sarah -- wait!" Cat said.  She rushed after Sarah, with Jimmy hot
on her
heels.
        "I'm going, too!" Jimmy called.
        The three walked slowly out of the set.  They saw the man pouring
what looked
like a vile liquid in a pitcher of iced tea.
        "OK, we've got to tell someone," Cat whispered.  She felt something
poking
her in the back.
        "You're not telling anyone," whispered another man.  He nudged a gun
in Cat's
back.  "Come with me; we're going for a ride."  He called to the
bespectacled
man.  "Hey Kanisky!  Look what we've got here."
        Kanisky looked up and realized what was happening.  He walked over
quickly,
took Sarah roughly by the arm and said, "Let's go ... say anything, and
die."

* * * * * * * * * *

        Lois lazily pushed the keys on her computer, running her hands over
her hair.
It was warm in the newsroom,the overhead fans turned idly, and the windows
were just being opened.  Clark had rushed out a few moments earlier to stop
a
brush fire just outside city limits, and everyone else was busy on their own
assignments, so Lois was left to herself and her computer. She lifted her
hair
off her neck, letting the slight breeze of the fan brush over her slighly
damp
neck. Lois let her hair fall to her shoulders again, letting her hand fall
automatically to the keyboard.
        The database she had been scrutinizing didn't seem to have any
information
Lois could use.  She decided to give up and switched to another database
when
something caught her eye.  She got an idea, but she would need help getting
downstairs to the "morgue," also known as the Daily Planet's library and
archives.
        Lois punched Perry's extension on her phone, cradling the receiver
in her
ear.
        "Perry White," the editor said roughly.
        "Perry, it's Lois," she said.  "Can I get someone's help to go down
to the
morgue?"
        Lois looked toward Perry's office.  The editor was looking back at
her.
"Sure," he said.  "Where's that husband of yours?"
        "We got a call from the fire department," Lois said.  "He heard
about some
fire right outside town, and he went to report on it."
        "That's my boy," Perry said.  "I'll take you down there myself.  I
need to
get up for a little while anyway."
        Perry hung up the phone and walked to Lois, picking up her notepad
and notes.
She picked up her crutches and they headed for the elevator.
        The morgue was a misnomer for the newspaper's library.  It was not
dank,
musty or tomb-like, as its nickname suggested.  The morgue was brightly
lighted, and there were research assistants and interns there during office
hours, as well as three or four in-house librarians who kept tabs on all the
archived editions of the Daily Planet and the other periodicals stored there
expressly for the reporters' use.
        Lois headed straight for the Periodicals section.  The assistant
librarian
was at the desk.
        "Hi, Genevieve," Lois said.
        The young woman looked up from her computer.  "Ms. Lane!  How are
you?"
        "Fine, thank you," Lois said politely.  "I'm looking for back issues
of the
Church Industries company newsletter.  I remembered we had them archived
here
for some reason."
        Genevieve's forehead wrinkled slightly as she tried to remember.
She called
up a file on her computer.  "You know, it says here that we started getting
a
subscription in the 1970s.  I can't imagine why."  Genevieve shrugged.  She
stood up.  "I know where they are though.  You want me to show you?"
        "Yes, please," Lois said gratefully.
        Genevieve walked slowly toward the back of the room, making sure
Lois could
keep up.  "Looks like you're going to have your baby soon," she said, making
conversation.
        "I'm at about eight months right now," Lois said.
        "The whole Planet was really happy for you and Clark when the news
started to
get out," Genevieve said.  She led Lois down an aisle lined on both sides
with
books.  Suddenly she stopped and knelt on the floor.  "Here they are.
Bottom
shelf, of course.  What years do you want?"
        Lois frowned, trying to gauge how far back she wanted to go.  "Let's
say --
the past five years."
        Genevieve smiled as she pulled out two bound volumes of newsletters
and set
them on a nearby table.  Lois sat.  "You're lucky.  Church Industries only
puts out newsletters quarterly.  Will you be OK?"
        Lois nodded and said, "Thanks."
        Lois started with Winter 1993, paying special attention to the
buy-outs and
mergers in which Church Industries was involved.
        An hour and a volume and a half later, Lois finally found what she
was
looking for.
        "Yes," Lois whispered to herself in triumph as she placed a marker
in the
book.  She stood shakily, trying to figure out how to carry the large volume
to the copier.
        "Yes what?" Clark asked.  He was tightening his necktie.  "Perry
told me you
were down here."
        Lois sat back down.  "Perfect timing," she said.  She opened the
book to show
Clark the Fall 1995 newsletter.  "I got an idea to check the mergers and
buy-
outs Church was involved in." She pointed to a small blurb.  "They have
twenty-five percent holdings in LBS, and someone named Max Wagner has sixty
percent."  Lois shrugged.
        Clark's eyes widened.  "Do you think they would sink this low?"
        Lois shrugged.  "What do you think?"
        Clark didn't say anything for a moment.  Frowning, suddenly he
glanced at his
watch.  "Has Jimmy  called or paged you in the last hour or so?"
        "No," Lois said, glancing at her own watch.  "It's almost five.  He
was
supposed to call at one o'clock, his time."  She shrugged it off.  "He's
probably having too much fun with Sarah.  You think there's anything going
on
between those two?" she asked Clark with a teasing smile.
        "Lois, that's none of our business," he said, admonishing her.
        Lois gave him a cynical look.  "You're joking," she said.  "I was
just
speculating.  People talked about *us* all the time, right before ... well,
you know, right before we started going out."
        "They did?"
        Lois rolled her eyes and whispered, "This, coming from Mr.
Super-Vision and
Mr. Super-Hearing."
        Clark changeed the subject.  "So what did you hear from Jimmy the
last time
you talked to him?"
        Lois sighed and leaned back.  "Oh, the usual.  He called this
morning after
Cat interviewed the stars on the show.  He and Sarah are completely star-
struck.  It's kind of cute actually."
        "Well, we should check up on them in a little while," Clark said,
slightly
worried.  "In the meantime, will you be needing help getting back upstairs?"
        Lois smiled.  "That would be nice," she said.  "And can you
photocopy these
for me?  Please?" she added.
        "I like it when you admit you can't do everything yourself," Clark
said as he
picked up the book and helped Lois to her feet.  "Sometimes I actually feel
needed."

* * * * * * * * * *

        Kanisky pulled the limousine into a gated property somewhere in the
hills of
Los Angeles.  The other man, whom Kanisky called Simpson, pointed a gun at
Jimmy, Sarah and Cat.  Jimmy estimated the drive to have lasted about a
half-
hour, but he couldn't be sure.  He couldn't even look at his watch, as the
man
looked at them menacingly every time one of them tried to move.
        "Where are we?" Cat whispered to Sarah.
        Before Sarah could reply, Simpson thrust his gun into Cat's face.
"No
talking," he threatened.
        Cat clamped her mouth closed.
        Kanisky and Simpson led them into a beautiful, spacious
Spanish-style house.
The property was surrounded by high stone walls.  The lawns were freshly
cut,
and there was an ornate fountain in the middle of the circular driveway.
        "Whoever owns this place," Sarah whispered to Jimmy as they walked
into the
house, "has a lot of money.  It's massive!"
        Jimmy nodded, too scared to speak.  He looked around.  The house was
airy and
wide -- larger than it looked from the outside -- but it was empty.  There
was
no furniture, and the walls were bare.  The floors were clean, and there was
a
ladder in the middle of the foyer. The sounds of their shoes echoed in the
emptiness of the room.
        The threesome was led into a bedroom.  The floors were carpeted, and
painting
materials had been carelessly left in the corner.
        "There's rope over there," Kanisky instructed Simpson, pointing to a
corner.
"Tie them up."  Simpson busily began to tie Cat, Jimmy and Sarah with the
ropes as Kanisky kept his gun trained on them.  The three captives sat in
the
middle of the room, helpless.  Simpson left without saying a word.
        "Excuse me," Kanisky told them, "but I have a phone call to make."
He pulled
his cellular phone out, went into the next room, and began talking.
        "Mr.  Church?  Kanisky.  I found a reporter from the Daily Planet
and someone
>from some Hollywood entertainment show snooping around on the 'Sally' set,
and
I almost got caught ... I thought you said I wasn't going to get caught,
Bill;
this was supposed to be fool-proof.  What do I did with them?  I've got them
here with me ... Three of 'em; Ralphie was helping me ... yeah, Ralph
Simpson
... Like I said, three of 'em; the Planet guy brought his girlfriend ..."
        Sarah listened carefully, her eyes widening at Kanisky's words.
        "You heard me right," Kanisky continued.  "One more person comes
close to
figuring me out, I'm gone.  Tell Sesrat to find someone else -- I'm history.
I don't *care* if you guys will pay me more money; what good is it if I
can't
spend it?  Yes, I *will* get more ... Polnaczek won't stand a chance.  OK,
anyhow, I'd better get back to these three ... What do you suggest I do with
'em? ... Heh, that's *good*, Billy-boy!  Can't believe I hadn't thought of
that."  He switched the phone off.
        While Kanisky was talking on the phone, Jimmy looked down and
backward toward
his rear end, to get Sarah's reaction.  "Reach into it," Jimmy whispered to
Sarah, whose hands, while tied, were still close enough to reach Jimmy's
back
pocket.
        "Eww!" Sarah whispered back vehemently.  "Jimmy, this is *not* the
time to
--"
        "Sarah, there's a pager in there," he interrupted urgently.  "Only
it's not
really a pager.  Hit the button at the top," Jimmy whispered.
        Sarah squirmed and got into the pocket and hit the button.  No
sounds, no
bells, whistles or lights.
        "What now?" Sarah asked.
        "You'll see," Jimmy promised.

* * * * * * * * * *

        "Bill Church Jr. is out!  I should have known!"  Lois said.  "We've
got to
find him, Clark, and bring him in."
        "Okay, I'll go look --" Clark said, before getting a strained look.
"Arghhh," he complained, as if he had a headache.  He grasped his head with
both hands.
        "What is it?" Lois asked, concerned.
        "A strange ... sound ..." Clark said, squinting his eyes in pain.
"I need to
find out where it's coming from.  I'll be back.  I'll find Church when I
come
back."
        Clark went out the door quickly, changed, and flew into the sky.
        Once up above, Superman looked east then west.  The sound seemed to
come from
everywhere.  Superman flew a little to the west; the sound got louder.
Farther west, it got clearer.  Superman found himself flying in the general
direction of California.
        The frequency became its loudest and seemed to be emanating from an
adobe-
style home, which fortunately had an open window.  Superman X-rayed the
house,
flew in, and found Cat, Jimmy, and Sarah tied up.  The sound was almost
unbearable.
        "Let me get you out of that," he said.  He then untied Jimmy first,
so Jimmy
could help him with the others.  Clark also noticed the sound was coming
from
Jimmy's *pocket*! "Turn that thing off," Superman said.  "It's ...
distracting."
        "Hey --"  Kanisky walked into the room, his gun poised. But when he
saw
Superman, he turned pale and turned.  Before he was halfway out the door, he
found himself in the midst of a blue blur.  Superman had tied him up.
        Superman turned to his friends, who were by then untied by Jimmy.
        "I guess this is over, huh, Superman?" Jimmy asked.
        Superman thought for a moment.  "Not until we find Church.  Did
Kanisky
mention any other names?"
        "Not that we heard," Sarah answered.  "There was Ralph Simpson, the
guy who
helped that Kanisky guy ... but he's probably long --"
        Sarah saw another blur, and the next thing she knew, Simpson was
sitting next
to Kanisky, also tied up.  "...  Gone," she finished.  "Or not," she added
with a quick shrug.
        "I know how you can find Church!" Jimmy said excitedly.  "Kanisky
probably
called him, what 10 minutes ago? We can get the call traced --"
        "-- and I can throw in this evidence."  Cat interrupted.  She held a
small
black box in her hand.  Superman, Jimmy, and Sarah all looked at Cat,
dumbfounded.
        Cat shrugged.  "What kind of gossip journalist would I be without a
tape
recorder in my pocket? I got the whole thing recorded.  No one's getting off
this time."
        "Well ..." Superman grinned, rubbing his chin.  "I guess it *is*
over.  But
one question remains: Jimmy, what was making that god-awful noise?"
        "Oh," Jimmy said, smiling.  He held up what looked like paging
device.  Sarah
remembered seeing it on his desk.  "It's a pager Dr. Klein help me modify.
It's a variation of the Superman signal watch I created a few years ago; you
know, the one that didn't work.  I guess this one did!"
        "Oh," Superman said, nodding slowly.  "Just be careful with it.
Now, I guess
I'll be taking you back to your homes?"  Superman turned to place each arm
around Sarah and Cat, to lift them by the waist.
        Cat and Sarah seemed excited to be leaving with Superman, but Jimmy
had a
different reaction.  "Uh, Superman?" he said.  Superman turned around.  "I
was
kind of wondering, I know you have some pull with Perry.  You think you
could
manage to swing me a few more days out here so I can hang out with Sarah?"
        Superman smiled.  "I think I can work that out.  You and Sarah stay
here
while I bring Miss Grant home.  Oh, and Jimmy ..."
        "Yes?"  Jimmy asked.
        "Say hi to Melissa for me."  Superman smiled before lifting Cat into
the air.
He hid a bigger smile as he saw Jimmy put his arm around Sarah's waist.

* * * * * * * * * *

        Lois, Clark and Perry walked slowly through the empty corridors of
the Hall
of Justice, their heels clicking on the hard marble.  Mayor Susan Steel had
called them for a private appointment.
        "So," Lois said, trying to make conversation, "how are things with
Alice?"
        Perry sighed.  "We're OK.  She's got a lot of pent-up anger," he
said.  "I
didn't know how angry she was until we started going to these sessions.  Dr.
Friskin is really helping us.  I mean, she's helping us so we can help
ourselves."
        Clark grinned.  "She is a great lady," he said.  "I mean, Superman
told me
she was."
        Lois grabbed her husband's hand as she remembered her sessions with
Dr.
Friskin.  Lois smiled as she realized in hindsight what Clark -- as Superman
-- must have told the doctor about her.
        "Anyway," Perry continued, "I didn't realize how screwed up my
priorities
were."  He looked squarely at Lois.  "My family should have come first
during
so many times that the Daily Planet had taken priority.  Alice has been hurt
for so many years.  Not to mention the boys.  But Alice -- she was hurt the
most."
        Lois nodded slightly, considering what Perry had just said.  As
always, Perry
made sense.  She looked down at her hand, grasping Clark's, and placed her
other hand on top of her protruding belly.  Was she scared of the child she
was carrying within her?  Was that why she was so anxious to return to work?
And finally, was she being realistic in thinking everything would be exactly
the same after this child was born?
        As they boarded the elevator to go the mayor's top-floor office,
Lois looked
up at Clark.  He knew what she was thinking.  He let go of her hand and
placed
his arms protectively around her shoulders, squeezing her closer and kissing
the top of her head.  Perry looked at them and smiled.
        "Perry!  Lois!  Clark!"  The mayor looked up from her desk as the
three
entered her open door.  Her secretary had already gone home for the day, and
she was alone in the office.
        "Mayor Steel," Lois said.  She shook the mayor's hand.  The mayor
shook
Clark's and Perry's hands as well.
        "I just wanted to thank you for what you have done," the mayor said,
motioning for them to sit down.  "I had to do it personally.  Especially
with
what you've done for the past few weeks.  We couldn't have done it without
you."
        "You're welcome, Mayor Steel," Clark said.
        "Bill Church Jr. and Amy Sesrat have been captured," Mayor Steel
said,
consulting a fax.  "As well as a few other LBS associates.  But no one has
any
idea who this Max Wagner is."
        "I tried contacting him," Lois said.  "I didn't get any calls back."
She
shrugged.  "But it looks like Intergang really is gone.  For good."  She
reached over and tapped the mayor's mahogany desk with her knuckles.  "Knock
on wood."
        Clark chuckled.  "You are so pessimistic," he commented.
        "Yeah," Lois said.  "But with our luck, next week we'll have to go
through it
all again, and we'll find out Lex Luthor was behind Intergang all this
time."
        The four shared a laugh at her joke in supposed privacy.  But none
of them
knew of the hidden camera that had been installed inside the mayor's office,
in the crevice of her office ceiling.

* * * * * * * * * * *

        The receiving end of the camera's frequency was on a television
screen in a
penthouse of a building in downtown Metropolis.  The tape rewound so the
viewers could rewatch Lois Lane saying: "But with our luck, next week we'll
have to go through it all over again, and we'll find out Lex Luthor was
behind
Intergang all this time!"
        The two viewers laughed.  One, Mrs. Cox, who had escaped getting
caught, and
the other, a man smoking a cigar and wearing a navy Armani suit.
        "Well said, Lois," the man intoned with a hint of sarcasm.   "But
who said
you need a crystal ball to predict the obvious?"  The charismatic, evil
smile
and the deep, articulate voice could only belong to one person: Lex Luthor.
        "I can't believe you've been behind all this for two and a half
years, and no
one knew," Mrs. Cox said.
        "Mindy Church did know," Lex corrected her, "but she got sloppy.
Her son-in-
law, however, thought it was you.  But as we know, Lex Luthor is not one to
avoid having a backup plan."
        Lex picked up two champagne flutes and filled them halfway with
bubbling
liquid.  "Although I must admit, in some ways it has sickened me to stay in
hiding for so long.  What with those imposters claiming to be my children.
And those clones -- an interesting idea, but in the end, they each lacked my
-- creative spark."
        Lex handed Mrs. Cox a glass.  "A toast, Mrs. Cox.  To the
reclamation of
Metropolis by Lex Luthor!"
        The two laughed, knowing it was only the beginning.

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I have so far have only been able to read the first paragraph by nekanuq
and I have had to stop...

I can't see through the tears running down my cheeks....

and if I don't stop laughing I am going to bust something. :)

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Well, since Meet Me In Kansas City is one of my favorite fics, and I
happen to live in KC right now- I can't resist commenting...

>The two things that were questionable for me - and, frankly, only two
>things in such a long story is pretty good -- were the very beginning where
>Lois seems to fall for Clark at first sight.  (Actually, even falling in
>love with Clark over three or four days, seemed a bit too quick for Lois.)
>Considering all her emotional scars, all her doubts, all that we know of
>Lois, this didn't ring as true for my understanding of this character.  One
of the things that got me about Lois was how she wasn't bowled over by
the "innocent" Kansas charm of our Mr. Kent, nor his undeniable good
>looks. For all of Clark's supposed lack of awareness of his own attraction,
I
>think he, too, was a little taken aback which was evident in the pilot
>episode (i.e., the eyes he made at her during their Chinese dinner without
>result, the attempts to impress her at the Ball, etc.).  In fact, I believe
>Lois' seeming invulnerability to his charms was probably a factor in
>Clark's initial attraction to her.  Compare it to his effect on Cat and Dr.
>Baines -- the only two women with whom we get to compare her to at that
>point.  Of course, Clark is painted a bit differently in this story than he
>appears in the first episode.  He seems a lot more vulnerable, unaware and
>genuine than he appeared in the pilot.  Although deeply skittish and easily
>hurt, both seemd to be more softly drawn  in "Meet Me in Kansas City".  I
>guess that's why we call this an alt story<g>.

It did seem a little quick. But there was also a sense of ...magic, for
lack of a better word, that made it seem plausible. I'm not sure if it
was how quickly Chris got into the characters' heads, or what, but the
characters, while different from the Pilot, made sense.

>The second thing that I found a little odd was Lois' reaction when Clark
>tells her he's an alien.  After an initial reaction of disbelief, which
>lasts a page or two, she begins to buy his explanation on rather flimsy
>evidence.  If Superman had already existed in the story you created, I
>think that that might have been okay.  But, as far as Lois is concerned,
>aliens are a complete fantasy.  There are no flying men with super powers.
>And, considering that she has only known Clark for a couple of days, she
>should probably have thought, 'Okay, if I had wanted to find something
>wrong with this guy, this is it.  He's a complete and total loon!"  At
>least, Lois should have asked Clark to prove his claim right there.
>Instead, he leaves and she ... looks for him!  At that point, I would have
>been thanking my lucky stars the guy left, bolted the door, and dialed the
>sanatorium -- "Kansas City Mental Hospital....  There's a guy roaming
>around my hotel.  Quite nice looking, but brother, is he two cans short of
>a six pack!! ; )

Okay- essay time. I didn't have a problem with this... After all, this
is a woman who regularly gets thrown off the tops of buildings. This is
a world where aliens from other planets do exist. This is a world where
physics allows unpowered flight by aforementioned aliens.

While Chris does not really go into this, something I've actually
noticed quite a bit with many other authors, the universe into which
Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent was born is a universe filled with other
aliens and 'super'-people. They may not have an impact on the daily
lives of ordinary people, but they do exist.

Even Lois comments, when Clark is trying to tell her about himself: "To
top my scenarios you'd have to be the deposed monarch of a tiny, but
very wealthy eastern European kingdom, or ... a Martian." Now, keeping
in mind that there is a Martian running around the Denver police
department in this universe, and there are hundreds of itty-bitty
kingdoms scattered around eastern and western Europe, I don't find this
much of a stretch at all.

>Anyway, I did like the story a great deal as it is written very well and is
>terribly romantic.  I hope to see more -- all of which will blow anything I
>have written out of the water, I'm sure.  Hmm.  Maybe I shouldn't encourage
>you.<g>  Yeah, Chris, take a vacation and rest on your laurels.

Yeah- well, unfortunately it's fic like this that makes me wonder if
I'll ever be able to write something nearly as good. :)
>
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>>It did seem a little quick. But there was also a sense of ...magic, for
lack of a better word, that made it seem plausible. I'm not sure if it
was how quickly Chris got into the characters' heads, or what, but the
characters, while different from the Pilot, made sense.<<

Point taken.  They just didn't seem like Lois and Clark to me -- at least
not the L&C of first season who hadn't yet had the time to wear each other
down.

>>Okay- essay time. I didn't have a problem with this... After all, this
is a woman who regularly gets thrown off the tops of buildings. This is
a world where aliens from other planets do exist. This is a world where
physics allows unpowered flight by aforementioned aliens.<<

I disagree.  There was no indication in Chris' story that aliens exist.  I
took her story to be quite straightforward, real life-like, etc. -- the
only alien was Clark and the world didn't know about him yet.  That was
evidenced by the very end of the story when the whole world was doing
backflips over "Superman" and his saving of the space shuttle, etc. just as
they did in the pilot.  They had never seen anybody like him and didn't
know *what* he was.  The only reason Clark knew that he was a Kryptonian
was because he had access to the globe (as Chris pointed out), or *he*
wouldn't even have known that he was from another planet.

>>While Chris does not really go into this, something I've actually
noticed quite a bit with many other authors, the universe into which
Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent was born is a universe filled with other
aliens and 'super'-people. They may not have an impact on the daily
lives of ordinary people, but they do exist.<<

That's in the comic books.  That wasn't the case in L&C -- until the New
Kryptonians came along.

>>Even Lois comments, when Clark is trying to tell her about himself: "To
top my scenarios you'd have to be the deposed monarch of a tiny, but
very wealthy eastern European kingdom, or ... a Martian."<<

I believe the character was being facetious.  I've been known to refer to
martians even though I don't believe in them.  *I* believe in men who call
when they say they will and ask you out at least a few days in advance and
tell you whether they're involved with other people and....  See, *I'm*
living in another fantasy world entirely!

>>Now, keeping in mind that there is a Martian running around the Denver
police
department in this universe, and there are hundreds of itty-bitty
kingdoms scattered around eastern and western Europe, I don't find this
much of a stretch at all.<<

There's a martian running around the Denver police department in *this*
universe?<g>  To what universe are you referring?  Can they tell us
anything about JonBenet Ramsey?

>Anyway, I did like the story a great deal as it is written very well and
is
>terribly romantic.  I hope to see more -- all of which will blow anything
I
>have written out of the water, I'm sure.  Hmm.  Maybe I shouldn't
encourage
>you.<g>  Yeah, Chris, take a vacation and rest on your laurels.

>>Yeah- well, unfortunately it's fic like this that makes me wonder if
I'll ever be able to write something nearly as good. :)<<

Actually, *I* was being facetious.<g>  I don't think Chris could blow
*everything* I've written out of the water.  She just has a different
style.  And, you're probably good yourself, so I wouldn't wonder about it
anymore, I'd write it.

Hum ... Hum ... Hum<dagnabbit!> Hum*bly*  <Whew!  That's *so* difficult!>,
Sandy
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In a message dated 98-05-26 18:00:29 EDT, you write:

<< The two things that were questionable for me - and, frankly, only two
 things in such a long story is pretty good -- were the very beginning where
 Lois seems to fall for Clark at first sight.  (Actually, even falling in
 love with Clark over three or four days, seemed a bit too quick for Lois.)
 Considering all her emotional scars, all her doubts, all that we know of
 Lois, this didn't ring as true for my understanding of this character >>

I wanted to take a moment to address one thing about "Elseworld" stories,
and
whether intended or not, that's what 'Meet Me in Kansas City'  is; a story
that takes the characters away from their true origins (in this case the
true
origins being from the pilot) and restarts the story elsewhere and continues
>from that altered time line.  It becomes a carom shot that knocks the balls
around the table in a different pattern depending on the 'english' placed on
the cue.   I think that's why it's not entirely possible to say an Elseworld
story isn't true to the characters, because some, all, or most of what
helped
create and define the characters may not apply in this type of story.  That
said, however, I think Chris was pretty much on the money as to
characterization of Lois from first season.  You mentioned Lois's emotional
scars and doubts, yet they were in this story.

I found it very entertaining when Lois was arguing with her "inner voice"
the
one that contained all the cynicism about men, relationships and love.  Lois
agrees to go to dinner with Clark shortly after she meets him, she's a bit
hestitant but Clark says it's hard to talk and be heard at the crowded noisy
conference. Compare that to the pilot where Clark asks Lois out to dinner,
she's hesitant, but when he suggests they should celebrate, she agrees.  If
not for the conflicting 'appointment' she had with Lex, she would have gone
to
dinner with Clark.  That little change right there might have made a
difference in how Lois related to Clark early on.  However, as we all know
the
real way it unfolded, Lois reminds Clark she has the Lex interview and
instead
of being gracious, or rescheduling, he acts like a jealous, possessive
boyfriend and takes a not too subtle jab at her virtue.  Not exactly the
right
foot to start off on ;)

>>>One
of the things that got me about Lois was how she wasn't bowled over by the
"innocent" Kansas charm of our Mr. Kent, nor his undeniable good looks.<<<

Lois may not have been 'bowled over' by Clark, but like Lex (ironically ;)
Mr.
Kent surprised Lois and she wasn't easily surprised (most cynics aren't)  He
was a farm boy who could read Chinese and recognize lines from The Cherry
Orchard. He was a "hack from nowheresville" who could write a touching and
compelling human interest story.  He was "Mr. Hardbody" despite the eating
habits of an eight year old. He was a mild-mannered reporter who could stand
toe-to-toe with Mad Dog Lane and not be bullied by her.  He fought her
sarcasm
with good-natured humor, and wore down her cynicism with patience,
tenderness
and trust.  Clark did eventually bowl Lois over, but the bowling ball just
had
a longer trip to the 10 pin than usual ;)

>>In fact, I believe
Lois' seeming invulnerability to his charms was probably a factor in
Clark's initial attraction to her.<<<<

I think, as was evident, Clark fell in love with her about two minutes after
he met her, but I think it was also evident that Clark never felt that way
about anyone before he met Lois or even remotely close to what Lois made him
feel.  It was frustrating to him that it didn't instantly work both ways.  I
don't think he experienced jealousy until Lois either.  Here was a guy used
to
packing up his battered suitcase and moving on, and then ==bam=== a petite,
human woman kept him grounded. He couldn't fly away, he couldn't escape, and
most of all, he didn't want to. It's probably true that Lois's ability to
resist his endearing young charms made Clark all the more determined to win
her over with whatever it would take, but I think had Lois been quicker to
reciprocate his feelings, he wouldn't have minded that either<g>

The biggest difference in the Lois and Clark dynamic from Meet Me in Kansas
City compared to the pilot, is that Lois and Clark are not co-workers,
rivals,
competitors or partners in Chris's story.  That's another one of those carom
shots.  Just changing that one element takes a lot of pressure off of the
intial meeting and relationship.  If it flopped, well, Lois would go back to
Metropolis, Clark would stay at his job in Kansas City, and so ends a brief
encounter.  With the pilot, however, they are co-workers and Clark is
foisted
on Lois as her partner, and so that is a huge difference.  If a relationship
starts under those circumstances and then flops, then they're still stuck
working together under much less pleasant circumstances ;)   The recipe for
disaster doesn't exist the same way in the Kansas City scenario, and so
that's
one set of defenses that would be left down just naturally, because they did
not apply in this case.

I think also the reason Chris's 'take' on the characters works for me in
this
story is that we know when Lois isn't in Metropolis, she actually can let
her
hair down and 'decompress'.  Compare Chris's Lois to Lois in Green Green
Glow
of Home. She's certainly wary at first, but she loosens up quickly and is
having fun with Clark and enjoying his company.  Even though 'that' Lois and
Clark had a lot more back history together leading up to GGGoH, I'd argue
that
was the first time Lois became a true, and even loving friend to Clark, so I
didn't have a problem with the time compression in Chris's story because a
combination of changed elements made it believably viable.

>> Of course, Clark is painted a bit differently in this story than he
appears in the first episode.  He seems a lot more vulnerable, unaware and
genuine than he appeared in the pilot.<<<

Again, with the elements shifted, was Clark really different in Chris's
story
or just seemed different due to those changed elements?  That is, in the
pilot
Lois was preoccupied with trying to convince Perry that Platt had a story
that
was valuable and Clark was trying to get a job and Lois only vaguely
acknowledged him. The atmposphere wasn't exactly the same.  There is no "A
plot" in Chris's story, so Lois wasn't in "kill or be killed" mode going
after
some hot story, she was at a conference and she met a man in that relaxed
setting who seemed different from all the other men she'd met, and she liked
him, but the whole time she did have her inner voice issuing warnings<g>
Clark, not meeting 'Mad Dog Lane' wasn't defensive either, and so was more
open in response to her, but not necessarily more vulnerable.

>>>The second thing that I found a little odd was Lois' reaction when Clark
tells her he's an alien.  After an initial reaction of disbelief, which
lasts a page or two, she begins to buy his explanation on rather flimsy
evidence.<<<

I don't know, all Lois had to see was Clark (Superman) swallow a bomb and
survive and she went from zero to awe in about 10 seconds<g>  She was
completely captivated by him and could hardly speak.  Think of Cat's first
impression "Lois Lane, finally, literally swept off her feet.  Too bad he's
an
alien."  Well, if nothing else, Cat seemed to accept the 'alien notion'
pretty
quick ;)  If Chris's depiction of Lois accepting Clark as an alien seemed
off,
then that might be because the pilot was pretty off as well<g>  I mean come
on, why wasn't Lois frightened by a man who could eat a bomb?  Why did
everyone accept that he was an alien when he could have been a robot or a
genetic construct of some kind?  I don't think if someone flew into an
office
that people would be standing around delivering one-liners ;)  Screaming and
cowering does leap to mind however<g>

>>>If Superman had already existed in the story you created, I
think that that might have been okay.  But, as far as Lois is concerned,
aliens are a complete fantasy.  There are no flying men with super
powers.<<<

That's my point, there were no flying men with super powers until Superman
showed up on the shuttle either, but again, Lois accepted him faster than
Lois
did in Chris's story.

>>Anyway, I did like the story a great deal as it is written very well and
is
terribly romantic.  I hope to see more --<<<

Now that I'll agree with ;)

Zoomway@aol.com (apparently destined to see the same things differently ;)
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Hi!

With all this talk of the fic "Meet Me in Kansas City" I'm dying to read
it.  I went to the archives and for some reason I can't get to that
page.  It will only load as far as the "L's" then it comes up netscape
error.  If possible can someone email this fic to me?  I would greatly
appreciate it! :)

Thanx,
j-me
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In a message dated 98-05-26 18:00:29 EDT, you write:

<< The two things that were questionable for me - and, frankly, only two
things in such a long story is pretty good -- were the very beginning where
Lois seems to fall for Clark at first sight.  (Actually, even falling in
love with Clark over three or four days, seemed a bit too quick for Lois.)
Considering all her emotional scars, all her doubts, all that we know of
Lois, this didn't ring as true for my understanding of this character >>

>>I wanted to take a moment to address one thing about "Elseworld" stories,
and whether intended or not, that's what 'Meet Me in Kansas City' is;  a
story that takes the characters away from their true origins (in this case
the true origins being from the pilot) and restarts the story elsewhere and
continues from that altered time line.<<

Yes, I mentioned that it was an Elseworld story.  I think I called it an
alt story -- which may not be the correct term, but that's what I meant.
Convention romance or not, I found Lois to be a lot less hard-edged than I
had expected given her personality, background, etc.  I couldn't believe
she went off with Clark so readily to be honest.  Didn't seem quite like
her.

>>It becomes a carom<<

Had to look this word up.  For a moment there, I thought you were talking
about something chocolate-like.

>>>The second thing that I found a little odd was Lois' reaction when Clark
tells her he's an alien.  After an initial reaction of disbelief, which
lasts a page or two, she begins to buy his explanation on rather flimsy
evidence.<<<

>>I don't know, all Lois had to see was Clark (Superman) swallow a bomb and
survive and she went from zero to awe in about 10 seconds<g>  She was
completely captivated by him and could hardly speak.<<

Well, whether he captivated her or not wasn't the point I was making.  I
said that, in Chris' story, Lois believed Clark was an alien on flimsy
evidence.  Swallowing a bomb is not flimsy.

>>Think of Cat's first impression "Lois Lane, finally, literally swept off
her feet.  Too bad he's an
alien."  Well, if nothing else, Cat seemed to accept the 'alien notion'
pretty quick ;)<<

That's because he rescued the Messenger, flew it to space, and then flew
Lois into the newsroom.  I would say that those actions might qualify him
as being not-human.

>>If Chris's depiction of Lois accepting Clark as an alien seemed off, then
that might be because the pilot was pretty off as well<g>  I mean come on,
why wasn't Lois frightened by a man who could eat a bomb?<<

I don't know, perhaps because she was too busy looking at his tights and
didn't see his face.  By Jove!  Martha was right.  Being unbelievably
handsome and well-endowed is a great disguise.  Works for many men<g>.

>>Why did everyone accept that he was an alien when he could have been a
robot or a genetic construct of some kind?  I don't think if someone flew
into an office that people would be standing around delivering one-liners
;)  Screaming and cowering does leap to mind however<g><<

Once again, I don't know.  Sure, they could have said he was a robot or
whatever.  I'm not sure how many characters other than Cat said he was an
alien right off the bat.  I don't think anyone was sure what he was -- not
even Clark.  (Actually, if Superman had been a government experiment, I'd
say that government wasn't taking enough money out of my paycheck.  Take
more out and make one for me.)

>>>If Superman had already existed in the story you created, I think that
that might have been okay.  But, as far as Lois is concerned, aliens are a
complete fantasy.  There are no flying men with super powers.<<<

>>That's my point, there were no flying men with super powers until
Superman showed up on the shuttle either, but again, Lois accepted him
faster than Lois did in Chris's story.<<

You're misunderstanding me.  I said that in Chris' story Lois bought the
idea that Clark was an alien without any real proof. (He didn't do anything
that unusual in front of her up to that point, so why should she take his
word for it?  Just because he sounded sincere?)   If everything that had
happened to Lois had happened to you and then the guy told you he was an
alien, you would have believed him? (I seem to recall a few characters --
throughout the history of Lois and Clark -- having their sanity questioned
by suggesting Clark was not just plain Clark.)  On the other hand, in the
pilot, there was irrefutable proof that this character (un-named at that
point) was *not* human.  He did remarkable, incredible things. Lois had to
accept that this unknown being was ... something -- gov't experiment,
alien, whatever.  I would never have thought to call an asylum in *that*
case, except for myself perhaps.

>>Zoomway@aol.com (apparently destined to see the same things differently
;)<<

>From me?   Oh, I'm sure there are a lot of things we'd see similarly if we
had ever gotten around to talking outside of L&C, but that doesn't seem to
be as entertaining ; )

Jamie said:
>>With all this talk of the fic "Meet Me in Kansas City" I'm dying to read
it.  I went to the archives and for some reason I can't get to that page.
It will only load as far as the "L's" then it comes up netscape error.  If
possible can someone email this fic to me?  I would greatly appreciate it!
:)<<

Chris, I'll be sending you the address for that check you owe me for
ginning up new interest in your story.<g>

Sandy  -- now let's see what I can do for Genevieve's.<g>
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In a message dated 98-05-27 20:57:44 EDT, you write:

<< Yes, I mentioned that it was an Elseworld story.  I think I called it an
 alt story -- which may not be the correct term >>

True, I think of the Alternate universe created in Tempus Anyone when I hear
"alt story" so that's why I use "Elseworld".

>>>Convention romance or not, I found Lois to be a lot less hard-edged than
I
had expected given her personality, background, etc.  I couldn't believe
she went off with Clark so readily to be honest.<<<

I loved Chris's use of the "inner voice" from Lois.  We mainly knew Lois was
hard-edged  through interaction with others, but in Chris's story, we got to
'hear' Lois ineracting with herself.  So, with absolutely no permission from
the author, but being permitted via copyright law to cite short passages of
written work in a critique (hee hee), this is how Chris handled Lois
accepting
the dinner:

When Clark had suggested they go  some place quieter,
where they could really talk, maybe have  something to eat,
she'd agreed.  The voice had said, <No, no, no!  He's just
trying to separate you from the herd.  The better to ...> He's
not like that, she'd countered.  <They're  *all* like that> the
voice had said, dryly.

Obviously Lois is 'conflicted' ;)   Later, as she's on her way with Clark to
dinner, she starts getting suspicious.  She's totally unfamiliar with the
area, and so as they're driving to this alleged restaurant, Lois starts
noticing the businesses and homes becoming more sparse, she starts to worry
that she should have listened to her inner voice. Clark might be some maniac
and it is at this moment Lois notices Clark is built stronger than she had
thought, yet it is a natural point for her to notice because now she's
fearing
she'll have to physically defend herself against him ;) Here is Lois,
suffering mentally for not listening to her cynical inner voice:

     Now that her mind was flirting with various doomsday
scenarios, she noticed for the first time just how strong
Clark looked.  His shoulders were certainly broad and he was
quite a bit taller than her, too.  She hadn't really taken it
in before because he'd seemed so soft-spoken and gentle.
<It's always the quiet ones, isn't it?> She began to mentally
review her Tae Kwon Do moves ... and every other bit of
martial arts training she'd ever received.

>>It becomes a carom<<

>>>Had to look this word up.  For a moment there, I thought you were talking
about something chocolate-like.<<<

Wow, I feel like we just shared a Mindy Church/Lois Lane moment here ("Cage,
it's gilded cage.") <g> You're thinking of 'carob' a chocolate substitute.
Carom, aside from the billiard shot, is to hit an object and cause the
object
to rebound in a particular direction.  I was just trying to say Chris put a
different spin on the cue ball and sank the 7 ball in the corner pocket
instead of the 3 ball<g>

>>>Well, whether he captivated her or not wasn't the point I was making.  I
said that, in Chris' story, Lois believed Clark was an alien on flimsy
evidence.  Swallowing a bomb is not flimsy.<<<

Well, let's look at the "flimsy" evidence that convinced Lois in Chris's
story:

The puzzle pieces started snapping into place, and the
resulting reverberations were much more deafening than any
thunder could have been.  Her excellent memory displayed them
all for her in disturbing clarity: That first night when Clark
had been able to hear her from the other end of the hall!  The
next morning, down in the lobby, when she'd been hiding from
him and had whispered his name!
        "... I can move really fast ..."
        The way he'd saved them from the speeding car!  His
great reflexes when he was driving!
        "... I-I can even see through most things ..."
        The columns in the lobby!  The time he'd stared up at
her darkened window and then waved to her!

So, Lois got samples of super hearing, super speed and x-ray vision.  Those
may not be as compelling as saving the Messenger or swallowing a bomb, but
neither are such feats accomplished by your average Tom, Dick or Dean Cain
without special effects<g>  It doesn't prove Clark was an alien, but then
neither did anything in the pilot ;)

>>>On the other hand, in the
pilot, there was irrefutable proof that this character (un-named at that
point) was *not* human.<<<<

Ah, but the 'Greatest American Hero' was quite human, but the suit gave him
incredible powers and abilities.  Other heroes got their powers from magic
rings, a special potion and so on, yet they were all human.  Interestingly
enough, in the old Reeves' series, Superman gets amnesia after fighting an
asteroid (lot of that going around ;) He finds his Superman costumes, but
doesn't remember how to be Superman.  He even asks Jimmy if he thinks
Superman's powers comes from the costume.  I just think there's a lot of
conclusions that could have been jumped to, and the idea that Clark was an
"alien" might have been the least likely one.

>>>>>Zoomway@aol.com (apparently destined to see the same things differently
;)<<

>From me?<<<<

Heck no, I see things differently from Debby all the time<g>

Zoomway@aol.com (Once a month for 20 minutes? Holy cow! ;)
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At 02:28 PM 27/05/98 -1000, Jamee Jones wrote:
>Hi!
>
>With all this talk of the fic "Meet Me in Kansas City" I'm dying to read
>it.  I went to the archives and for some reason I can't get to that
>page.  It will only load as far as the "L's" then it comes up netscape
>error.  If possible can someone email this fic to me?  I would greatly
>appreciate it! :)
>
>Thanx,
>j-me

Are "me-toos" permitted on this list? <G>

I got as far as Lois saying "Mm, it's been one of those days,"  she said
ruefully.
        "Wel

and the rest of it just WON'T d/l for me... any chance of having this story
posted to the list in parts? or to me by email?

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Hi,
Li,ke someone else mentioned "all this talke about Meet Me" I am going to=

have to go back and read it again.
When I first found LNC on the Internet I found Fanfic and loved this one.=
 I
don't remember where I found it but saved it on disk.
I am going to go back and read it again this weekend. Thanks for reviving=

good Fanfic.
Donna
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Never read it at your office.

Espeically if you work in a quiet office...enough said!

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Sandra McDermin said in reply to my comments:
>>>Okay- essay time. I didn't have a problem with this... After all, this
>is a woman who regularly gets thrown off the tops of buildings. This is
>a world where aliens from other planets do exist. This is a world where
>physics allows unpowered flight by aforementioned aliens.<<
>
>I disagree.  There was no indication in Chris' story that aliens exist.  I
>took her story to be quite straightforward, real life-like, etc. -- the
>only alien was Clark and the world didn't know about him yet.  That was
>evidenced by the very end of the story when the whole world was doing
>backflips over "Superman" and his saving of the space shuttle, etc. just as
>they did in the pilot.  They had never seen anybody like him and didn't
know *what* he was.  The only reason Clark knew that he was a Kryptonian
>was because he had access to the globe (as Chris pointed out), or *he*
>wouldn't even have known that he was from another planet.
>
>>>While Chris does not really go into this, something I've actually
>noticed quite a bit with many other authors, the universe into which
>Superman/Kal-El/Clark Kent was born is a universe filled with other
>aliens and 'super'-people. They may not have an impact on the daily
>lives of ordinary people, but they do exist.<<
>
>That's in the comic books.  That wasn't the case in L&C -- until the New
>Kryptonians came along.

Well, unfortunately, I'm coming from the comics. In my mind, if it ain't
comin' from the L&C canon, it's got all of the supporting cast/mythology
of the DCU (or at least as much of it as I care to read). Everyone
brings a different set of assumptions to the material they read. Mine
simply happens to include immortal amazons and a man running around
dressed like bat, in addition to the requisite good looking alien in
blue tights. :)
>
>>>Even Lois comments, when Clark is trying to tell her about himself: "To
>top my scenarios you'd have to be the deposed monarch of a tiny, but
>very wealthy eastern European kingdom, or ... a Martian."<<
>
>I believe the character was being facetious.  I've been known to refer to
>martians even though I don't believe in them.

True- I'll have to admit that I was reaching when I pulled that quote
out.

>*I* believe in men who call when they say they will and ask you out at
least
>a few days in advance and tell you whether they're involved with other
people
>and....  See, *I'm* living in another fantasy world entirely!

:) Men call? Man- my fantasy world needs work...
>
>>>Now, keeping in mind that there is a Martian running around the Denver
>police department in this universe, and there are hundreds of itty-bitty
>kingdoms scattered around eastern and western Europe, I don't find this
>much of a stretch at all.<<
>
>There's a martian running around the Denver police department in *this*
>universe?<g>  To what universe are you referring?  Can they tell us
>anything about JonBenet Ramsey?

J'onn J'ozz, the Martian Manhunter, AKA John Jones, is a detective in
the Denver Police Department in the DC Universe. He probably couldn't
tell you anything about the Ramsey case because the Boulder PD is
bungling... er... handling it.
>
>Hum ... Hum ... Hum<dagnabbit!> Hum*bly*  <Whew!  That's *so* difficult!>,
>Sandy

:)
Misha
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Well, onward.

As soon as S5 was in the can, so to speak, I wanted very much to go onto
the TUFS website and read Genevieve's solo effort and her work with Pat.
Both these nice people were very helpful in proofing my n-fic stories:
Genevieve was extremely kind to work on "Love as a Blonde" and Pat did a
great job with "Taken".  Obviously, I respect and like them both very much
so I wanted to take the opportunity to tell them where they had gone wrong
... I mean right -- right ... with their stories.<g>
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First off, I thought  Genevieve's "Yet Each Man Kills" was a good, tight
story, with A and B plots that complemented each other very well.
Different from most fanfic I've read, Superman and L&C are confronted with
a credible, real-life problem (spousal abuse).  I must admit, I think these
type of "A" plots are harder to write because you can't wrap them up as
easily with magic or superpowers.  Genevieve shows this nicely by providing
us with a believably ambiguous ending.  We aren't sure if the people in
trouble here will end up living happily ever after just as we can't be
certain in our own lives.

Secondly, Genevieve did something which I always have trouble doing.  She
keeps a tight rein on the story so that it doesn't drift.   In other words,
she doesn't try to throw everything she ever wanted to say about L&C into
the mix.  Frankly, I think participating in these 5th season projects was
very helpful in this regard.  By being restricted to a certain agreed upon
continuity; a timetable within the episode; and -- perhaps -- the
obligation to get something accomplished, i.e., move the baby story along,
promote a supporting character, let someone in on the big S-secret,
whatever -- the writer really must cater to a "higher" agenda than one
might have when writing alone.  That actually was kind of fun.  I don't
know if Genevieve was "assigned" anything in her episode, but in mine, I
was responsible for the baby shower.  So, come hell or high water I had to
do something about that or face the wrath of my fellow writers ; ).  This
gave me -- and perhaps her -- an appreciation for what real TV writers must
face.  It was a definite learning experience.

Today, I got an e-mail from Genevieve that contained the following:  "I was
surprised I didn't get more 'Sam and Ellen would never act that way' posts
for YEMK."  Uh oh.  I guess I'm going to  live up to your expectations, as
I did have a little trouble with the Sam and Ellen portrayals.  In your
efforts to contrast and compare between couples and show the full range of
spousal abuse, I did think you made Ellen seem more submissive than I would
have expected and Sam more unthinking.  No doubt, Sam had been unthinking
in the past, and was disrespectful to his wife, but I thought he was
turning over a new leaf.... I haven't read all of TUFS so perhaps the
relationship had backslided from 4th season.

This is the section that surprised me re Ellen and Sam:

"Now Princess..." Sam began, when Ellen interrupted.
     "Lois has a point, Sam.  I've had lots of doctors in my day, and
you need a doctor who respects you."  Sam gave her a look of
disbelief.  "I'm serious," Ellen continued.  "Lois needs to do what
she is comfortable with."
     "Ellen," Sam said in an aside.  "Lois and I are talking."
     "Well, I know that, Sam, but I want to say something," Ellen
began doggedly.  "I may not be a doctor, but I've had two babies."
     Sam shook his head disparagingly.  "Oh, come off it, Ellen.
They had you drugged to the teeth with Lois, and you were *drunk*
when Lucy was born.  You don't know about childbirth; you can't even
remember it.  Now, this is a medical decision, and it has nothing to
do with you.  Why don't you just worry about what to serve your
bridge club next week?"
     Ellen opened her mouth to start to say something else, but Sam
intervened.  "Hush," he said in a vicious stage whisper, "Just be
quiet.  Nobody cares what you think."
     Ellen stared at him for a moment in confusion, then dropped her
head and stared at her plate, twisting her hands together.  Silence
ruled around the table.  Lois looked quickly at her father and her
mother, and then glanced quickly over at Clark.  He was staring at
his plate, pushing the food around with his fork.  She looked at her
mother again.  Lois was reminded of the women she had seen at the
shelter, who had also been unable to meet her eyes.  Memories of
other dinners, other disagreements, came back to her, and she glanced
at her father with a dawning suspicion in her eyes.  Suddenly Ellen
pushed back her chair and stood up, her trembling apparent.
     "I'll...I'll be right back," she said quietly, as she
disappeared in the direction of the bathroom.
     Sam watched her leave.  "She'll be all right.  Now, Lois, you
have to consider..."
     "Daddy," Lois protested.  "I wanted to hear what Mother had to
say."
     Sam looked up, surprise apparent on his face.  "That's a
surprise," he laughed.  "Let's be serious about this, Lois.  Changing
your doctor at this late date is not a decision to make lightly."
     "I don't make any decision lightly.  And in this case, I think
Mother's right."

*******
Frankly, I couldn't imagine Sam belittling Ellen in such an obvious way,
and I certainly couldn't see Ellen taking it, leaving the room like a
wounded animal. (She had seemed so much stronger in the TV version.)  I
will have to read more of TUFS, however, to see if there is some evolution
in their relationship which is playing out here.

Continuing with this passage, however, you do bring up something that I
don't think I've seen as much -- either in the show or in fanfic writing --
and that is, the *complexity* of Lois' reaction to her parents
relationship.  It is *so* true that one parent's contempt for another will
affect a child's own view of those parents and this is dead on in Lois'
case.  As she grew up, I can see her dismissing her mother because her
father did and then, as an adult, being appalled with herself upon
realizing this.

Furthermore, most of us have zeroed in on Lois' overachieving tendencies in
relation to her father's expectations, and this is certainly canon.  But, I
don't think many of us -- well, actually I refer to it slightly in
"Taken"<g> -- mentions the fact that Lois' quest for perfection is directly
related to her desire not to rock the boat any further than it's already
rocking, not to cause any more dissension in her family, as you imply here:

"This may have been going on for years, Clark," Lois continued.
"Maybe the reason I think my mother is silly is because I've heard my
father say so all these years.  And Mother's an alcoholic -- she
always seems to want to drink more when Daddy's around.  And look at
me!  I'm just like Bea Warne described the children this morning --
I'm a perfectionist, driven to be the best in my profession, and I
keep people at arm's length.  Clark, what do you think?"

 I can almost "see" Lois studying fiercely in her room trying to drown out
her parent's bitter arguments until she, too, finally opted out by leaving,
putting a distance between herself and anyone who could hurt her.
Dysfunctional families sometimes produce super-achieving children just for
these very reasons. You've made a great character point about Lois here,
and, for that reason, I think the spousal abuse comparison *really* works
and gives us some real texture to Lois' background.  I just don't think the
*current* characterization of Sam and Ellen works as well for me.

All in all, a great job though. I enjoyed it.

Oops.  This has gotten so long that I think I'll do "Paradise Lost" a
little later  -- *if* people are interested in continuing this sort of
thing.  Don't be shy.  Except for you, Zoomway -- be shy, please<g>.

Take care guys,
Sandy
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At 04:00 AM 5/28/98 EDT, you wrote:

[snip]

>Heck no, I see things differently from Debby all the time<g>
>
>Zoomway@aol.com (Once a month for 20 minutes? Holy cow! ;)

You must think it's an interesting concept, too, eh?
(After all, you're dwelling on it...)

Imagine how hard Lois would have to work to pique more than
a WAFFy cuddle out of him...!

Debby
Debby@swcp.com
wondering what all the nonNfic readers are thinking now...
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In a message dated 98-05-27 20:57:44 EDT, you write:

>>It becomes a carom<<
>>>Had to look this word up.  For a moment there, I thought you were
talking
about something chocolate-like.<<<
>>>>Wow, I feel like we just shared a Mindy Church/Lois Lane moment here
("Cage,
it's gilded cage.") <g>

Um ... I didn't "feel" it, although I *really* "appreciate" the comparison.
:(

>Zoomway@aol.com (apparently destined to see the same things differently;)<
>>>From me?<<
>>>Heck no, I see things differently from Debby all the time<g><<<

I'm certainly honored to be included in such illustrious company.<g>

>>Like someone else mentioned "all this talke about Meet Me" I am going to
have to go back and read it again. When I first found LNC on the Internet I
found Fanfic and loved this one. I
don't remember where I found it but saved it on disk. I am going to go back
and read it again this weekend. Thanks for reviving good Fanfic.
Donna<<

Jeez, why can't I drum up this interest in my own work?  Ah-h-h well, what
can I say.  It's my lot in life.  Always doing for others.  Never thinking
of myself....

St. Sandra
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At 05:42 PM 5/28/98 -0600, you wrote:
>At 04:00 AM 5/28/98 EDT, you wrote:
>
>[snip]
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>>Heck no, I see things differently from Debby all the time<g>
>>
>>Zoomway@aol.com (Once a month for 20 minutes? Holy cow! ;)
>
>You must think it's an interesting concept, too, eh?
>(After all, you're dwelling on it...)
>
>Imagine how hard Lois would have to work to pique more than
>a WAFFy cuddle out of him...!
>
>Debby
>Debby@swcp.com
>wondering what all the nonNfic readers are thinking now...
>

Well this Nfic reader is mildly confused...

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In a message dated 98-05-21 14:09:11 EDT, you write:

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At 07:44 PM 5/28/98 -0400, you wrote:
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> I can almost "see" Lois studying fiercely in her room trying to drown out
>her parent's bitter arguments until she, too, finally opted out by leaving,
>putting a distance between herself and anyone who could hurt her.
>Dysfunctional families sometimes produce super-achieving children just for
>these very reasons.

I can see the public service anouncement now...

"Help your child do well in school, fight with your spouse in front of
them."

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>>>Zoomway@aol.com (Once a month for 20 minutes? Holy cow! ;)

>>You must think it's an interesting concept, too, eh?
>>(After all, you're dwelling on it...)
>>Imagine how hard Lois would have to work to pique more than
>>a WAFFy cuddle out of him...!
>>Debby
>>wondering what all the nonNfic readers are thinking now...

Considering that I check zoom's site twice a day, just in case, and read
everything sent to the nfic list as soon as I receive it, I'd consider
myself pretty up on nfic, but I don't have the faintest idea of what you two
are referring to.  Is my server bouncing my mail again?

Sheila
sharper@cncc.cc.co.us
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Wow!  I'm not able to check my mail for a couple of days and look
what I find when I get back online! :-)
<Psst! Sandy, the check's in the mail, my dear ;-)>

Seriously, though, I was very flattered to discover that you all had
been discussing my story while I was "grounded" because of
thunderstorms.  We get them quite regularly every year around this
time, beginning about the end of April or the first of May.  I still
remember missing the entire teaser for "The Foundling" the first time
it aired because our local station felt it necessary to interrupt
programming to let us know that it was raining outside. <g>  It's a
good thing I wasn't on LOISCLA back then, or I would probably
have had a fit hearing everyone else talking about that opening
scene. ;-)

If the thunder will stay away for a while I'd like to talk about two
of my favorite things: L&C and writing about L&C. <g>  I'd like to
share some of my thoughts about MMIKC with you ... not to try and
change anyone's mind because I could certainly appreciate all the
viewpoints that were posted, but more because I thought you might be
curious to read just what in the world I was thinking of when I wrote
that story. ;-)

"Meet Me in Kansas City" came about for a lot of reasons.  I've
always liked the Clark character more than the Superman character,
which I guess is a huge part of why L&C appealed to me so
immediately.  (Yes, I was one of those people who was watching the
Pilot and have been hanging around ever since. :-))  With my feelings
for Clark, I wanted to write a story that was just about him -- no
Superman.  A very "early years" story didn't feel right to me, and
besides I don't think I could compete with Margaret Brignell's
stories in that vein.  They are really great.  She has a wonderful
"feel" for what young boys and men are like, as I've told her before,
and I'm glad she shares that with us.
Anyway, I thought about various possibilities all during the time I
was finishing work on "Dimensions of Loving," and at some point I
began to wonder what would happen if Lois had met Clark before
Superman had been "invented."  Would she respond to him faster if she
wasn't distracted by that suit and its obvious good points which
Sandy so graciously reminded us about in one of her posts? <g>  It
seemed to me that she just might.  And it was right about here in the
process that I'm afraid I allowed personal experience to leak into
the plot.

You know that old saying about how a girl has to kiss a lot of toads
before she can find her prince?  Well, there are a lot of Lexs,
Scardinos and Deters out there, too, that a girl has to get past
before she can find her own Clark Kent. :-)  Like Lois, I was pretty
cynical about men based on some of the experiences I'd had, and had
actually given up on the whole idea of finding that "perfect"
guy--hadn't dated for a couple of years, had planned the rest of my
life out, had everything just like I wanted it.  Then one day, I
turned around and there was this guy ... beautiful brown eyes, a
wonderful smile, great sense of humor and best of all, he liked me.
Me!  The real me.  Amazing!  He asked me out and I went.  Didn't
really know anything about him except his name, and yet I went.
Somehow I felt I could trust him.  Don't ask me how, because I
couldn't tell you. :-)  Well, we pretty much fell in love at first
sight, altho we did wait a decent interval before we got engaged--six
weeks. <g>  Last month we celebrated our 18th wedding anniversary.
He's my best friend, and I can't imagine my life without him.

When I watched L&C the first time around I couldn't get over how much
similarity there was between what L&C were going through and what I'd
experienced.  I'm sure that my feelings about my dating years as
well as those about my wonderful husband affected what I saw on the
screen.  Yes, I saw a tough, cynical newswoman who'd gotten a raw
deal more times than was fair, but I also saw how even in the Pilot
Clark could bring her up short and make her notice him.  I believe
that she was way more attracted to him than she wanted to admit, just
as I'm sure that Clark fell in love with her about two minutes after
he met her. :-)
Some time in the future I'd love to discuss in more detail the Lois
and Clark characters as they appeared in the Pilot, but for now I'll
just mention what most stands out in my mind as the times you
can see Lois reassessing her opinion of Clark (in Dr. Platt's
"office" when he knows about ion particles, at the DP when he
promises to help Mrs. Platt prove that her husband did not commit
suicide, and the way he tells off that callous policeman at the
murder scene).  In those instances he wasn't trying to impress Lois
with Nigerian princess stories, he was just being Clark -- caring,
thoughtful and intelligent Clark -- and she's impressed. (Not
my-god-he's-just-swallowed-a-bomb impressed, but impressed none the
less. <g>) One other thing in the Pilot that I will mention as a clue
which I think helps prove Lois has already begun to trust Clark:
when she tells him that she's broken all three of her rules.  She
didn't have to do that, and she certainly didn't have to go into the
detail that she does.  It's obviously not an easy thing for her to
talk about and yet she tells this guy, whom she's only know for two
days, one of the most intimate details of her life.  Why would she do
that if there wasn't already some connection between them?  Maybe
because she sees something in him that allows her to trust him?  It
could be something that she isn't even really allowing herself to
consciously acknowledge.  Of course, this is Lois we're talking
about here, <g> so she feels she has to "fix" things the very next
day by threatening Clark if he should ever repeat anything she'd
said.  As Lex said, "Two steps forward, one step back."  :-)

It was the Lois I've described above that I put into MMIKC.  Someone
who, like me, could fall in love at first sight but still not believe
that she had.  A person who maybe hadn't yet completely given up on
the idea of love despite what a brusque manner and a career-centered
focus might lead one to otherwise think.  I thought that if I could
take a Lois like that and put her into a situation which would allow
her to not be in charge, *and* to meet a Clark Kent who wasn't either
competing with her for a story or being foisted on her by her editor,
then her "destiny" with Clark might just have a fighting chance.  If
they could be thrown together in some way that would allow them time
to get to know one another in a non-life threatening scenario, I
figured that Clark's sweet nature, his sense of humor and his
intelligence might be able to break through her self-imposed
barriers.  And, I guess getting an opportunity for a sneak peek at
his other "attributes" couldn't hurt, either. <bg>

Putting in those bits with Lois's annoying inner voice were a lot of
fun.  Some of what she says to herself are things I've said to myself
before while out on dates -- especially dates that weren't going
well. <g>  I guess because I do that kind of thing (talk to myself
;-)), it was easy for me to imagine what Lois might be thinking as I
put her into the various scenes in the story.  Since I don't know
what a guy's inner voice sounds like (or even if guys have inner
voices), I didn't put one in for Clark.  Consequently the story is
quite a bit from Lois's POV, even though I had set out to write a
Clark story.

The other point Sandy mentioned ... about Lois so readily accepting
Clark as an alien, generated some interesting discussions, too.
Everyone who responded to it certainly had some good reasons for
their POVs, and I can see where each one can make a case for their
opinions.  That's another thing I love about L&C; all the different
ways that we can each interpret the show and yet we all still enjoy
it.  It was certainly great to be able to talk face-to-face with so
many FoLCs at the LAFF last year about my favorite show and the
characters we all love so much.  Sandy and I had a great time talking
over L&C, fanfic writing and writing in general one afternoon.  I
wish I'd been able to spend more time visiting with more FoLCs.
That's about the only regret I have about that trip.
Where was I?  It's getting late, and I think I'm starting to wander
off here ... <g>  Oh, yes ... aliens. :-)
I can understand what you're saying there, Sandy.  Maybe you're right
about that, but when I was writing it and seeing in my mind what Lois
was seeing, it didn't seem too far-fetched to me that she would
believe him.  I could picture her getting all these "clues" together
on some subconscious level and then having it all gel while Clark was
telling her about his home planet, etc.  I felt that all the details
he was able to give her--his parents' names, the name of the planet,
the red sun vs. yellow sun stuff--would lend a certain authenticity
to the whole story.
Then, when he goes missing, her feelings for him kick in and the
whole alien business is put on the back burner until such time as
she's confronted with it again.  I also was trying to have her deal
with the issue of his alienness on different levels and in different
degrees: when he suddenly reappears on her balcony, the incident with
the hot tea, and the discovery of him having been at the silo fire.

I'm glad you shared with me what worked for you, Sandy, and what
didn't because it's a great way for me to learn.  I also very much
appreciated what Zoom, Donna, Erin and Melissa had to say about
MMIKC.  As Erin so rightfully put it, we writers "LIVE" for
feedback. :-) I hope you all didn't mind that I shared some of my
thought processes and behind the scenes stuff with you.

This was a lot of fun, and I look forward to reading more discussions
about other fanfics.  Now that I've finally finished these classes
I've been taking maybe I'll be able to participate more often. I've
really enjoyed reading the POV thread and the threads about difficult
characters, how other writers approach their writing, etc., I just
never before had the time to toss my hat into the ring.  I will try
not to be so longwinded next time, tho. <g>  I guess the enforced
silence was harder on me than I'd thought. ;-)

--Chris
... who also has a lot of fanfic reading to catch up on. Oh, the
things I have to do for L&C. <g>

P.S.  I also noticed that a couple of people were having trouble
getting a copy of MMIKC from the Archive.  If you're still
interested in reading it and haven't gotten a copy yet, I could send
it to you.  Let me know if you can handle attachments or not.

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Beautiful post, Chris.

I hadn't heard that story about how you met your husband before, and now I
feel all WAFFy inside.  What a great story!

Just proves that truth is sometimes stranger than fiction.  I have a friend
who has had so many interesting experiences in her relatively young life
(she's 29) that we always joke that if she were a character on a soap
opera, people would be complaining about her unrealistic plot lines. <g>

That's why I love hearing stories such as yours.  You remind us we all have
different life experiences and as soon as one person says "that would never
happen!" someone else's hand will go up and they'll say "well, actually
..." ;)

Thanks for a great post,

Kathy

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