From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG9811C" ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1998 22:14:18 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Erin Klingler Subject: Question: Clark truly angry?? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi all. :) I needed some help brainstorming part of my fic, and who better to turn to than you all? What I'm trying to remember is, in which episodes (and instances) have we seen Clark truly angry? And even more helpful, can anyone think of times when he's been angry at or with Lois? It would really help me to be able to remember how he's reacted in these situations, and to know what provoked him to get angry. I thought about checking Zoom's site for one of her famous concordances, but I doubt she has one of Clark being angry. So if you guys could help me out, I'd be grateful! I couldn't decide if responses to this were post-worthy, so if you feel they're not, feel free to email me privately. :) Thanks everyone! Erin :) _______________ erink@ida.net Visit my updated LNC website! http://www.ida.net/users/davek/ ***** "No one knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not the years that count, it's the moments...right now, as they happen." _______________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 00:25:48 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/14/98 11:15:47 PM Central Standard Time, erink@IDA.NET writes: << What I'm trying to remember is, in which episodes (and instances) have we seen Clark truly angry? And even more helpful, can anyone think of times when he's been angry at or with Lois? It would really help me to be able to remember how he's reacted in these situations, and to know what provoked him to get angry. >> Clark was angry with Tempus and even threatened him in Meet John Doe, "You stay away from her, or I promise you will see my ethics disappear" Even shoves him. Lex has made him angry, and yes, he's been angry with Lois, and downright nasty to her, check out the 1rst season finale. He was angry with her in Neverending Battle too, when she stole his story. But "hate" inspired anger, he's never felt for Lois ("I could never hate you, Lois") even at his most angry. I think Clark tries to keep the anger in check when he can, because it would be a bad deal if he ever acted on it ;) Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1998 23:42:27 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? In-Reply-To: <112b6718.364e65dc@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 12:25 AM -0500 11/15/98, The Zoomway wrote: >Clark was angry with Tempus and even threatened him in Meet John Doe, "You >stay away from her, or I promise you will see my ethics disappear" Even >shoves him. Lex has made him angry, He's been most angry with Lex ... in Double Jeopardy, when he shoves Lex against his apt wall and tells him "do you know how easily I could kill you?!?" > and yes, he's been angry with Lois, and >downright nasty to her, check out the 1rst season finale. I may be in the minority here, but I never saw that "lead lined robe" comment as all that awful. I mean, yes, he was out of line, but he was no where near as mad at her as he has been other times. He was hurt yes, but not extremely angry, IMO. > He was angry with >her in Neverending Battle too, when she stole his story. And don't forget Stop The Presses. I think that's the closest to a real fight between L&C, as contrived as it was. (And it could have been done so much better -- that's the hard part for me, not that we got a fight ep, but that they took a plot with so much potential and made it lame. :P) > But "hate" inspired >anger, he's never felt for Lois ("I could never hate you, Lois") even at his >most angry. I think Clark tries to keep the anger in check when he can, >because it would be a bad deal if he ever acted on it ;) I've read a good chunk of Erin's story, the one she's brainstorming for, and believe me, she is not going for a "Clark hates Lois" story ... just the opposite. It's going to be a good romance. But I also think she's on the right track here, if she's asking for the reason I think she's asking. ;) Hope that helps, Erin! Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 00:48:21 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sheila Harper Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 11:42 PM 11/14/98 -0600, Kathy Brown wrote: >> and yes, he's been angry with Lois, and >>downright nasty to her, check out the 1rst season finale. > >I may be in the minority here, but I never saw that "lead lined robe" >comment as all that awful. I mean, yes, he was out of line, but he was no >where near as mad at her as he has been other times. He was hurt yes, but >not extremely angry, IMO. I didn't even think of the lead-lined robe comment, Kathy. I was remembering him pointing a finger at her and telling her to go ahead, get in bed with the devil, or the scene on the street when she wanted to give him a lift and was driving a car from Lex so Clark refused, or the scene at Perry's retirement party. He was angry and nasty toward her. Of course, other than the STP fight, that's the last time I can remember Clark being really angry with Lois. Sheila sharper@cncc.cc.co.us ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1998 23:53:53 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? In-Reply-To: <364CA76F000001A6@cncc.cncc.cc.co.us> (added by cncc.cncc.cc.co.us) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 12:48 AM -0500 11/15/98, Sheila Harper wrote: >I didn't even think of the lead-lined robe comment, Kathy. I was >remembering him pointing a finger at her and telling her to go ahead, get in >bed with the devil, or the scene on the street when she wanted to give him a >lift and was driving a car from Lex so Clark refused, or the scene at >Perry's retirement party. He was angry and nasty toward her. Ah! You are right, Sheila, thanks. My mistake. I didn't even think of those scenes, and he was nasty. (Not that I totally blame him ...) I agree, Erin, those would be good ones for what I think you are going for. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 01:21:09 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/14/98 11:42:33 PM Central Standard Time, kathyb@FGI.NET writes: << He's been most angry with Lex ... in Double Jeopardy, when he shoves Lex against his apt wall and tells him "do you know how easily I could kill you?!?" >> Yeah, I said he was angry at Lex, but since Clark never really seemed to ever have a decisive victory against Lex, his anger seemed to have a "smoke and mirror" quality. All gab and no substance. >>> may be in the minority here, but I never saw that "lead lined robe" comment as all that awful. I mean, yes, he was out of line, but he was no where near as mad at her as he has been other times. He was hurt yes, but not extremely angry, IMO.<<< Nope, wasn't talking about the "lead-lined robe" comment, that was just Clark lashing out like a hurt kid. It's one of his "knee-jerk" moments like "that must have been some *talk* if you needed a shower" or "How far are you willing to go to get that interview" No, I'm talking about the scenes at the retirement party and when Lois drives up and asks Clark to hop in. His tone isn't much better with her than it is with Lex. "What do you want, Lois?" is said like "What do you want, Luthor?" It's as if he can barely tolerate her or look at her. Like I said, nasty ;) >>>And don't forget Stop The Presses. I think that's the closest to a real fight between L&C, as contrived as it was.<<< Really? Seemed like frustration to me. Like when he dials Lois' number in WWW, gets a busy signal and then smashes the phone when he hangs it up. He pulls the door from the hinges in Stop the Presses after getting so flustered arguing. Arguing doesn't always have to equal "anger" Sometime it's just frustrating, "I felt like I was talking to a brick wall." kind of thing. >>>I've read a good chunk of Erin's story, the one she's brainstorming for, and believe me, she is not going for a "Clark hates Lois" story ... just the opposite. It's going to be a good romance. But I also think she's on the right track here, if she's asking for the reason I think she's asking.<<< No, I didn't think she was Just making the point that while hate or even fear inspired anger in Clark towards Tempus or Lex, it was never the inspiration when Lois angered him. Clark also has a tendency to sulk He did that in WHALTA and STP. He shuts himself off, walls himself in and does anything else he can do to avoid an issue that has him upset with Lois. That only makes things come to a boil and then an explosive confrontation later. Clark is upset with Lois in Shadow of a Doubt too, but again, frustration seems more prevalent than true anger. He can't get a straight answer on what happened. They were both clueless in the relationship arena, and so they both made mistakes and both twisted off, but there are degrees. Sometimes Clark would get a little ticked off, or mad, but true anger directed towards Lois was fairly rare. Lois probably cried herself to sleep the night Clark broke up with her (for her own good ;) but at that moment in time, it mattered little that Clark broke her heart out of misguided love rather than anger, because the heart was still broken. Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 14 Nov 1998 21:15:52 -1000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jamee Jones Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Erin Klingler wrote: > >.>What I'm trying to remember is, in which episodes (and instances) > have we > seen Clark truly angry? And even more helpful, can anyone think of > times > when he's been angry at or with Lois? It would really help me to be > able to > remember how he's reacted in these situations, and to know what > provoked him > to get angry.<< What about the Lex Files when there was that missunderstanding that Mr. Luckabee caused between L&C because of him coming on to Lois at the hotel? That scene back in L&C's living room, he wasn't too happy. I can't remember what all was said, but he was pretty upset at the situation, and for Lois not saying something about it right away. I'm sure he trusts her, but he's just so protective of her and you could see how upset he was! j-me > > > ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 10:18:58 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Layney D." Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit The time that sticks out most in my mind -- Clark being angry with Lois -- is during "The Lex Files" arc. I believe it was in "Shadow of A Doubt" when Clark felt betrayed and lied to by Lois b/c of Linus Luckaby and the hotel scenario. That scene seemed realistic and very husbandly Clark-like. ~Layney ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 11:49:52 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Gillian B Tanz Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? <> What a great thread ;-) Well, there's Double Jeopardy of Course, Meet John Doe.... I think the REAL bad guys like Lex and Tempus are what makes him the angriest. He comes as close to hatred as possible when he's battling those guys. And then you have Contact- the billionaire geek who played with action figures- Clark was furious with him because of what had happened to Lois ("This is YOUR fault!"). If fact, when you think about it, Clark's never more angry than when Lois is put in harm's way, or is threatened. Then you have a lesser kind of anger when he and Lois have their spats, which are really too numerous to list, and even larger blow-outs, like when she was going to marry Lex, or their first fight as a married couple, when she became editor of the Planet and "sat on the evidence". ;-) Hope that's useful to ya. -Jill aka AlienDove- AlienDove@juno.com ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ my webpage: http://members.tripod.com/~AlienDove/index.html "The truth is nobody knows how long they've got. Anyway, it's not years that count, it's the moments. Right now, as they happen." - CK in Brutal Youth ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 09:10:32 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: How the show was like the comics ... and not In-Reply-To: <1f68d97c.3649f4eb@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 03:34 PM 11/11/1998 -0500, Zoomway wrote: [snip] >If you ever want to see Superman at his Messianic best, plunk down sixteen >bucks and get "Superman: Peace on Earth" Or, if you're in the U.S., it's $9.95 plus tax (unless they made a cheaper version for Albuquerque; I note that in Canada they want 15.75). I just bought it yesterday, mainly for the art. If the art's not good, I'll probably not buy a comic (comics are, after all, a visual media). That's the reason I didn't buy the "Superman for All Seasons" four-part comic: for some reason, no matter the quality of the story, I could not stand the art (others like it, that's fine with me). (Lois in part 4 looked okay, but that's not enough for me to spend that $$$) Note that in S:PoE there's no mention of any other regular cast members. At the comic store where I bought it, the young man behind the counter kept marveling at how old Superman looked. The comic's Clark looks a lot like George Reeves's Clark, too. Further, I noted that the store had a tshirt with the middle picture of the three-picture version of Clark--Clark opens jacket--Superman bursts out >from the special edition of Superman Forever (which I couldn't find, drat), by the same artist as S:PoE. The artist did an earlier special comic series, didn't he? I didn't like it at the time... but since then the art has grown on me. I'll have to watch for it for a reappraisal :) For good story *and* art, try the special "Under A Yellow Sun" and "Time and Time Again". Both real winners! Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 13:07:33 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: How the show was like the comics ... and not Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/15/98 11:44:57 AM Central Standard Time, debby@SWCP.COM writes: << Or, if you're in the U.S., it's $9.95 plus tax (unless they made a cheaper version for Albuquerque; I note that in Canada they want 15.75). >> True, I quoted the Canadian price (boy, do they get ripped off! ;) >>>I just bought it yesterday, mainly for the art. If the art's not good, I'll probably not buy a comic (comics are, after all, a visual media).<<< And art, after all, is in the eye of the beholder, but I felt in the Superman for All Seasons that Superman did look a bit like a Thanksgiving parade balloon, and while the story started promising from purely a storytelling point of view, it too became disappointing at the end. As for how the comics and the show are alike, I have a couple of pages up that illustrate that very thing ;) I have to give a big "thank you" to Georgia Walden for the scans, especially of the older "pre-crisis" comics, and to Andrea for doing so many screen captures from the episodes that match the comic pictures (which have attributions, thanks, Jen ;) Anyway, I have one page at: http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/comics/similar.htm And it links to the second. This is an ongoing project, and so isn't finished, but these two pages might be interesting to those who have never read the comics and wondered if there were any similarities ;) Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 07:30:19 +1100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jenny Stosser Subject: Re: How the show was like the comics ... and not Comments: To: debby@swcp.com In-Reply-To: <4.0.2.19981115090241.0090cd30@swcp.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 09:10 AM 15/11/98 -0700, you wrote: >At 03:34 PM 11/11/1998 -0500, Zoomway wrote: > >[snip] > > >Further, I noted that the store had a tshirt with the middle picture of the >three-picture version of Clark--Clark opens jacket--Superman bursts out >>from the special edition of Superman Forever (which I couldn't find, drat), I'm fairly certain that my comic shop still has one or two of the lenticular cover "Superman Forever"s available. Do you want me to get one for you? >by the same artist as S:PoE. The artist did an earlier special comic >series, didn't he? I didn't like it at the time... but since then the art >has grown on me. I'll have to watch for it for a reappraisal :) That would have been Kingdom Come. It's now available as a trade paperback (which includes the "extra pages" which were not in the original serialised version) >For good story *and* art, try the special "Under A Yellow Sun" and "Time >and Time Again". Both real winners! I agree! >Debby >Debby@swcp.com -- Jenny Stosser -*- jenerate@ozramp.net.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM & AOL -*- My ICQ# is 11477318 Photos of David (6) and Megan (3) on the Stosser Family HomePage: http://geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4583 Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 17:20:08 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: julie slisz Subject: Lois's Floor MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain excerpt from "Reconstruction" episode 3 of S5 by Leanne Shawler: >>After all, in spite of the smooth sailing she and Clark had in buying their new home, Lois was still sore at her previous real estate agent for making her sign an idiotic lease agreement that forced her to change floors far too many times!<< Hey, wow! This is a great explanation,hehe, I was wondering why she never stayed on the same floor. As soon as I read this, I started laughing, remembering that time I was reading through the concordances in Zoomway's site. Exactly how many different floors did Lois live on? Julie ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 20:27:38 -0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pat Subject: Last call for Christmas at Ralph's Pagoda! Comments: To: "Lois and Clark:The New Adventures of Superman" MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi FoLCs, My apologies in advance to those of you who are on both lists and get this message twice. I'm putting together the final order (for 1998) for Ralph's Pagoda shirts *and* tote bags. (The tote bags are new for the holidays) For those of you unfamiliar with the Ralph's merchandise, I'm reprinting my original announcement here. If you're not interested in the Ralph's shirts or tote bags, please hit the delete key now! Three years ago, during the summer hiatus between L&C's second and third seasons, I attempted to assuage my LCWS by shopping for Lois & Clark merchandise. I was specifically looking for clothing (hats, shirts, etc.) with images or quotes >from the show. What I found was...nothing. Determined to have *something* wearable that advertised L&C (I was getting darn tired of seeing all those "Friends" T-shirts everywhere I looked ) my husband and I decided to design our own. Inspired by the shirts that advertise local restaurants, we chose one of our favorite scenes from one of our favorite episodes, (The Phoenix) and came up with (at least in our opinion ;) the shirt Ralph's Pagoda would have distributed to the citizens of Metropolis. It was a red golf shirt, with Ralph's logo on the front, and the slogan "Ralph's Pagoda, a memorable dining experience" and Chinese restaurant-themed artwork splashed across the back. We silk screened the design on to a few shirts and tote bags for ourselves and a few friends, (and my husband mailed one of the shirts off to Teri ;) Since one of our silk screens got badly damaged in that initial run, we didn't plan on printing more items. We weren't online at the time, so we didn't realize that there were a lot of other FoLCs looking (mostly in vain) for L&C merchandise, too. We wore our shirts to the Midwest FoLC Fest last summer, and to LAFF97. At both fests, people asked where they could get the shirts. In fact, a year after the fests, I was getting inquiries from people about the shirts. Well, I finally have good news for those FoLCs who've been asking after the Ralph's Pagoda shirts and tote bags! I've found a commercial vendor who is willing to reproduce the shirts and totes in a small quantity at a reasonable price. Like the originals, these will be red golf shirts (knitted shirt with a collar and three button placket) The logo will be *embroidered* (Ralph's is a high-class place ;) in black on the shirt front. The slogan and artwork will be silk screened in black on the back. Shirts will be available in sizes Small-10/XL. The cost per shirt is $19.00 each, which includes priority mailing anywhere in the U.S. (second shirt to the same address is $16.00). The tote bags are 12 oz. red cotton canvas, 15" high x 22" wide, with a 5" bottom gusset, a shoulder strap/handle, inside zippered compartment, and end-to-end zipper on outside. The Ralph's Pagoda logo is silk-screened in black on the outside. The price is $17.00 ea.. (includes postage to anywhere in the U.S.) If you're ordering more than one item, deduct $3.00 from the cost of the second item. Please e-mail me *privately* if you're interested in ordering. All orders need to be pre-paid, and our supplier can't guarantee Christmas delivery on any orders received after November 25 (day *before* Thanksgiving) For those of you who haven't seem the design before, there's a .jpeg of it on Zoom's website at: http://members.aol.com/zoomway/lcnews.htm Pat peabody@mcs.com pattijean@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 15 Nov 1998 23:06:21 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Lansbury 1 Subject: Writer's Showcase Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi, There is a new Featured Writer in the Writer's Showcase. The url is ....... http://www. simplyorganized.simplenet.com/showcase.html Annie Lansbury ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 04:40:21 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Debby Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? In-Reply-To: <721ea541.364ef0e2@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Superman's reaction to Bill Fences near the end of Contact was way overblown, IMO. While it's true that Fences wanted to rule the world, it was Lois who followed Superman into the dangerous situation, not an uncommon occurrence, but unless she flew after him, he had to have taken her with him. Then Superman fried the machine, which caused it to overload and blow up. But at who did he growl "This is all your fault!" Fences! While Supes's reaction might have been understandable, he failed to take any responsibility for Lois being with him (and she failed to stay back out of the way) or his precipitous destruction of a machine he did not understand. Perhaps that led to the overreaction in the other direction when he (disguised as Superman, not brave enough to face her as Clark...) dumped Lois for her own good--to keep her from being hurt by his own inability to think ahead, I guess... In other words, it was an exceptionally stupid episode, but it did demonstrate Superman being angry and then being a dunderhead. Debby Debby@swcp.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 10:43:57 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Comic/L&C Similarities page In-Reply-To: <3d098f4.364f1865@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 1:07 PM -0500 11/15/98, The Zoomway wrote: >As for how the comics and the show are alike, I have a couple of pages up that >illustrate that very thing ;) I have to give a big "thank you" to Georgia >Walden for the scans, especially of the older "pre-crisis" comics, and to >Andrea for doing so many screen captures from the episodes that match the >comic pictures (which have attributions, thanks, Jen ;) >http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/comics/similar.htm Zoom, I really enjoyed looking at this. Please keep us updated as you add new pages to the site. Nice. :) Thanks! Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 11:23:20 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Elizabeth Eve Davis Organization: Mississippi State University Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Debby, I agree with you about that episode ("Contact"). In the very next episode, Lois sums it up perfectly: " I love him so much, and he is so dumb!" ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 13:34:45 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Combo post 11/12/98 In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Marie: I share that love of Williams' soundtracks with you. I also became aware of other soundtrack composers as well. A few years ago when I was commuting to Manhattan by express bus, I had a walk to the bus that took fifteen minutes. So, needing some inspiration, I mentally played Williams' theme music for Superman and other films in my head. It sounds corny but the march themes really got me to work on time!! Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >Carolyn wrote: > >Superman fly and at the time were quoted as saying that the flying >effects had to work or the movie wouldn't work either. > > >I was in Wiesbaden, Germany at the time that Superman: The Movie premiered in >the US. About 6 months later, it was shipped overseas for all of us military >brats (and PROUD of it!) to see. I was 16. There were 3 military theaters in >the area that it was shown at in succession. I saw it at all three. I still >have the paper they were giving out at the time. Pictured on the front is a >cloud scene with the words "You Will Believe a Man Can Fly" across the bottom >of the photo. (Echoing Carolyn's remark of what the producers wanted.) >Inside is a brief biography of each actor. As Carolyn wrote, Gene Hackman and >Marlon Brando were given the most billing, but Chris Reeve got an entire >column's worth in the write-up. Young, romantic and starry-eyed, I had a Chris >Reeve poster on my wall for a few years afterwards. >Also in my possession are two paperback books: Last Son of Krypton and The >Making of Superman: The Movie. In addition, I have the original vinyl double >album of John Williams' excellent score. Just before Superman, (or maybe just >after?) Williams had completed the score for Star Wars, another huge success >with American fans stationed in Germany. That soundtrack and the one he did >for Close Encounters of the Third Kind are other vinyl albums I have the >pleasure of owning. Superman: The Movie springboarded me into my love of >orchestral soundtracks, and especially of John Williams' music. In retrospect, >I still adore that film, regardless of my 20/20 hindsight, and infatuation >with Dean Cain. > >Thanks for bringing up some very warm memories, >Marie >ChoirGirl2@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 14:19:47 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: l&c vs Reeve movies (was: Combo post 11/12/98) In-Reply-To: <3.0.1.32.19981114071015.00c19f50@mail.ozramp.net.au> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Jenny: I'd love to see those scanned pages. Never did see the comic book. Anwyay, it just so happens that Superman III was on yesterday and even though I missed the first 18 minutes of it, I believe there were many elements that L&C borrowed from time to time, like the presentation of the keys to the city (Smallville) and the effect on CK/Superman that the manufactured Kryptonite has. The idea that it made him a "regular person" and that he was "out of the nice guy business" seemed very L&C to me. I just happened to see an interview someone taped for me when Dean was on Tom Snyder and Dean says that Chris Reeve did such a good job that he couldn't help but be influenced by him. Also, I wondered how much of the flying technology carried over from the films (Zoom?) since they worked so hard on it. For some of the other effects, I could not suspend my disbelief and the films themselves were not on high qaulity film. When Superman un-leans the Tower of Pisa and then re-leans it, I thought it smacked of a silly L&C ep, even thought it was a dramatic way to show his state of mind. I just can't seem to stop my ep thoughts analyzer bunny! Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >I have a couple of small comments to make about what Carolyn Schnall wrote >At 10:37 AM 13/11/98 -0500 : > >First of all, about the comics, in the most recent issue of Action (#750) >there are some very l&c-ish pages - and it helps that the art is nice. >It's basically a scene with l&c getting ready for bed at the end of the >day. Lois comments that Clark seems preoccupied because he still has his >glasses on. The scene goes for a couple of pages. If anyone is interested >in seeing it without paying $2.95 for the whole book, I could scan those >couple of pages for you. Email me privately. The only thing that bugs me >about those particular pages is that it's obvious they're leading up to the >upcoming storyline which has been advertised where apparently Clark decides >to give up being Clark so he can spend more time being Superman. I'm NOT >looking forward to this, despite having stuck with the book for the past >umpteen years. > >In reference to the Reeve movies: >>4. Speaking of the Reeve movies, the first one was on this past weekend. >>I came across it while channel surfing. I did not intend to watch it again >>as it was on a few weeks ago and I had watched it then. However, after >>watching L&C so much, the movie appeared to me to be overly theatrical. I >>understand why it had that quality. It had everything to do with the fact >>that the producers were trying to bring a comic book character to life in a >>way that had not been done before and they were creating a new way to >>present the material. So Hackman as Lex was over the top, even in makeup >>and wardrobe. All the characters have a slightly artificial look to them, >>especially Clark with the wig of too much hair and the nerdier than nerdy >>glasses. He is not cool. At the time that the film came out, I was >>completely captivated by it. I even liked it a few months ago when I >>watched it again from the beginning. But the other day, all I could see >>was that it seemed silly and overwrought. > >Don't forget that at the time, the movie depicted the relationship between >the characters and the types of characters they were pretty closely to what >was shown in the comics. It was only after John Byrne rewrote Superman >that we were shown in the comics someone who was Clark Kent, but Superman >was something he could do. Prior to that, Clark was the disguise, and he >was intentionally nerdy. The only time I really recall Lois showing any >interest in Clark was in a short story arc in the comics where Superman >lost his powers, and thought it was permanent, and so Clark developed a >personality. (These stories, btw, were written by Elliot Maggin, who most >recently wrote the novelisation of Kingdom Come, and included the famous >Boeuf Bourguinon scenes. Ask me for more info on that if you want ) > > > >>Anyway, back to Superman. The producers were very concerned that Superman >>fly and at the time were quoted as saying that the flying effects had to >>work or the movie wouldn't work either. In addition, the biographical >>background footage was really the first attempt at filming that part of the >>story that I know of. I enjoyed that part of it when I saw it a few weeks >>ago. The scenes in Metropolis were absolutely meant to look like New York >>and most of the casting was pretty good. Of course, Brando and Hackman >>dominated as the stars but I didn't care much about that. The scenes >>towards the end, as I recall, when Lois dies and Superman chooses to ignore >>what he's been taught to save her were extremely compelling and well done. >>I've always felt that there should have been greater consequences to that >>action, considering the import with which it was set up. Perhaps the >>consequences don't shown up until the second movie at the end of which >>Superman gives Lois up (removes her knowledge of his secret from her >>memory) in order to protect her. Another moving scene, as I watched it >>with L&C on the brain. > >Just a funny aside about this one: some years ago, when I was still living >at home, the first Superman movie was on TV and I was sitting watching it >on my own, and getting really involved in the story (again); at the point >where Lois dies in the car and earthquake, and when Superman discovers that >he's too late, he rips the door of the car and stands there and yells over >his grief. My dad walked into the room at that point, and looked at me and >said "who stepped on HIS toe?" As a result, I can now never take that >scene as seriously as it was intended! > > >-- >Jenny Stosser -*- jenerate@ozramp.net.au -*-This message is umop ap!sdn > (Jenerator or Some1Else on IRC) -*- JenerEight on AIM & AOL -*- My ICQ# is >11477318 >Photos of David (6) and Megan (3) on the Stosser Family HomePage: >http://geocities.com/Heartland/Estates/4583 Please sign our guestbook! ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 14:50:32 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: l&c vs Reeve movies (was: Combo post 11/12/98) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/16/98 1:08:26 PM Central Standard Time, cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU writes: << Also, I wondered how much of the flying technology carried over from the films (Zoom?) since they worked so hard on it. >> The flying effects were actually the selling point in the original movie "You will believe a man can fly!" was a big part of the ad campaign back then, and yes, I'm old enough that I actually saw that film in the theater ;) I'm sure for the Lois and Clark pilot, some of those flying techniques were used. Keep in mind the pilot episode cost about 8 times as much to produce as a single episode. It's why little in the way of effects from 1rst season could live up to the pilot. One mistake they made first season was putting Dean in a "hip harness" rig. While that would have allowed SuperGIRL an easy way to fly, it' was a pain in the stomach for Dean The center of gravity is at the widest point on an object, and on women, that's across the hips, well, a woman's center of gravity is at the "center" ;) For men, though, their center of gravity is across their shoulders, one reason it's easier for women to float on their backs than it is for men. It's why early scenes of Dean flying, you see one leg bent and brought forward, that was necessary for him to compensate the hip harness, because without doing that, he was top-heavy and fell forward. When Zarate was brought in 2nd season with an increased FX budget, Dean was spared a lot of the green screen flying sequences. Also, a lot of computer generated work was done for that "blur" flight of speed effect further sparing the need for Dean in harness. They also seemed to get smart and realize the center of gravity problem. The cape ended up with a hole in the back (covered with an extra flap of material when Dean wasn't in harness) that would attach to the inside cape harness thus giving him shoulder support and a smoother, more comfortable way to fly ;) If you ever want to do a fun experiment regarding how men and women's centers of gravity differ, do the old party trick of placing a dining room chair sideways against a wall. Then, have a person (male or female) approach the chair and tell them to bend forward (no fair kicking them ;) and have them press the top of their head against the wall above the chair. Tell them to reach down and lift the chair. Both male and female participants will be able to do this part, but then tell them to straighten up (still holding up the chair) Much more often than not, the women will be able to do this, but men will look like their heads are glued to the wall The added weight of the chair makes men far too top-heavy to straighten up while holding the chair. Even well-endowed women can do it ;) Zoomway@aol.com (yeah, I've been to some dull parties ;) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 15:35:40 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: l&c vs Reeve movies (was: Combo post 11/12/98) In-Reply-To: <359f8789.36508208@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Thanks, Zoom, I knew you would know!! I also saw the first two movies in the theater. Yeah, I'm old enough too.:) Dean, in the Snyder interview, mentioned that the arm movements being different from Reeves in the earlier series was for balance, or he would fall forward. Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >In a message dated 11/16/98 1:08:26 PM Central Standard Time, >cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU writes: > ><< Also, I wondered how much of the flying technology carried over from the > films (Zoom?) since they worked so hard on it. >> > >The flying effects were actually the selling point in the original movie "You >will believe a man can fly!" was a big part of the ad campaign back then, and >yes, I'm old enough that I actually saw that film in the theater ;) I'm sure >for the Lois and Clark pilot, some of those flying techniques were used. Keep >in mind the pilot episode cost about 8 times as much to produce as a single >episode. It's why little in the way of effects from 1rst season could live up >to the pilot. One mistake they made first season was putting Dean in a "hip >harness" rig. While that would have allowed SuperGIRL an easy way to fly, it' >was a pain in the stomach for Dean > >The center of gravity is at the widest point on an object, and on women, >that's across the hips, well, a woman's center of gravity is at the "center" >;) For men, though, their center of gravity is across their shoulders, one >reason it's easier for women to float on their backs than it is for men. It's >why early scenes of Dean flying, you see one leg bent and brought forward, >that was necessary for him to compensate the hip harness, because without >doing that, he was top-heavy and fell forward. When Zarate was brought in 2nd >season with an increased FX budget, Dean was spared a lot of the green screen >flying sequences. Also, a lot of computer generated work was done for that >"blur" flight of speed effect further sparing the need for Dean in harness. >They also seemed to get smart and realize the center of gravity problem. The >cape ended up with a hole in the back (covered with an extra flap of material >when Dean wasn't in harness) that would attach to the inside cape harness thus >giving him shoulder support and a smoother, more comfortable way to fly ;) > >If you ever want to do a fun experiment regarding how men and women's centers >of gravity differ, do the old party trick of placing a dining room chair >sideways against a wall. Then, have a person (male or female) approach the >chair and tell them to bend forward (no fair kicking them ;) and have them >press the top of their head against the wall above the chair. Tell them to >reach down and lift the chair. Both male and female participants will be able >to do this part, but then tell them to straighten up (still holding up the >chair) Much more often than not, the women will be able to do this, but men >will look like their heads are glued to the wall The added weight of the >chair makes men far too top-heavy to straighten up while holding the chair. >Even well-endowed women can do it ;) > >Zoomway@aol.com (yeah, I've been to some dull parties ;) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 12:42:14 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Christina Batouli Subject: Looking for fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain I am looking for a couple of fanfics: -1) A fanfic where Clark lets it slip or tells Lois that he is Superman during Lois's "I would love you if you were an ordinary man leading an ordinary life." speech. -2) A very serious WHAM that involves some trauma that puts a serious strain on Lois and Clark's marriage and sex life. A good example of one of these is "A Shot in the Dark." ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 15:31:26 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: 'Giving Thanks' exerpt (Re: Pictures in our minds) In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:34 AM -0500 11/14/98, Layney D. wrote: >So, I was wondering what other well-known faces have been casted to characters >of fic by the audience? Who do you see when you read different stories? This is an interesting question, Layney, and I was hoping more people might resond to it. For S5, Alyssa (our wonderful webmistress) "cast" Karen Allen (I think that's the actress's name) as Beth Luthor. You can see a picture of her on the S5 website ... try the link to episode 17, A Matter of Trust. That was a Beth heavy episode and I think where the picture showed up. We're still making final preparations to "cast" the role of baby Laura for S6. You'll all just have to wait for S6 to air to see who it is. ;) As for my own writing, I confess to mentally casting Jon Tenney in the role of "Jon" in my nfic, Giving Thanks. Since the story is nfic and not everyone here can/wants to read that gendre -- and in honor of the Turkey season (take that anyway you want ;)) -- I thought I'd copy the scene where Jon shows up. Just to give the set up, this story is set over Thanksgiving weekend of the 4th season, six weeks or so after Lois and Clark's October 6 wedding. They are attending their friends' annual "Saturday after Thanksgiving party" and it's quite a bash. Lois had to go on ahead because Clark was off being Superman, and he's joining her later in the evening. I'm posting the party scene, the middle of the story. It's not nfic, but alone it makes for a fun little vingette. :) Happy Thanksgiving. Oh, and this exerpt is probably rated somewhere between PG and PG-13, to give fair warning. ________________ GIVING THANKS By KathyB (c) 1996 Clothed in his tan pants, black shirt and black leather coat, Clark widened his search slightly, trying to find a darkened area where he could land and reappear without being noticed. He rarely flew in his street clothes, but after this afternoon, he just wasn't in the mood to be Superman anymore tonight. The dark sky and his higher-than-usual-altitude assured him that no one would be able to "Superman" flying around in casual clothing. As an added precaution, his glasses were tucked safely in the inside pocket of his coat. Circling the area once more, he finally found a good spot, three blocks away. With a quick glance up and down the street to make sure no one was around to notice him, Clark landed, donned his glasses, emerged from the empty corner park and headed up the street to his friends' house. The upper east side of Metropolis was a trendy, upscale area. The newlyweds themselves had considered this area when they were doing some preliminary house-hunting, but quickly ruled it out as too expensive. Fortunately for them, Charlie and Sharon didn't have the same concerns. With Charlie's column going into syndication a few years ago, and Sharon's promotion to managing editor at the magazine, they were able to afford quite a bit more house than many of their colleagues. The house the Hammonds purchased was exquisite. The brownstone styling wasn't unique to the area but they had completely renovated the interior of the four bedroom home. Large open rooms downstairs, including a huge kitchen and dining area, and four bathrooms spread throughout the house, made it the perfect place for entertaining large groups. The traditional Saturday-after-Thanksgiving party was no exception. Clark knew that he and Lois would probably never be able to afford such a place; their new home was considerably smaller than this one. But it was still nice to have friends who lived in this part of town. Especially friends who threw spectacular parties. ___________________ Clark opened the door to the sound of laughter in the house. As expected, the place was quite crowded. Several people greeted him enthusiastically as he took off his coat in the foyer. As Clark made his way through the house, looking for Lois, he caught the attention of his hostess. "Clark!" Sharon cried. She gave him a big hug in the middle of the living room. "Hey! Long time no see! I'm glad you finally made it. Lois said you got delayed running some errands. Let me take your coat." "Hi Sharon, it's great to see you, too," he said with a genuine smile, returning the hug warmly. Errands, huh? OK, he could work with that. "Well, let me see it!" Sharon reached for his left hand and lifted it up so she could look at his wedding ring. "Oh, *very* nice. You wear it well," she stated matter-of-factly. "Thanks. Great, isn't it?" Clark found himself grinning broadly. Come to think of it, he caught himself doing that a lot lately. "It sure is. I haven't seen you since the wedding. Charlie told me that you two finally just went ahead and did it. I'm so happy for you both. I cornered Lois when she got here and made her tell me all about it." Clark smiled graciously. "Ah, speaking of Lois, have you seen my wife around here anywhere?" Sharon laughed and jerked her thumb towards the next room, where loud music was reverberating through the doorway. "Yeah, believe it or not, last I saw her, she and Jimmy Olsen were teaching Perry how to do the Macarena!" Clark burst out laughing. "Oh, this I gotta see!" Sharon stepped aside and pointed him in the right direction. "Well, have fun. I'm going to put your coat upstairs in our bedroom. Help yourself to anything you want to drink -- it's all in the kitchen. There's regular beer in the keg and light beer in the fridge. There's also an assortment of pop and wine and stuff for mixed drinks on the counter. You better get started, though; I think everyone is a few beers ahead of you already." "Thanks! I'm heading that way now. See you later!" ___________________ Clark made his way into the darkened dining room. Or at least, that's what the room was usually used for. Tonight, however, the table and all of the chairs had been pushed to one side, leaving the hardwood floor available for dancing. Sure enough, in the midst of several others, Lois, Jimmy and Perry were dancing to the blaring music. Clark leaned against the wall and smiled. Lois and Jimmy must have been good teachers, because the Chief seemed to be holding his own. Jimmy was having fun, looking like he went dancing frequently, which he probably did. Lois looked spectacular, as always. Clark thought about jumping in and joining them, but since the song was almost over, he decided to just wait it out. Besides, he figured, it gave him a chance to admire the way Lois' hips rotated seductively as she came to that part in the song. She moved freely to the music, obviously enjoying herself immensely. He loved to watch her move like this; she seemed so free of inhibitions. It brought to mind the many other times that they would move their bodies together, albeit with a lot less clothing in the way. Clark noticed with some surprise that she was wearing an outfit he'd never seen on her before. A long-sleeved cream sweater that fit closely against her body was tucked into a short, pleated gray skirt. Her legs (and there was a lot of leg showing, to be sure) were covered with gray tights, matched to the color of the skirt. He didn't know when she had bought the ensemble, but she had obviously chosen well. It showed off her body nicely, without being too revealing for a night out with co-workers. Sophisticated, yet sexy. It was a look she carried well. The crowd on the dance floor all cheered and laughed when the song was over. Clark applauded as well when Lois, Jimmy and Perry spotted him against the wall and walked over, all smiles. "Wow, that was great, you guys! Chief, I didn't know you had it in you," Clark exclaimed with a broad smile. "Hey, you made it! I was hoping you'd be here soon!" Lois wrapped her arms around his neck and gave him a big welcoming kiss. Her greeting was a tad more enthusiastic than was probably appropriate for the company, but he wasn't about to complain. He could taste the beer on her open mouth and wondered just how many drinks ahead of him she was. Not that he minded. Giving her a warm smile, he slung his arm around her shoulder and leaned back against the wall to talk to his friends. "Hey, CK! I'm glad you're here. What sort of errands did you have to run that took this long?" Jimmy smiled brightly at Clark. "Oh, you know how it is, Jim." Clark waved his free hand vaguely in the air. He'd learned long ago that being ambiguous was the best response to questions like that. "But, I'm here now, and I'm ready to have some fun. What's been going on?" He tightened his arm around Lois' shoulder affectionately and pulled her closer to him as her arm went around his waist. Perry jumped in. "Well, son, your wife decided that I needed to learn some new dances if I was going to keep up with all the kids in these singles clubs Jimmy has been trying to drag me to. Not that I'm ever going to use it, but I thought I might as well be able to say I knew how!" Lois piped up. "Well, Perry, I think you did great. Tell me, how does this compare to the Tush Push?" she asked with a laugh. Clark laughed too, but raised his eyebrows slightly in surprise when he felt Lois' hand drop down and pat his behind as she spoke the last couple of words. When he looked down at her, she just smiled knowingly at him. The conversation continued in this vein for awhile, until Jimmy noticed that someone had put on a dance song from the 80's. "Hey! This is great," he exclaimed, looking at all of the people on the dance floor. "It's just like Retro Night at the clubs!" "What's Retro Night?" Clark asked, uncertain. Lois laughed out loud. "We are, Clark. The stuff that's playing now is what they're calling Retro." "But this is what I listened to in college. It's too new to have a 'Night'." Jimmy looked at him, amused. "Hate to break it to you, CK, but this song came out when I was in Junior High. It's way old." "Oh, *thanks*, Jimmy. That makes me feel *so* much better," Clark replied with a roll of his eyes. He looked to Lois for help, but she just shrugged at him. "Lo-is!" he wailed in mock anguish. "I can't have a 'Night'! I'm too young to have a 'Night'!" Through her laughter, Lois patted his hip. "Sorry, hon, for us, this is the stuff frat parties were made of, but for Jimmy's generation, this is old. Face it, Clark, you're 30 now; you're not a kid anymore," she teased. Clark couldn't help but laugh at her prodding. "Live it up, honey, you'll only be able to get away with that for 11 more months! Then you'll be joining me in the next decade. Anyway, I'm not ready to hang it up just yet. *This* song," he motioned to the speaker that was now playing the next song, "isn't old; it just came out a few months ago." He paused, then continued with a wicked grin on his face. "In fact, let's show this kid a thing or two about dancing!" With that, he untangled himself from her and pushed off the wall. Grabbing her hand, he pulled her out on the dance floor. Perry and Jimmy stood against the wall, watching their friends dance together to the strong, quick beat and suggestive lyrics of the dance tune. Technically, there wasn't much actual physical contact as the two danced close together, hips moving in a seductive rhythm, eyes boldly making contact, but anyone in the vicinity could see the sparks flying between them. Jimmy watched them intensely, suddenly *really* wishing he had brought a date tonight. Finally, he cleared his throat. "So, Chief, you think there's any truth to that saying that dancing is just like sex, only with more clothing?" Perry slung his arm over Jimmy's shoulder in a paternal gesture and led him into the living room. "Son, let me tell you a little story about why they call the King, the King . . ." ________________ After eventually making their way off the dance floor and into the kitchen for more beer, Lois and Clark decided to mingle a bit with their friends. They moved smoothly from conversation to conversation, the atmosphere in the house jovial and relaxed. Lois was thrilled to run into some old college friends who she didn't know worked in Metropolis, let alone in the publishing business. After they 'oooed' and 'ahhed' over Lois' short hair, Lois proudly introduced Clark as her new husband, gaining even more impressed looks. Some time later, as the conversation turned to the campus bars where the three of them used to go to meet men, Clark drained the last of his beer. He looked at Lois and whispered, "I'm going for another; you want one?" She looked at her bottle, still a quarter full. "No, thanks. Have fun." She gave him a little smile, letting him know he had permission to find a more interesting conversation if he wanted. With a wink and a smile, Clark politely excused himself from the group and headed for the kitchen for a refill. The alcohol in the drink didn't affect him, but he still enjoyed the taste of the cold beer. Approaching the keg, he noticed a dark-haired man around his own age filling his own cup. The man noticed Clark waiting and motioned with the tap. "You want a fill-up?" he inquired. "Yeah, thanks." Clark held his cup as the man filled it. Upon replacing the tap, the man extended a hand to Clark. "Name's Jon; I work with Sharon at the magazine." Clark shook his hand with a smile. "I'm Clark. I work with Charlie." "Well, nice to meet you, Clark. So, are these parties always so crowded? Seems like a good turnout." Jon nodded in the direction of the living room. "Yeah, well, Sharon and Charlie have a lot of friends, I guess. Their parties are very popular. You just get here?" Jon took a long drink of his beer, emptying his cup by about a third. Clark raised an eyebrow, but didn't say a word, taking a smaller sip from his own plastic cup. By the way the man spoke, Clark guessed that this wasn't his first drink this evening. "Yeah, I literally just walked in the door. A bunch of us were out barhopping, but we wanted to put in an appearance here, too." The man spoke animatedly, and Clark decided that he seemed fairly harmless, even if he was a little drunk. "I'm pretty new in town and I figured this would be a good way to meet some more people in the business." The man paused and shrugged. "The action at the bar was getting a little slow, anyway. Lot of good looking women *here*, though." Clark just laughed and took another drink. "Won't argue with you there. So, where'd you work before you came to Metropolis?" The two men engaged in some more idle chitchat as they walked slowly out of the kitchen. They paused in the doorway to the living room, Jon unabashedly looking at the women as they passed, and Clark watching Jon's behavior with an amused smile. Clark was about to make his way back to his wife when Jon caught his attention with a change in subject. "So, did you catch that football game this afternoon on TV? Man, was that an incredible ending or what?!?" Clark's ears perked up. "No, really? I missed the fourth quarter. Tell me what happened!" Lois watched from across the room as the two new acquaintances engaged in a spirited discussion of the game. Looking over at them from time to time, she exchanged a few flirtatious glances with her husband. By the time several minutes had passed, Lois had finished her own beer and was ready to reclaim some of Clark's attention. Excusing herself from her friends, she wound her way casually through the crowd towards where Clark had stopped. As she approached him, she smiled politely, first at Jon, immediately catching his attention, then at Clark. Though there was plenty of room to squeeze between the two men in the doorway as she entered the kitchen, Lois still managed to "accidentally" brush against Clark as she passed. She smiled sweetly up at him as she did so. "Oh, *excuse* me," she said, apologetically. Clark gave her a little smile. "Oh, no, excuse *me*," he drawled as she passed. As she opened the refrigerator door, searching for another light beer, Clark followed her with his eyes, looking her up and down appreciatively. He couldn't help but crane his head slightly to get a better look at the way her short skirt lifted enticingly up in back as she bent down to reach further back in the refrigerator. It seemed to him that she was taking a particularly long time finding what she was looking for, though whether it was because she was getting tipsy, or if she was aware of the view she was giving him, he couldn't be sure. Finally, she stood back up with a bottle in her hand and walked back over to him. Including both men in her smile as she approached, she stood next to Clark once more and ultimately directed her attention to him. "I'm sorry to interrupt your conversation, but could you open this for me, please?" "Of course," he answered congenially, exchanging his cup for her bottle. After Clark twisted off the cap, they traded back. Lois touched his arm lightly in thanks as she walked back into the living room. "See you later," she purred. Jon had been taking in the whole scene with a knowing grin. Both men watched as Lois crossed the room and joined her friends once more. With a little toss of her hair, she looked back over at the doorway. Raising her bottle slightly to them in acknowledgment, she took a swig from her beer. As she swallowed and fixed him with a hot gaze, Clark felt his eyes widen and his heartbeat speed up. Did she do what he thought she just did? He could have sworn that she just mouthed the top of the bottle suggestively. Unfortunately, Jon saw the same thing. He let out a low wolf-whistle. "Oh, where were the women like that at the bar?? She is *hot*! She's been checking you out the whole time we've been talking, too. You should go for it, man!" Clark just chuckled and took another sip from his cup. "Hmm, you think so?" he answered noncommittally. "Oh, *yeah*. The way she keeps glancing over here? You kidding me? I've been with a lot of women, Clark old boy. I mean, a *lot* of women. Trust me, she's looking to get laid tonight." Clark choked on his beer. Jon looked over at him. "You OK? What's wrong?" He quickly spied the ring on Clark's left hand and began to nod sympathetically. "*Oh* . . . you're *married*. Ouch. Too bad! Your wife is probably here somewhere, too. No wonder you can't do anything." Clark began to speak up, but Jon interrupted him. "No, no, I understand. Boy, I feel sorry for you. Staying at home with the same woman every night, instead of going out with a babe like that? Yeah, I much prefer playing the field myself," he bragged. "Hmm, maybe *I'll* go talk to her." Clark shrugged. "Well, you could try, but I don't think it will do any good. She's married, too." Jon's face fell. "Oh, you know her then?" "Yeah . . . *she's* my wife." Clark smiled broadly and patted him on the back. "See ya, Jon." When Clark reached Lois and gave her a big kiss hello, he could still hear Jon muttering something about some guys having all the luck. ___________________ Hope you enjoyed it. Did you picture Jon Tenney as the hapless Jon? Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 22:37:59 -0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Nfic SoS MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey guys! Looking for help to post my new nfic - HOOK, LINE & SINKER - to Zoom's nfic board. It should be ready to post within the next few days, hopefully even tomorrow. But the current problem is that I've been having trouble accessing the MB for the past week. I can only access the contents page, the date of the last message posted is recorded as the 12th and the last message I get to view is the 10th. So, I can't tell whether the board is down completely or if some people are getting through okay. I know that Beth is working on the problem, but in the meantime, if this isn't a general problem and there are some nice, kind FoLCs out there who can still get access to the MB.....could I prevail on you to email me if you wouldn't mind volunteering to post HOOK for me, meantime? I'd be grateful, thanks! If the access problem is widespread and the MB is in fact completely down for repair, anyone interested in reading HOOK will either get it at some point from Joyce Fitch, as I'll be sending it to the mailing list as usual, or will be able to access it eventually from my archive site at Anne's Little Corner of Teh World - once I get it off to Anne and she has a chance to upload it for me. The archive site is password protected and the URL is: www.simplyorganized.simplenet.com/annesplace.htm Thanks again! LabRat :-) **************************************************************************** ************ Do not meddle in the affairs of dragons, for you are crunchy and taste good with ketchup..... ....Dawson Rambo.. **************************************************************************** ************ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 18:30:21 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Conditions are dark. The forecast is deadly. Tea, anyone?" Subject: Re: 'Giving Thanks' exerpt (Re: Pictures in our minds) <<<< So, I was wondering what other well-known faces have been casted to characters of fic by the audience? Who do you see when you read different stories? >>>> << This is an interesting question, Layney, and I was hoping more people might resond to it. As for my own writing, I confess to mentally casting Jon Tenney in the role of "Jon" in my nfic, Giving Thanks. Since the story is nfic and not everyone here can/wants to read that gendre -- and in honor of the Turkey season (take that anyway you want ;)) -- I thought I'd copy the scene where Jon shows up. >> I usually picture Jon Tenney in fanfics where Lois has a love interest who wasn't on the show. Especially in Piper's "Three Grandmothers." Maybe it's just what I've read, but I think there are more stories where Lois has another love interest than ones where Clark does. I don't really have any usual person I picture with Clark, but at times I've pictured Gabrielle Reece. Never Mindy, though, for some reason. In the case of the same character being played by two different actors-- I picture Jimmy as Justin Whalen, probably because I didn't discover fanfic until after he took over the part. In the case of Alice White and even though they didn't show her face, I picture the redhead from JSN as opposed to the blond >from Season 4. I didn't think she really "fit" Perry and since the readhead's face wasn't show, I can imagine it however I want and be right :) << I'm posting the party scene, the middle of the story. It's not nfic, but alone it makes for a fun little vingette. :) Happy Thanksgiving. >> Great excerpt, Kathy. :) I'm looking forward to reading the rest sometime when my over-inflated pre-Thanksgiving break workload diminshes a little. -Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu Attalanta on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 19:20:37 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Elizabeth Eve Davis Organization: Mississippi State University Subject: Re: 'Giving Thanks' exerpt (Re: Pictures in our minds) MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit LOL!! Where, owhere, can I find this wonderful story in its entirety? ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 20:59:42 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic Announcement Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" "Only You: Recall" (Part 3 of the 'Only You' series) is now available at my web site: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ As soon as I get a minute I'll cut it up into byte size pieces and post it to this list. [Yes, Kathy, I submitted it to be added to the archive, just seconds ago] Although not directly involved in Part 3, I'd like to thank Julie Gibson for her input into the absolute final version of Part 2 (Only You: Promise) (and for putting up with my warped sense of humour about Ohio) since she also had an influence on this Part as well:) Hope you enjoy reading it. Margaret who now might actually catch up on her outstanding e-mails! ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 20:11:46 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: 'Giving Thanks' exerpt (Re: Pictures in our minds) In-Reply-To: <3650CF65.D7321552@ra.msstate.edu> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 7:20 PM -0600 11/16/98, Elizabeth Eve Davis wrote: >LOL!! Where, owhere, can I find this wonderful story in its entirety? All my nfic is available by writing to me directly, with the usual age and non-distribution assurances. You must be 18 or older to read it, and promise never to redistribute the story to anyone. I will be posting the complete story next week, however, on Zoom's nfic MB, in honor of the season. The original story was released over Thanksgiving 1996. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 20:39:35 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: S6 Premiering November 22, 1998! (PROMO) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hello FoLCs! Season 6 (S6) is ready to premiere! Join us on Sunday, November 22, 1998 as we air our first episode of this new season. The episode will be posted to the fanfic listserv, as well as to our S6 website: S6, a fanfic sixth season of "Lois & Clark", is a continuation of last year's S5 () S5, which won last year's Fanfic Kerth Award as "Best Series Continuation", picked up where Lois & Clark's last aired episode, "Family Hour", left off. During the 22 fanfic episodes of S5, Lois and Clark battled a host of new villains, as well as their old nemeses Tempus and Mindy Church. And if that weren't enough, they were dismayed by the reappearance of Lex Luthor, who claimed to have been the victim of an evil clone. Lois and Clark's personal life stayed on the front burner as well, as they struggled with their quest to conceive their own child, and ultimately rejoiced as Lois learned she was pregnant. S5's season finale, "It's Time", written by Pam Jernigan, gave us what we'd been waiting for all season -- the birth of Lois and Clark's daughter. Now the writers of S6 are ready to continue the adventure in a series of 11 directed fanfics. Join us over the next nine months and see what happens next! And just to whet your appetite ... >>>>>>>> PROMO <<<<<<< You've waited all summer... and now Season 6 is finally here! Join us for the premiere episode, co-written by Barb (bml44@aol.com) and Pam Jernigan (jernigan@compuserve.com). (VOICEOVER) It's been slightly more than two months since we last saw Lois & Clark. Lois is getting ready to come back to work, but first she has to sort through child-care options ... **** Lois, on phone: "A waiting list, I see. So filling out the pre-admission forms was, what, a cruel joke on your part? Oh, it puts us at the *top* of the waiting list, that's so much better ..." Clark took a deep breath. "Well, Lois, what about your Mom? She's been after us to spend more time with Laura. Maybe she can help us until we can work out something else." **** (VO) ...and negotiate a flextime work schedule with Perry. **** Lois, a crafty look in her eyes: "You know, I checked this morning, and the Metropolis Star has onsite daycare. I'd hate to leave the Planet, but...." "Lois, bite your tongue!" Perry scolded. ***** (VO) Meanwhile, Jimmy has stumbled into a story all on his own, a strike at Amalgamated Transport. **** Impulsively, Jimmy scrambled up on top of his chair, and yelled out, "Jimmy Olsen, Daily Planet -- I'll listen to you!" He fumbled around his belt and pulled out his press pass, displaying it to the crowd. **** (VO) And he and Clark try their hand at bringing the two sides together. **** Jimmy to Clark: "You know, I got different stories from management and labor -- they hardly agreed on anything. But for all of that, I don't think they're really that far apart on the key stuff." Clark nodded thoughtfully. "From what I've heard, I think you're right. And they've always been able to work these things out in the past, it's just that things have gone wrong this year." "It's a shame we can't just get a couple of people together, without all the lawyers, and just let them work it out ..." Clark looked at him, pondering the notion. "That's not a bad idea, Jimmy. **** (VO) But someone doesn't want the differences resolved. **** "Look, if they start comparing notes they're going to find out all the stuff I've done to keep these negotiations off-track! This could ruin everything we've worked for!" **** (VO) So, with her usual flair, Lois picks the wrong moment to come back to work: **** "Hello, Mother? It's Lois. I just had to check to make sure everything was going okay." Ellen's voice was amused, but sympathetic. "Everything's fine, Lois. It's only been 20 minutes, you know." "Oops... Sorry, Mother, the phone slipped..." The rest of her apology faded away as she saw an unwieldy device duct-taped to the underside of the table. "Sorry, Mother, I've got to go." **** (VO) Coming November 22, to a website near you -- "Strained Relations", by Pam Jernigan and Barb >>>>>>> END PROMO <<<<<< Enjoy the show! Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:44:01 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 1 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" This is the third in 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" and "Only You: Promise" if you have not already done so:) It might also help to have read "The Rules" and 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 also like to thank my proofers, Laurie F., Peace, Debby S., Lynda L., Lauren W. and APP, for their input and support (also to my critics for at least prompting me *think* about what I was doing.) A huge vote of thanks is also due to the original writers of the scripts for making them so interesting I couldn't resist this story. Special thanks to Debby S. for providing me with a copy of the relevant scripts:) Words surrounded by * are emphasized. ***************************************************************** 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 origins. When we last saw Clark he had just got a job at the Daily Planet as a replacement for one of their top reporters, Lois Lane, who is missing--presumed dead. The saga continues: ***************************************************************** Only You: Recall by Margaret Brignell March 1998 brignell@capitalnet.com ***************************************************************** Metropolis, New Troy -- June 1993 ************************************ Clark sprinted across the newsroom floor to catch the ringing phone on his desk. It was Jack Lawson Jr., his lawyer in Kansas City. "Well, Clark, my boy, how's things out there in the big city?" "Well, J...." "Life treating you good?" "Sure, Jack, what did you want to talk...." "Lana up to her usual tricks?" What the heck was Jack talking about? "Usual tricks?" Jack's booming laughter came through the phone. "Just kidding, Clark. How's your job going?" "Great. I'm really getting into the swing of it now. How are things in Kansas?" "Fine. Fine. Did you know that Donny Wheeler had moved to Phoenix to work in the aerospace industry?" It took a moment for Clark to make the connection. "Mavis and Elmer's son? No, I didn't know that." "I didn't think you had. That's why I'm calling." Clark breathed a sigh of relief that Jack Lawson had, finally, came to the point. "What has Donny going to Phoenix got to do with me?" "Mavis and Elmer don't want to be that far from Donny and the grandchildren. They've decided to retire. They figure if they move to Arizona that they'll be close to family, and Phoenix will be great for Mavis' arthritis." Mavis and Elmer Wheeler had been a great couple to have in charge of the farm for the past five years. He didn't want to lose them. "But, aren't they too young to want to retire?" There was another boom of laughter from Jack. "No-one's ever too young to retire! Besides, Elmer is 63. They've worked hard all their lives. They deserve to enjoy their senior years." Clark struggled against the inevitable. "When will they be leaving?" "End of August at the latest. If you can get a replacement sooner, so much the better. If you had said your job wasn't going all that great I'd have suggested you moving back yourself." Clark opened his mouth to respond, but Jack continued. "Or, you could sell. It would take a while, and you'd still need someone to look after the farm in the meantime. Or, you could just find another family to look after the farm." "I want to stay in Metropolis and my job is going just fine. I don't want to move back to Smallville just now." "The thing is, Clark, with the Wheelers leaving to join their kids in Arizona, you're going to have to let me know what you want to do with the farm." "I don't know, Jack. I kind of want to keep it. It's the last place I was with my parents." A sudden kaleidoscope of memories of Mom singing, as she kneaded bread in the kitchen, and of Dad and his young self building a treehouse together ran through his head. Then, other images of Mr. Stinger--hitting his wife, swinging his fist at Clark's head, beating his children--overlaid the more pleasant images of life with Mom and Dad. "But, on the other hand, I was miserable the last time I was there. So I'm also considering selling. I'd like to talk it over with Lana. Can I get back to you later?" "Okay, Clark, but I need to know by the end of July, if you want to have a smooth transition." "Okay, I'll get back to you on that." Jack went on in some detail about the implications if Clark didn't get back to him in time. Clark made reassuring noises and finally hung up the phone. While he was mentally trying to sort out his dilemma about the farm, an assistant ran up to him and handed him the photos he had requested--bringing him back to the here and now. Like he'd told Jack, Clark was getting into the swing of his new job at the Daily Planet. He had been given the desk that used to belong to the reporter who disappeared a couple of months back--Lois Lane. The only thing that had been left from her occupation was a dead plant, which Clark had taken pity on, ending its miserable existence by dropping it in the trash can. Clark didn't think about his lawyer's call again until he got home that evening. It had been a busy day and he breathed a sigh of relief as he unlocked the front door of his apartment. He bent down to pick up his mail scattered on the floor just below his mail slot and threw it on the end table while he went into the kitchen to get a can of soda. He flopped down on the sofa with the opened can of soda and gazed about him. When Clark had first moved to Metropolis, Lana made overtures for him to move in with her. Clark had felt that they should have a commitment to some kind of definite relationship before taking that step. Besides, he'd become too used to living on his own since he'd received his parents' inheritance. He didn't want to give that up until Lana decided whether or not she really wanted to marry him. He was glad he'd decided to get his own place. He loved this loft apartment in a not-so-great part of town. The apartment suited his budget and the rough brick walls and open spaces made a great backdrop for the variety of souvenirs he had gathered on his various trips. Lana was still upset about the downscale "ambience" of his neighbourhood and the conversation they'd had when he first signed the lease ran through his head as he took his first sip from the can of soda. "But, Clark, that part of town is *full* of muggers and thieves. You've *got* to choose a nicer part of town." "Well, to be honest Lana, I don't really have to worry about being mugged. And, I can't honestly see thieves being all that interested in my Borneo fertility statue or my Tao meditation tapes. I really don't think there's anything to worry about." "But thieves don't know that's all you've got, they'll break in anyway!" "Look Lana, it's not like I have a TV, stereo or computer yet, so I'll take my chances." "But what about me, when I come to visit. Don't you care about me being in danger from muggers?" "Lana, if you're in this neighbourhood, it will be with me. So *stop* worrying!" She'd given up *that* time, but still brought up the issue occasionally. Nevertheless, despite his desire to please Lana and do what she asked of him, on this one issue he'd stuck to his decision. He really liked this place. It just felt *right*. He leaned over and picked up the pile of mail on the end table and sorted through it. In among the bills and flyers was an invitation to Tim and Lori's wedding September 4th. He picked up the phone to call Lana and got her answering machine. These days, he found he spent a lot of time listening to her taped message. She was extremely busy with her job and somehow their schedules didn't seem to click as often as they used to. He had thought when he moved to Metropolis that they would see each other more often, but their jobs and lives in general seemed to be conspiring against them. He left a message that he had called, and hung up. He stood up, walked into the kitchen to prepare dinner, and started thinking about what he wanted to do with the farm. If he kept the farm, what would he do? Hire someone to take care of it? Rent it to another family? Quit his job and move back to Smallville? The latter definitely didn't appeal. On the whole, he liked being in Metropolis. He liked his new apartment and was settling in to life in one of the biggest, most exciting cities in the world. He had a good job. Mr. White had told him on several occasions that he was quite satisfied with his work, and Clark was slowly progressing to more and more complex stories. Lana was close by when he needed to talk through things about his special nature, which wasn't all that often lately, but that was life. The only thing he didn't like about living in Metropolis was the general level of paranoia in the big city. Having people constantly on the lookout for the strange, unusual or just plain different was uncomfortable for someone who had a secret to hide. Then again, if he sold the farm, would he always regret it? He flipped the omelet over on itself and slid it onto a plate. He poured a glass of juice and took the plate and glass to the table. His only happy childhood memories were centred on the farm, but then again some of the worst moments of his life had been set there too. Since all he had left of his parents were memories, would keeping the farm really make that much of a difference? He sat and slowly consumed his dinner. He'd told Jack he would talk it over with Lana, maybe he should. He was too involved in this decision emotionally and didn't know what he really wanted. It would be good to get a second opinion. Later that evening he was finally able to speak to Lana on the phone. When she heard about the upcoming wedding, she was delighted for an excuse to buy a new outfit and quickly agreed to go. Once Lana had stopped anticipating the thrill of her proposed clothes purchase, Clark changed the subject to his problem about whether or not to keep the farm. "Clark, it's really up to you. I know you feel alienated from the place, but you *do* realize the tax implications if you sell. Don't you?" Clark sighed. "Yes, Lana, I know." That wasn't really the issue for him, but he didn't know what *was* the real issue, either. He really should stop bothering Lana with his problems, but over the years he'd learned that if he didn't tell her *everything*, and she found out later, she'd be really upset. He didn't want to upset her, she meant too much to him for that. "So, how was your day?" He spent the next half hour listening to Lana's complaints about her boss and how the boss was overlooking her for on-camera work in favour of a second cousin of the owner of the station. Clark made the appropriate responses at irregular intervals and pondered his own problem in between. When Lana finally wound down and said goodnight, he hung up the phone with a guilty feeling of relief. On his way to bed he acknowledged that he really needed more time to decide what to do with the land and farmhouse long-term. The next morning he called Jack Lawson and told him to find another family to take care of the farm. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:50 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 2 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Over the summer, Clark filled in for people as they went off on vacation. He was partnered with a variety of co-workers on different assignments all over the Daily Planet. While he was helping out in Business, a billionaire entrepreneur committed suicide which sent the Business editor into a tizzy of activity writing articles about buy-outs and takeovers of the former LexCorp companies. Clark couldn't kindle any interest in the death of Lex Luthor, although the new talk show host, Larry Kidsign, made as much mystery out of the story as he could to garner higher ratings. Everything Clark himself had researched, indicated Luthor was your typical big business operator, only interested in his own personal advancement. When LexCorp took a heavy hit in the stock exchange, his death was inevitable. The man had obviously measured his self worth by his company holdings. His death was only significant to his stockholders and business partners. Once LexCorp was redistributed, he was pretty much forgotten, although some of the buildings in town did still carry his name. When he went to work with Karl in Travel, the man was ecstatic to learn that Clark had travelled all over the world. Karl put him straight to work on stories about Bali and the Seychelles--he wanted to be sure to give Mr. White a choice of stories for the next quarterly edition of the Planet's glossy travel magazine. Clark was happy to comply. He had spent almost a month on Bali early last year and was able to quickly piece together a story on 'the Jewel of the East.' It was almost no effort at all to rhapsodize over the beautiful, mountainous island with a tropical climate and fertile soil. The photographs the Planet travel photographer had submitted, although good, didn't do it justice at all. Clark felt it had to be seen first-hand to truly comprehend its beauty, and hoped he had conveyed that in his story. On the other hand he had never been to the Seychelles. He needed to do actual research to write the story and paid a visit to the Planet's morgue to get background material. There he found file pictures and a brief overview of the history and politics of the republic consisting of about 100 islands in the western Indian Ocean north of Madagascar. The pictures looked fabulous. For a fraction of a second he thought about paying a quick visit, but on second thought, decided the risk was too high. He wrote his story from the material at hand. Karl was pleased with Clark's work and regretted his return to the newsroom. Clark, on the other hand, was relieved at his return to familiar territory. Although Clark had liked the work in Travel, he wanted to return to the action of the newsroom. He preferred being in a job where he wasn't tempted to fly to his stories. ***** Early in August, Jack Lawson called and confirmed the new tenancy. He asked that Clark come and inspect the property prior to the arrival of the new family. "Oh, and Clark, there's some boxes in the attic that belong to you. Now you've got a place of your own, do you want to take them?" "Boxes? I don't remember any boxes." "Sure you do, a couple of old trunks and three cardboard boxes that belonged to your parents. The new people have several small kids. They want to use the attic as indoor play space. I'd recommend you get the boxes out of there, before the family arrives early in September." "Okay, Jack, I'll come and look at them. Lana and I will be in Kansas City for a wedding on the long weekend. I'll drop by for the key." "Sure thing, Clark, any time." ***** Over the Labour Day weekend, he and Lana flew a commercial jet to Kansas City to attend Tim and Lori's wedding. The bride and groom were obviously ecstatic about getting married and the weather cooperated for them to have their small, garden wedding just the way they had planned. Lana thought the wedding was a little too small and intimate for her taste, but Clark was just happy for Tim and Lori. The next day, Lana went shopping while Clark visited the farm and packed up the boxes and trunks to be shipped back to Metropolis. He stood in the lane leading up to the farmhouse and stared at the house. How did he feel about this house? He wasn't really sure. Memories of running up this same laneway calling out joyfully to Mommy as she waited for him on the porch were jumbled together with the memories of slowly walking up this laneway towards the trembling Mrs. Stinger and the figure of Mr. Stinger looming in the doorway, one hand convulsively hitting the palm of the other. Clark shuddered as he stepped up onto the porch. He turned the key in the lock and slowly opened the door, almost afraid of the memories this house would bring back. What he saw was a sparkling clean kitchen and living room. The furniture and window dressings were now completely different from when he was a child here. There was nothing to remind him of his early childhood or the horrible time he'd spent here with the Stingers. Even the shape of the rooms seemed different somehow. Grateful that there was nothing to remind him of the awful times, but regretful that the happy times seemed to be lost as well, he turned towards the staircase and headed for the attic. The trunks and cardboard boxes were just where Jack Lawson had said they would be. Clark hunkered down to sort through the contents before putting on the shipping labels. He found a small picture of his parents that fit perfectly into his wallet, so he could always have them with him. In the last box he found an envelope containing the triangle with the S logo his Mom had given to him, explaining it had been with the blue blanket they found him in. He was glad no one else had looked through these boxes. The special logo would have created some awkward questions that couldn't be answered by a generic 'my mother made it' statement. The triangle with an S on it didn't even remotely look homemade. When Clark got back to Metropolis, he put the envelope in the trunk he was using as a coffee table. He'd figure out what to do with it later. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- June 1994 ********************************* Lana had reserved dinner at the hot new restaurant at the top of the Lexor Hotel, to celebrate his first anniversary on the job, and his recent success with his story on the opening of Space Station Prometheus. She also booked them into the honeymoon suite for the night. Clark thought this was a little presumptuous. She hadn't asked him what he wanted to do for dinner, and certainly hadn't inquired what he wanted to do for the night. "Lana, we haven't even decided if we want to be married. Why did you book us into the honeymoon suite?" "It'll be romantic, Clark. They have one of those heart-shaped tubs and a nice big bed." Lana snuggled up to him and whispered, "It'll be great, you'll see." Clark briefly considered saying 'no.' It just didn't seem right to be using a honeymoon suite when you weren't actually on your honeymoon. But he couldn't hurt her feelings he just wasn't built that way. So, instead of protesting, he said, "Yes, sweetheart, of course." He had learned over the years that once Lana had made up her mind there was no changing it. She loved him enough to want to be with him that was sufficient. Wasn't it? ***** After he had written his story covering the launch of the first transport vehicle to dock with the Space Station, work in the newsroom wasn't all that exciting. Mr. White had been pleased and had praised Clark's initiative in getting an exclusive interview with Commander Jack Laderman, pilot of the transport vehicle Messenger. The commander had said he had given him the interview because he had been impressed with Clark's knowledge of flight trajectories and the depth of his research into space flight and the development of the space station. Clark had hoped that Mr. White might have given him more praise on the story. However, the editor-in-chief was obviously distracted by the Daily Planet's current financial woes. There were rumours flying around at the coffee machine that the Planet was ripe for a hostile takeover. A lot of people were starting to brush up their resumes in preparation for the cuts by the new owner, or owners. Clark thought he'd wait and see what happened before doing anything drastic. Mr. White had now assigned Clark to work on a series of exposes that would feature examples of government waste and mismanagement. It wasn't the most exciting assignment he had been given, but Clark felt it was doing a public good by keeping the government on its toes. Clark had pretty much resigned himself to simply working through the list of government projects Mr. White had given him, when one of his more reliable sources called to tell him that he should check out a building down near Hobb's Bay. There was supposed to be some kind of top secret, hush-hush, government holding-tank down there. This could mean another exclusive! After telling Mr. White he was going to follow up on a lead, Clark caught a cab to the Hobb's Bay district. After paying off the cab, and ensuring no-one was following him, Clark walked along the waterfront for a couple of blocks and then turned right and headed for the Bessolo Boulevard address he had been given. He stood nervously outside the chain-link fence and gate of a nondescript building and wondered what on earth had led his source to believe *this* was of any importance. He turned to walk back towards the busier part of Hobb's Bay feeling deflated and disappointed with his independent lead. He should forget this crazy idea and just follow up on the next project on Mr. White's list. Then he felt it...a strange tug at his mind. He didn't know what it was, but it was *compelling* him to come to it! Clark had no idea why, but he felt he *had* to investigate. His heart raced as he pulled two of the chain's links apart slipped the chain holding the two sides of the gate together from between the links, and entered the yard in front of the building. He made sure he closed the gate behind him, putting the chain back through the links of the fence and pressing the links of the chain back in place. He glanced over his shoulder to make sure he wasn't being watched, crossed the dirt square in front of the building and came to a halt. The door into the building was fastened by a combination lock! How was he going to get around this? Maybe he should just go away. He felt the force of the tug in his mind again. It, whatever *it* was, wanted him inside! He peered over his glasses but couldn't see through the wall. The paint on this old warehouse must be chock full of lead! He lowered his gaze to the door and was able to see the lock's interior. He turned the dial, and used his special hearing to listen for the confirmation of the tumblers connecting. It took a couple of tries before he got it right, but finally he pulled at the hasp and the lock drew apart. Afraid to open the door, yet compelled by whatever was tugging at his mind, he glanced over his shoulder again and entered the building. The tug on his mind had lessened now that he was inside the building. It was almost as if *it* knew he was there. Clark stared around him. He was in a *huge* hangar space whose floor was filled with tarp covered bulges and filing cabinets. The warehouse hadn't appeared to be anywhere near this big from the outside. He put a clamp on the excitement he was now feeling. He had to keep on track. His crazy idea might just turn out to be an award-winning story after all! He randomly opened the drawers of several filing cabinets. All the file folders had "Bureau 39" logos on their labels. He wondered what Bureau 39 was and what jurisdiction it came under because he couldn't remember coming across that name in his directory of government agencies. Then his heart almost stopped beating when he saw a file labelled "Smallville Incident, 1966." He rapidly scanned the contents of the file. It contained several government reports on a possible UFO sighting in the town of Smallville, Kansas. A small spaceship had been recovered, although it had been buried six feet down in a field, presumably by one of the locals. Two agents had revisited the town in 1972 and were of the opinion that a child by the name of Clark Kent was possibly of alien origin. Clark sank to the floor, his back against the file cabinet, the file folder in his trembling hands. His heart clenched and a moan escaped from his lips. All those years of worrying that the government would find him out...and they already *knew*! If it hadn't been for general inefficiency and mismanagement, they could have come for him years ago! He remembered those agents mentioned in the file. They had been rude to his parents, and after their visit, his Mom and Dad had explained about his other, Special, parents and emphasized how important it was that no-one find out his Special nature. He slowly stood up. He really had to get out of here before someone came and found him in this warehouse. He couldn't leave the file here for anyone to find, either! Clark tucked the file inside the breast of his coat. He did *not* want to expose this warehouse, no matter how many awards he might win. Someone might remember that Clark Kent, reporter, had been a child in Smallville, Kansas at the relevant time. If he never told anyone about his visit here and just followed up on the next project on Mr. White's list, it was unlikely anyone else would think to look inside this warehouse. Anxious to put as much distance as he could between this building and himself, Clark turned to leave when he felt that strange compelling tug at his mind again. It was almost as if whatever it was sensed his intent to leave. Swallowing to moisten his dry mouth, he turned around full circle. The pull was from further inside the warehouse. After taking a look around for possible monitoring equipment, Clark tiptoed forward. About thirty feet further down the aisle he came across a mound that seemed to be begging him to lift the tarpaulin sheet. He did. Underneath was a small spacecraft, almost like a child's version of a racing car without wheels, certainly not large enough to hold a man, with strange symbols around the outside edge. Clark stroked his hand across the cuneiform-style lettering...until he came across the now familiar S symbol on the nose of the craft. He swallowed. Was this the ship he had arrived in? Then his trembling hand stretched out instinctively and picked up a small leather pouch resting on the makeshift table holding the little craft. It seemed to want him to. The pouch held something round inside it and was labelled "Smallville, Exhibit A." Opening the pouch, he found a softball-sized globe of the Earth. As he touched the globe, he felt at one with the object as the surface swirled to a different formation tinged in red, and a voice in his mind said "Krypton." Clark almost dropped the sphere, but got a tighter grip and then carefully replaced it in the bag. He wondered if Krypton was the name of the planet he was from. He did *not* want this spaceship to stay here, either. There was still a remote chance someone else might investigate this building. Putting the bag in the spaceship, together with the "Smallville Incident, 1966" file, he wrapped the tiny craft, globe and file folder in the tarpaulin and lifted the bundle over his head. Manoeuvring his way between the other covered bulges, he carried it out to the dirt square between the building and the gate, locking the door behind him. He heard a sound. Maybe someone had followed him? Maybe they were watching him now?! He placed the ship bundle on the ground and turned around slowly, using his Special sight to see if anyone was watching him. He saw only a stray dog scuffling in an overturned trash can further down the street. Now sure that there was no one in the vicinity to see him leave he picked up the bundle and then jumped, with it on his shoulder, up into the air. Once his feet had lifted off the ground, he pressed his mental button that said "fly." ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:44 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 3 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Within minutes he was at the farm near Smallville. He wasn't sure what instinct had brought him here. After all, anyone in the know would look to Smallville for more clues. However, it felt right that the artifacts related to his origin should be here, where he had spent the first years of his life here on Earth. He decided to bury the spacecraft and the file near the tree were he and Dad had built the tree house together when he was small. Dad had chosen that location because the tree was out of sight of the farmhouse and the road--it would be perfect for his needs. But first, he took the globe up into his old childhood tree house so he could find a hiding place for it there. Once inside the treehouse, he realized that hiding it here wasn't such a good idea. The new people on the farm had small children who would want to use this tree house within the next couple of years. He stood, irresolute, with the globe in one hand. Then he gasped and stared at it in awe as it slowly began to glow again. He wished the globe could talk to him and tell him everything he wanted to know. He stroked it gently with his other hand, almost dropping it again when it suddenly flashed a bright light and a three-dimensional picture of a man appeared. Clark gasped and had to consciously close his mouth as he stared at the strangely familiar-looking man wearing a tunic with the same 'S' symbol that had been on Clark's baby blanket and on the small space craft outside. As Clark stared in amazement at the image, the vision began to speak, "My name is Jor-El. And you are Kal-El--my son." Clark drew a sobbing breath. His *father*! No *wonder* the man looked familiar. He saw a younger version of that same face in his own mirror every morning. His mind wrestled with this new information and he almost missed the next part of the message. He combed his hair with the fingers of his free hand. He really needed to concentrate. The image continued to speak. "The object you now possess has been attuned to you. That you now hear these words is proof that you survived the journey in space and have reached your full maturity. Now it is time for you to learn your heritage." Clark gasped as the image shifted to show a red planet hanging in space. Then the scene shifted again and Clark saw Jor-El standing in what appeared to be a kind of scientific laboratory. "Time grows short and we continue to search. The immensity of space is both a blessing and a curse. In that near infinite variety there must be some place suitable." Jor-El appeared to suddenly feel anguished at the limited time available. "Hope and desperation drive us in equal measure." Then a tall, elegant woman joined the man. Clark felt suddenly overwhelmed and sank to the floor of the tree house. Could this be...his *mother*?! "Lara works by my side. She is tireless and endlessly patient. Considering what is soon to come, this is my greatest consolation: that we are together." A tremor shook the lab, indicators on the console flared and Jor-El took Lara in his arms. The tremor subsided. Clark suddenly realized the man was speaking English. How could that be? Shouldn't he be speaking Kryptonese, or something? As if the globe sensed his puzzlement it responded to his unspoken question. "You may wonder that I speak your language, and not my native Kryptonian: I don't. That is another property of the object." Then Jor-El continued his story. "Unmanned Kryptonian probes have explored every corner of the known galaxy and beyond. For thousands of centuries we have received data back from those probes. I have every confidence that, given enough time, we can achieve the conversion to a manned vessel. But, will we have the time?" Another tremor, more violent than the last, almost knocked Clark's parents off their feet. They clung to the console for support. "The pattern of core disintegration continues to accelerate. Even I cannot predict when it will end." Lara and Jor-El walked over to a small space craft exactly like the one Clark had left on the ground below the tree house. "There is an ancient Kryptonian saying: 'On a long road, take small steps.' Precision and care are the watchwords. Yet, we still have far to go." There seemed to be a shift in time, as if filming had stopped and then restarted. Both of his parents looked sad as Jor-El continued, "There is no longer any doubt. The chain reaction has begun. As panic spreads, the population awakens, too late, to its fate. Our future is inevitable." Another tremor shook the lab and an alarm chime sounded from the console that Jor-El was standing beside. "At last the computers have located a suitable destination: a planet physically and biologically compatible with Krypton whose inhabitants resemble ours, and whose society is based on ethical standards which we, too, embrace in concept, if not always in deed." The image shifted again to show an image of Earth floating in space. "The inhabitants call it, simply, Earth." "We have installed the hyperlight drive and tested it as best we can. So much is unknown." Jor-El and Lara unhooked something attached to the console: the globe with its red Krypton appearance. "Contained within the sphere is the navigational computer that will guide the ship through the maze of hyperspace, as well as this account of our final days." Jor-El carried the globe to the ship, fitted it into the mounting designed for it. Once in place, it changed to display the Earth's blue marble appearance. "All is in readiness. We have selected the ship's exact destination on Earth and programmed it into the computer." Then Clark covered his mouth and gasped as Lara brought in an infant swaddled in blankets. This was himself as a *baby*! "Kal-El, our child. Under Earth's sun his Kryptonian cells will give him powers and abilities no Kryptonian has ever had." Lara gently laid him in the space craft. In a choked voice, Jor-El said, "He is the last son of Krypton." Another tremor shook the laboratory. Jor-El and Lara stood over the ship. "I try to picture where you are now as you hear this last chapter. What do you look like? Are you alone? What have you become? Lara and I will never know. But that you should live to experience this... that is enough. We are content." Jor-El began to seal the hatch of the space craft. Lara lightly touched the baby in the craft and the infant reached for her. The ship's hatch closed. Yet another tremor began. "We give you to Earth, to a realm called America, and a place called Kansas. Remember us, but do not regret our passing. All is fate." It almost seemed unreal. Clark had to remind himself that this was his mother and father and himself as a baby that he was seeing. The image shifted yet again. Clark realized he was seeing Krypton >from the point-of-view of the globe on the surface of the tiny space craft. The planet surface receded away from him until he could see Krypton hanging in space, beautiful, alien, at peace. Then, in a flash of greenish light, it exploded, reduced to dust and space debris. Another moment... and it was as if it had never been. The image vanished. ***** Clark sat on the floor of the tree house, his face wet with tears. This was how his Special parents had died--in a fiery ball almost uncannily the same fiery death as Mom and Dad! Why his Special parents hadn't been able to save themselves, he didn't know. Perhaps one day the globe would tell him that too? The globe looked like the Earth again, and had ceased to glow. But one thing kept spinning through his mind...he hadn't been abandoned by his parents! He had been safeguarded by them! He whispered the name they had given him, "Kal-El!" Memories flooded his mind--of Mom and Dad being hit by the truck-- of Krypton exploding. He found himself sobbing for what might have been. He hadn't known them but they were his *parents* and he was devastated that they had died and yet had done everything in their power for *him*. Clark hugged the globe to his chest, rocking back and forth in an effort to stop the pain he was feeling. When he finally regained his composure, Clark looked at his watch only to find he had been in the tree house for almost three hours! He didn't know what he was feeling any more. Inside he was a turmoil of grief for the death of his Special mother and father, joy at the knowledge of their love, and sorrow at what might have been. The globe had told him *so* much! He wasn't a mistake in some kind of scientific experiment. He really *had* been loved, and wanted. Wiping the tears from his cheeks with the back of his sleeve he carefully placed the globe back into its bag and stood up. Clark floated down from the tree house, lay the globe inside space craft, and buried the craft and its contents in the ground. After they were lowered into the ground, he made sure that the ground above the burial site did not appear to have been recently dug up by covering the disturbed earth with some artfully arranged rocks. He didn't want anyone finding this burial site of his personal history. He stared through the earth at the tiny space ship. Waves of sorrow swept over him. Why couldn't just one set of his parents have survived? Why? He gulped back sobs. Once he had some control over his emotions again, he whispered "Thank you...Jor-El and Lara.... Thank you!" After this final memorial message to his parents, he flew back to Metropolis with the memories of everything that had happened this afternoon spinning round-and-round inside his head. It wasn't until he was almost at the New Troy state line that he wondered if he should tell Lana about this latest development. In Metropolis, he landed outside the gate to the warehouse on Bessolo and double-checked that the lock on the gate was fastened they way he had originally found it. He walked towards the docks and hailed a passing cab. If anyone checked, it would seem as if he'd spent the entire afternoon doing research in the Hobb's Bay area. The cab got him home within minutes. By this time the numbness he had felt after burying the space craft had worn off. The pain and sorrow of this new loss combined with the memory of his earlier loss was back in full force. He was really looking forward to a quiet evening at home to think through his feelings about his birth parents and the way they had died. As he got out of the cab, he saw an extremely irate Lana pacing back-and-forth at his front door "And, just *where* have you been! We're late! Or, did you forget that we had tickets to 'Beauty and the Beast' on Broadway and we still have to eat dinner, and....?" Clark had known they were going to see the Broadway show, but he'd completely forgotten this detail in the emotional upheavals he'd gone through today. "Lana, I'm s-s-sorry. I f-f-forgot. It's been k-k-kind of a traumatic day. I...." "Clark! How could you *possibly* forget these tickets? They cost a fortune! I had to beg and plead with the ticket office to get them on one of your evenings off and *now* you tell me you *forgot* because you've had a hard day!" Clark felt disconcerted. He knew how much these Broadway tickets meant to Lana, but.... "I'm sorry, Lana. It's just that I found out something that upset me...I just forgot, that's all." "Okay, you forgot. I understand. But you know how much I hate being late." She patted his arm. "Right now, you have to change. We have to be there by eight." "I can't. I need for us to talk." Clark hoped she would listen to what he had to say. "Can't! Don't be ridiculous. We can't miss this! It's too late to back out!" Clark swallowed, close to tears again, "I can't! I just *can't*!" Through the tears he managed to get the key in the lock and open the front door. "You have to understand, I just c-c-can't!" "Clark, you promised! We can't back out now. We *have* to go!" "But...." Clark turned around to face Lana. He searched for the words to tell her what he was feeling. Lana moved close to him and put her arms around his neck. "You'll really like it! I just know it. It's a love story, just like ours." She kissed the corner of his mouth. "Please, sweetheart. It'll help you relax. We'll talk about your rotten day later. Okay?" Clark opened his mouth to tell her that he had lost yet more people who loved him to a fiery death, but Lana continued, "Clark, I can see you're upset, but we have this commitment. We can't just not go. Please, Clark, you promised." She blinked up at him. Clark swallowed, he couldn't back out of this and hurt her, could he? Clark whispered, "Okay." She gently released her hold on him and pushed him in the direction of the bathroom. Dazed, Clark walked slowly towards the bathroom trying to sort out his feelings. He had to tell her he wasn't up to this. He *had* to! He turned to reiterate his need to just talk. However, Lana waved him back in the direction of the bathroom. "Sweetheart, this is for the best, really. You need to hurry." He was about to protest but couldn't. She loved him. She was only thinking of what was best for him. Then he realized the truth--that Lana was now the only person left who loved him. He needed her love, so he turned back towards the bathroom to got ready for the theatre. In the shower Clark leaned against the tile letting the water wash over him and wash away his tears. He mustn't spoil Lana's evening. It wouldn't be fair to her. He thought again about insisting that Lana hear about today's events, but realized it would be futile. When she was this focussed on the Broadway tickets, he knew she wouldn't listen. It really didn't make that much difference, anyway. She had always thought he was from space, and knowing that it was true would not help ease her fears of his being caught and put in a lab. He should just keep this knowledge to himself. Later that evening, as Beauty found her true love amidst clamouring town mobs and bewitched castles, Clark had a nightmare thought. What if people found out his true nature--would they see him as a monster and mob *him*? He shuddered and, trying to forget this appalling possibility, returned his attention to the happy ending unfolding before his eyes. ***** London, England -- October 1994 ******************************* Joan Dough was in her weekly session with Dr. Mamba, her psychotherapist. She still could not remember much of anything prior to her arrival at the Sutcliffe Hospital for Post-Traumatic Stress a year ago. She did not know her real name and was still in physiotherapy to recover from the injuries she had sustained just prior to her arrival at the hospital. Joan had spent the last twelve months in the hospital trying to recover from her injuries and do the best she could to remember her previous life. Dr. Mamba was hopeful that she would eventually regain her memory. However, without a framework of known places and people they both knew this would be virtually impossible. The one memory she had was of the name 'Joan Dough' and a place-- Venus, Nebraska. She was pretty sure that the name was not hers, and that she was *not* actually from Nebraska. However, she had no other memories to prove otherwise. The hospital had contacted the authorities in Nebraska. However, as Joan had suspected, there was no record of any Doughs, particularly a Joan Dough, from there. Dr. Mamba looked up from reading her file. "So, Joan, you don't remember anything more than when we met last week?" Joan shook her head. "No. Every time I think I'm close to remembering *something* I get one of those blinding headaches and I can't think of anything but getting away from the pain." Flipping through her file, Dr. Mamba, scanned some of her medical records. "Your physicians can't find any fracture or injury that might be causing those headaches. However, they haven't given up hope of finding the solution just yet. Your injuries *were* pretty severe. It could be just that your body needs more time to heal." Joan nodded glumly. Dr. Mamba was nice and reassuring, but the truth was that none of them knew how to get her memory back, or even how to stop those headaches. "Did they say what I can do to prevent the headaches? They only seem to happen when I try to remember." Dr. Mamba shook his head. "We can only assume that whatever caused you to forget was so traumatic that your body is fighting that memory. And to stop you from remembering *it*, whatever *it* was, your mind refuses to let you remember *anything* prior to your arrival here, even causing you pain in order to prevent that >from happening." "So there's nothing I can do?" Dr. Mamba smiled reassuringly. "I suggest you relax. Don't *try* to remember and eventually you *will* remember." Joan wanted to be well. She *wanted* to remember. But, they had gone through all this so many times already. She was starting to learn some new skills to help her get a job and be more independent, but not being able to remember was all just so *frustrating*! Sighing, resignedly, Joan said, "Yes, doctor. I'll try to do that." Dr. Mamba's suggestion *was* a good one. She should try to just live for the moment and stop yearning for a traumatic past she couldn't remember. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:37 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 4 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Metropolis, New Troy -- December, 1994 ************************************** It was Lana's birthday and they had gone to the elegant Chez Victor's for dinner and dancing. During a slow dance, after they had finished dessert, Lana tightened her hold on his shoulder and asked, "Clark. How long have we known each other?" Clark skilfully sidestepped around another couple on the dance floor as he responded, "Over twenty years. Why?" "I didn't mean *that*, I meant in the biblical sense." Lana gazed up at him through her lashes, tightening her arms around his neck and moving closer. It took Clark a couple of seconds to realize she meant 'know intimately.' "Oh...er, about ten years." "Wrong, Clark...it's been *exactly* ten years--tonight." "Oh." Clark wasn't sure where she was heading with this and that made him uncomfortable. "I think we should get down to thinking about getting married...don't you?" Clark blinked. He had become used to the idea that they had an indefinite relationship. Lana had always seemed to want it that way. What had instigated this question? "We were going to get married right after university, but you didn't want to--then. Why now?" Lana stopped dancing and looked up at him. "I've been thinking about it. My biological clock is going tick-tock, tick-tock and I don't want to miss out on the chance of having children." Embarrassed by her forwardness in such a public place, Clark said, "Lana. Maybe we should go somewhere and talk about this?" Lana nodded and said, "Let's go back to my place." He escorted her off the dance floor and asked the maitre d' to call a taxi so they could go to Lana's apartment in the upscale part of town. After the cab stopped in front of Lana's elegant apartment tower, Clark assisted Lana out of the cab, paid the driver and followed her up the steps into the lobby of her high-rise. Once they were in her apartment, Lana sat on the sofa and patted the seat beside her to indicate she wanted him to sit down. She took his hand in hers and continued their conversation from the restaurant. "Clark, I mean it. I don't want to miss out. I think we should get married now, before it's too late." Clark felt hesitant. She was making some fairly large assumptions here. "We don't even know if I can father children." "Don't be silly, Clark, of course you can. You know you *want* them." Clark nodded. "Yes, I'd like that very much." "Clark, let's get married--soon." Lana blinked up at him. He smiled back at her. She *did* love him. She knew exactly what he was and yet she still loved him! There was only one possible response. "Yes, when do you want to do it?" "Soon." She rested her cheek against his shoulder and hugged him close. "Really soon." ***** "Soon" could not be for a year and a half according to Lana's mother's calculations. Right after they had committed to getting married, Lana had called her mother and father to tell them the news. Her mother had immediately booked a flight to Metropolis and was staying with Lana for a few days. Lana and Clark had hoped to hold a quiet wedding in the Spring. However, Mrs. Lang had other ideas. "Lana, honey." Her mother took up her engagement calendar again. "The *very* earliest we can book a Saturday wedding at the Montgomery Country Club is July 1996." "We could get married on another day," Clark said, trying to be helpful to both his future wife and future mother-in-law. "No, it *has* to be Saturday. You cannot expect out-of-town guests to arrive in the middle of a week. It would be entirely inconsiderate." Lana's mother was adamant. "Mummy! We can't wait a whole year and a half! Can't we do it somewhere else? Maybe, in Smallville? Smallville is really pretty in the Spring." Lana had tears in her eyes. "Now, honey, don't be so silly. It *has* to be in Metropolis. You're our only daughter and you deserve the best." Her mother looked sympathetic but obdurate. "Besides, any place else worth considering wouldn't be available much before that, so it's settled. You and Clark will be married at St. Michael's Oratory and the reception will be at the Montgomery Country Club." Mrs. Lang clicked her pen and wrote this in the 1996 Events section of her engagement calendar. Over the next few months, Clark began to realize how much work was involved in preparing for a wedding. He'd had no idea. As time went by, he was more and more grateful that no-one expected much of him but to show up at the appropriate time and place, dressed in the style of tuxedo selected for him. The one thing that he did do, almost on his own, was to buy the engagement ring. He and Lana visited a number of jewellery stores before finding just the right ring for Lana. He and Lana had their engagement portrait taken. They both looked happy, although Clark guiltily remembered thinking about flying in order to comply with the photographer's request to "think happy thoughts." New Year's Eve he presented Lana with the ring she had selected and formally asked her to marry him. She said "Yes." For some reason, Clark found this kind of daunting. However, he quickly dismissed his apprehension as typical pre-marital jitters and carried on with his life. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- April 1996 ********************************** The wind gusted and blew the trash around on the street as Clark hurried, at normal human speed, back to the Planet. Clark was on his way back from meeting with a source. Bobby Bigmouth had not added much to Clark's knowledge-base about this new candidate for Mayor--Tempus--which was kind of disappointing. Mr. Olsen, the new owner of the Planet, wanted all the information he could get on Mr. White's opponent in the mayoral race. Mr. Olsen had taken a real chance on the Daily Planet when no-one else would. He was a computer whiz who had made millions before the age of twenty-one and was well on his way to becoming one of the richest men in North America, if not the world. He'd bought the Planet last year and had encouraged all the Planet staff to promote the newspaper whenever possible. He'd even talked Perry White into running for mayor. Clark knew Perry would like to *be* mayor, but the whole campaign side of things was getting him down. Perry had never been one to conform to other people's expectations. Clark was now hurrying to get back to the office by noon, because he had agreed to meet with Lana over lunch to discuss the details of their wedding. They wanted to make their own decisions together so that they could form a united front when they met with Lana's parents tonight to discuss final arrangements about the guest list and their nuptial dinner. He slowed down. It wasn't that he didn't *want* to have the 'perfect' wedding. It just all seemed so...he couldn't come up with the right word...frivolous? He shrugged mentally. Regardless, he didn't really feel like discussing the intricacies of place-settings and seating arrangements. He stopped at the sidewalk coffee vendor and picked up a caffe latte. He really should hurry, Lana wouldn't be pleased if he was late. Despite this prudent instruction from his inner voice, he slowly walked back to the office, sipping his latte and browsing through this morning's Daily Planet. Just as he stepped off the curb to cross over to the Planet building, he could have sworn he heard someone call his name. He looked out into the sea of faces of office and construction workers converging on the street, on their way to lunch. Ever since he was in his early teens his Special hearing had seemed to kick in on its own accord whenever trouble was brewing within the vicinity of his ability to Special Hear. Where there was trouble he had to help. He couldn't just not help people--he *had* to help when he could, no matter how upset Lana might get at him. Before he could identify who it was that had called, "Clark, it's me! Over --" there was gunfire a half a block down the street. Everyone scattered, ducking around corners or behind any available cover. Many people drew out their own guns, ready to return fire if necessary. A car squealed into view. The driver shot at a storefront as the woman in the store fired back. The car peeled away. Clark ducked behind a nearby newsstand, and, using the buildings for cover, sped as fast as he could to prevent the car >from escaping. He used his Special Sight to melt a hole in one of the car's tires; and, as soon as he heard the police arrive, sped as fast as he could back to the Planet--hoping to get there before Lana arrived. Lana was waiting for him in the back conference room. "Clark, I can't stay long. The station manager has called a snap meeting for one o'clock. I'll be lucky if I get a chance to eat, and we definitely won't be able to have lunch together. Can we make some quick decisions now? We can deal with the details tonight when we meet with Mummy and Daddy." "What do we still need to decide?" Lana pulled out her file folder on the wedding arrangements. "Well...whether to have dessert *and* wedding cake, what kind of centrepiece to have at the head table, and whether to have paper or cloth napkins. Paper are more convenient, but cloth look so much nicer, don't you think?" "I guess. Look, I don't really care which way we go on any of those things. Why don't you decide what you would like and I'll back you up?" Lana smiled and patted his arm. "Thanks, Clark. You're so sweet. Now I just have to go powder my nose and I'll be on my way." Clark watched her depart in the direction of the ladies' room, with relief. She hadn't realized he was late or seen him do that save outside, after all. He went into the morgue to pick up a file on the mayoral candidates. As he walked back towards his desk, he read through the file, trying to determine if there was any clue to what the new candidate, Tempus, was all about. Suddenly, he heard someone call his name. Just as he raised his head to see who was calling, a woman flung herself into his arms, saying, "Oh, Clark, I'm so glad to see you." Then in a whisper, "You and Superman," and to his astonishment she kissed him full on the mouth! He gently but firmly pushed her off, astounded by the ardour of her kiss. "Miss. Who are you... and what's Superman?" She was looking at him, dumbfounded. As if she were feeling like Alice in Wonderland, where nothing was as it seemed to be. This was just about the way that Clark himself felt right now. He was feeling decidedly disconcerted and had to fight a sudden insane desire to kiss her in return. At that moment, Lana came up behind him and said, "Clark? Who is this?" "I have no idea." But, he wanted to know. This woman seemed to have mistaken him for someone she liked very, very much. He kind of wished *he* was that special someone. "Well, I guess she knows *you*. So she ought to know me. I'm Lana Lang, Mr. Kent's fiancee." Lana held out her right hand to the strange woman. "And you are ... ?" The woman seemed even more lost than she had been a few moments ago when Clark had pushed her away. Clark was desperately fighting the urge to comfort her. What on earth was *wrong* with him all of a sudden? "Uhh, I..." A short, elderly man with greying hair, metal-rim glasses and a large moustache appeared at the young woman's side. "Lois Lane. And still a bit feverish, I'm afraid, aren't you, my dear?" Lois Lane! *The* Lois Lane. But she was dead! Wasn't she? How on earth...? Lois Lane looked totally confused as she said, "I, I guess." The older gentleman led her off towards Mr. White's office. Lana was definitely in no mood to accept Clark's excuses for this woman kissing him. She obviously thought he had invited the action somehow, and was *not* pleased. Clark tried to reassure her, but his stuttering excuse sounded lame even to himself. Just then Perry and Mr. Olsen came up to them. "Clark, I see you've met Lois Lane. It's a miracle isn't it?" Perry was looking in Lois Lane's direction with a pleased smile on his face. Clark followed Perry's gaze and asked, "I thought she was dead. How did she survive?" Mr. Olsen responded, "It seems she's been in a coma for the last three years. Mr. Wells, the old man with her, says he brought her here as soon as he could." "Just who *is* this Lois Lane, anyway?" Lana was definitely not pleased. Her hands and body language added punctuation to her question, emphasizing her disapproval. Clark put his arm around Lana, reassuringly. "Remember, sweetheart, she wrote that news report on Claude." Perry elaborated, "She sure did! She was one of the best darn reporters it was ever my pleasure to work with. The girl was a wonder. She did take risks, though. I thought she'd bought it with this last one, but she somehow survived this one, too." "Oh, *that* Lois Lane." Lana shrugged Clark's arm away and stood beside him with her arms crossed. "She seemed to think she knew Clark." Clark was feeling the panic of the falsely accused. However, before he could say anything in his defence, Perry spoke up, "She couldn't have known Clark. Clark didn't arrive here until a month after she disappeared." Clark felt himself relax. It didn't matter what Lana might think he had done, it was the truth. He had never met Lois Lane. Although, this didn't explain why she seemed to think she knew him...or why he felt as if he knew *her* from somewhere. Perry excused himself and headed back to his office. Clark followed his progress with his eyes, and watched as his boss met Lois Lane and they talked outside the editor's office door. He wanted to listen in, but didn't. Somehow Lana always seemed to know when he was using his Special skills and would tell him in no uncertain terms what she thought of such behaviour. ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:30 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 5 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" When he turned his head back from looking at Lois Lane, he found himself walking beside Lana on the way to the elevators. Clark had zoned out. Lana had been talking for some time, while his attention had been elsewhere. "... and we're meeting my parents at seven to go over the final guest list." Oh, right. The wedding plans. "Okay." He glanced back towards the bullpen to look at Lois Lane again, still talking to Perry and Mr. Olsen. Why had she kissed him? Clark's attention snapped back to Lana at her next words. "Last thing -- I saw that little stunt you pulled a few minutes ago." Oh, God. She'd seen him gazing at Lois Lane. But that couldn't be called a "stunt." What was she talking about? He really had to stay focussed. "Stunt?" "Don't give me those puppy eyes. The gunfight out front? You ducked away and... ?" She made the flying motion with her hand. Shoot, he'd completely forgotten about *that* incident. "Sweetheart, no one saw me. I just used the..." He made a laser vision motion with his hand, "... zzz, burned out his tires and the cops got him." She was not buying it. "Clark, you promised." Clark swallowed. He wished she wouldn't keep trying to pin him down to that twelve-year-old promise. Rather than answer he commented, "This is the *slowest* elevator!" Lana was giving him her pleading look again. "They'd lock you up in some lab and study you. And even if you broke out, you'd never have a life." She moved closer to him and played with his lapel. Looking up at him she continued, "We'd never have a life. No one will ever love you more than I do..." "I know." Clark sighed quietly. Lana was right...as always. "... and no one understands you better. So promise this is the last time." Clark was trying to think of a way of getting out of this corner, when the elevator pinged, and the doors opened. "Here you are." Lana wasn't that easily distracted. She stepped into the elevator and turned to face the front. "Promise me." Clark sighed inwardly and tried to brazen it out. "I'll see you at seven." "Clark --" Lana looked as if she was going to get off and continue her demands, but the doors closed before she could. Clark sighed with relief and crossed to the lunchroom area to get some coffee. Lana wasn't going to let him hear the end of this for some time to come, but he had work to do, so he should just get on with it. On the way back to his desk, he decided he should also think about getting some lunch. However, before he could put this thought into action, Perry called him into his office. Lois Lane and the old man were still in Perry's office. Perry explained that since Clark had already done so much research on the candidates for the mayoral election, he wanted Clark to work with Ms. Lane on her plan to write an expose on Tempus. Clark was more than a little apprehensive about working with this woman after the way she had greeted him, but she seemed to be all business now. She hardly glanced in his direction. He wondered why she would want to write a story on a mayoral candidate she couldn't possibly know anything about since she'd been in a coma for the past three years. He'd have to remember to ask her that, later. Clark followed Ms. Lane and Mr. Wells into the conference room closest to Perry's office. Mr. Wells entered the room first and sat at the table and started fiddling with what looked like a transistor radio. As he followed Ms. Lane into the room, Clark said, "So, you want to do an expose on Tempus?" He knew it was a redundant question, but he was having trouble coming up with any other conversational opener. There was something about this woman that seemed to short circuit his ability to think clearly. "Yeah, but first we have to talk about us." Did she still think they knew each other? "Us?" "Well, *you* actually. For instance..." Clark heard the conference room door close quietly as Lois Lane continued, "how many people know you're from another planet?" Clark's heart lurched. "What?!" "Or that you can bend steel in your bare hands, leap tall buildings in a single bound -- ?" "Hey, hey, keep your voice down...!" Even if the door *was* closed she shouldn't be saying these things in such a loud voice. Then it hit him--how did she *know* all this? Lois Lane lowered her voice but kept on itemizing all the things about him he had kept secret all his life. "That you came here as a baby, in a spaceship --" Clark was having trouble breathing. This was the fulfilment of his worst nightmare--exposure! "Oh, God, Lana said this was gonna happen..." He turned to face the wall, willing this woman to not know everything there was to know about him. "-- you were found by the Kents and raised in Smallville, Kansas--" This woman *did* know everything. Lana's cautions played through his mind. He sighed. "I didn't listen." "-- but from there, I'm sure things get different because --" He *had* to know how she knew all this information. Did it have anything to do with that Bureau 39 warehouse he'd discovered two years ago? "Okay, just tell me: Are you from the government?" Both of the strangers found this highly amusing. Mr. Wells emphatically stated, "Certainly not, my boy." Lois Lane explained, "No, we're from another dimension." Clark just looked at them, bewildered. Were they serious? "Is this some kind of joke?" Lois stroked his arm, comfortingly. "No, Clark. It's *not* a joke. I'm Lois Lane and this is H.G. Wells. Tempus kidnapped each of us and brought us here." "What does this have to do with me?" Lois continued, "You are Clark Kent in *this* dimension. Apparently there are parallel universes in which we each exist but in slightly different forms. In *our* dimension," she turned to Mr. Wells for confirmation, "there's *another* Clark Kent who was sent to Earth as a baby and brought up by the Kents. As he grew older he developed all those powers that you have and became Superman." There was that mysterious name again. "What's Superman?" "Superman is the means for Clark to use his powers to help people. Clark disguises himself in tights and a cape and flies wherever he's most needed." Clark noticed Lois still was touching him and looked down at his arm. She promptly stopped stroking him in that familiar manner that he had found really comforting. He wished he hadn't looked down and drawn her attention to what she was doing. Mr. Wells continued the explanation. "The rest of the time he is Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter at a great metropolitan newspaper." Clark was feeling totally out of his depth here. All this talk of parallel universes, alternate Clarks and bizarre costumes was making him lightheaded. He sat down. "Why are you here?" Mr. Wells looked the most angry that Clark had seen him. "That villain Tempus brought us here! We're trying to get back home. I'm hoping *this* will find the time machine," he waved the device he was holding, "and with *your* help get us back there." "So how can *I* help?" Clark was still not sure if this was all for real, or not. "Once I have this tracker working, we're going to need someone with your powers if we're going to get back to the time machine unmolested." Mr. Wells turned back to tinkering with his device. Lois explained further. "A while back, Mr. Wells used his time machine to travel to the future in search of Utopia." Lois paused and poured a glass of water. "There he found... Tempus." She sipped at the water. "Tempus is a violent psychotic and he *really* hates Superman." "But you said that Superman was just your Clark's disguise for helping people." Lois nodded. "Yes, but Tempus tried to kill our Clark Kent as a baby, hoping to change future history. We managed to stop him, that time." "Then you think he's here to try to kill me?" Lois put down her empty glass and shook her head. "I don't really know, it doesn't make any sense. I thought you were Superman because Tempus was here. But, you didn't even know what Superman was, so now I'm stumped. If you're not disguising yourself as Superman, there doesn't seem to be any reason for Tempus to be interested in you, or this dimension. He seems to be chiefly motivated by trying to stop Superman from creating Utopia." "So, if there isn't any Superman here, there isn't much likelihood of me creating this Utopia?" Lois shrugged. "I guess not. I really have no idea why he's here, now...and as for why he'd run for mayor of Metropolis, now *that* has me completely baffled." "He says he's here to defend the citizens of Metropolis from 'the enemy,' although he hasn't said who or what that might be." Lois stood up and started pacing. "Well, up until you said you didn't know who Superman was I would have thought it was you, but maybe there's some other 'enemy' he has in mind that we don't know about. What did you learn in your research on him?" Clark gave her a quick summary of the information he had gathered, which was virtually nil. "That's not much to go on. How about we pay a visit to the morgue. I might be able to find something with my inside knowledge." They went to the morgue, came back to the conference room with numerous files, and started to go through them one by one. ***** They had been in the conference room for hours. Clark had sent out for sandwiches and coffee, while H.G. Wells tinkered with the tracker and he and Lois Lane went through the files. It was now past dinner time and they were still no closer to figuring out Tempus' game plan, or getting the tracker to work. Lois sat at the table beside Mr. Wells. "How long do you think it will be before you get that working?" "I have no idea, my dear. All I can do is keep trying." Mr. Wells didn't even look up at her. Lois frowned. "Well, we can't just sit here hoping for a miracle. Let's get out there and *do* something!" "Like what?" Clark continued to feel as if he were being pulled by forces out of his control. "I dunno. But, we have to do...something! I *hate* just sitting around waiting." Lois stood up decisively. "Come on. Let's go!" Clark blinked. Was she always like this? She must have seen his hesitation as he opened the conference room door for her because she asked, "Is that a problem, Clark?" He followed her out of the conference room and tried to explain his bewilderment. "I'm sorry, I just... I have a lot of trouble believing all this." "What? That Tempus is a criminal? Or, that he's H.G. Wells or that we're from a parallel Metropolis?" "No, that...that this other me flies around in tights." "Well, your mother made them..." "My Mom?" "Martha Kent." "But the Kents died when I was ten." She stopped and turned to face him, a poignant look on her face. "Oh, Clark, I'm sorry... Who raised you?" He tried to distance himself from the nagging hurt of the question he hadn't had to answer in years. "I kind of just bounced around." Her expression cut right to his heart. He wanted to remove that look of pity from her eyes. "It's okay, it happened a long time ago. I'm fine." "Are you?" The look of concern nearly broke his brave front. Why did he feel that he knew her--had known her a long, long time? They seemed to stand looking into each other's eyes for eternity, or a few seconds--he wasn't quite sure which. His voice cracked as he said, "This is the weirdest feeling. I know I shouldn't talk to you, I *know* I should just walk away but..." "What?" He continued staring at her. He *needed* her. "... I can't." Behind Clark, a harsh beeping sound erupted from Mr. Wells' tracking device. Mr. Wells hastened to them saying, "Eureka! It works! The tracking device, it's locked onto Tempus' transport." "Clark. Help us get back where we belong!" Clark hesitated. If he helped them, Lois would be gone out of his life. But, he *had* to help them. They needed to get back to their own world. Mr. Wells supported Lois' request. "Yes. Help us rid your world of Tempus before he destroys it." Clark made his decision to support their request and opened his mouth to answer when the elevator pinged and Lana stepped out. "Clark? It's seven-o-three!" She was staring at Lois Lane. Clark swallowed. Sometimes Lana could be so jealous. "Uhhhh..." He looked down at his watch. "... oh, seven, of course, your parents. Uh, we were just..." Lois finished his sentence, as if she were used to making excuses for him, "... working on a story." This did not mollify Lana. "Together?" "P-p-perry teamed us up." Clark found himself stammering, again. "Did he?" Lana was not believing a word he said. Lois turned to him and said, "But we can take point while you deal with your wedding. I know how overwhelming it can all be. Just promise we'll meet up later?" She looked into his eyes, pleading. Lana said, "Let's go, Clark." She turned and headed for the elevators, expecting him to follow. Lois wanted a reply. "Clark?" He whispered to Lois, "I'll catch up to you later." Lois said, "Great." Clark, torn between his fiancee and his story partner, hurried after Lana. She talked at him over her shoulder on the way up to the elevator. "I don't like having to come look for you. You know how Daddy gets when you're late..." Clark was reliving his newfound feelings for Lois Lane and tuned out the rest of Lana's complaint. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:24 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 6 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Clark and the Langs had dinner at a trendy new restaurant in a recently rejuvenated warehouse district close to his apartment. After dinner, they all came back to Clark's place for coffee while they discussed plans for the wedding. They had decided that it was too far to go to the Lexor Hotel, where the Langs were staying, or Lana's apartment, which were both on the other side of town from the restaurant. The discussion grew heated in places, but Lana won out on all of her major points--with Clark's support. There was still the final decision about napkins to make, but Mrs. Lang wanted to get back to the hotel early. There was a boutique in the lobby of the hotel which had the perfect ornament for her mantlepiece--they'd have to hurry if she was to get there before the store closed at 9:30. As they left Clark's apartment, Lana was asking him again for his support "... and we want cloth napkins, not paper, right, Clark? Clark?" Clark had intended to escort Lana back to her apartment. However, he suddenly heard a scream. "CLAAAAAAAAAAA-RRRRRK!" It was Lois! He distractedly replied to Lana's question, "I'll get back to you on that," and rushed back into his apartment, closing the door behind him. He ran out onto his balcony and, jumping into the air, flew in the direction of Lois' voice. ***** In seconds he found Lois, blindfolded and wrists handcuffed together behind her back, tumbling and screaming. He caught her as she plummeted to the ground. Holding her gently, he floated to the ground and took off her blindfold. "Are you all right?" Lois nodded as Clark snapped the bands off her wrists. "Fine. Thank you." She was rubbing her wrists but otherwise seemed to be unharmed. "Who did this?" "Tempus." She didn't seem to be as upset as he would have expected...almost as if she were used to being tossed off buildings and caught mid-air. "Let's call the police." "Well, okay, that's *one* way of handling it." Puzzled, Clark asked, "What's the other?" Lois took him by the arm and lead him--in the direction of his apartment. How did she know where he lived? "Let's talk about that..." On the way back to his apartment they stopped at a ski shop having an end of season sale and bought a blue ski suit. Then, they stopped in a drapery store and bought some red and yellow material, and then a shoe store for some brown leather boots. The shoe store owner locked the door on them as they left, just after ten o'clock. Clark wasn't real sure where they were going with this but he had a *bad* feeling about it. She said he was going to be a hero, of all things! Eventually, laden with the results of their shopping, they arrived at Clark's apartment. He was really grateful that Lana's mother had been in a hurry to get back to their hotel. He really didn't want to have to explain Lois to them at this point in time. On the other hand, the problem he had at hand was going to be difficult enough. He'd better explain his position to her, he'd procrastinated about this long enough. He unlocked the door and as they entered his apartment said, "Look, I don't want to be a hero." "Really? Then why did you go after that gunman this morning? Why did you save me?" He stopped at the bottom of the short flight of stairs into his living room, turned and looked at her. "I help when I can... but I want to *live* my life." "Well, that's why you need to have a secret identity." He put down the parcels he'd been carrying. "A secret identity?" Was she trying to turn him into this 'Superman' character her Clark used as a disguise? "Is that why you bought that ski suit?" "Just go with me on this..." She emphasized her words with her hands. "It's not a ski suit -- I mean, it *is* but it's more than that --" She looked him directly in the eyes which made his heart lurch, "it's a symbol, you're making yourself into a beacon." Her enthusiasm was exhausting. "Are you always like this?" "I'm sorry, I'm a little high-strung." Clark flopped back onto the sofa. High-strung didn't even come close to it! "Lady, you're a Stradivarius." Lois looked patient yet exasperated. "Well, maybe this'll help." She took out her wallet and sat on the sofa beside him. She opened the wallet to a picture of a man with slicked back hair, wearing a tight blue outfit and a cape, arms akimbo, with an heroic expression on his face. "That's what I'm talking about." The guy looked *ridiculous*. "That's... what I'm afraid of." *He* certainly would never go out in public dressed like *that*! He flipped the pocket to look at the next photo. It was Lois and *himself* in a smiling embrace. They both looked so *happy*! He looked at her in awe. "Is this... us?" "Well, it's me and him." "Are we -- ?" She lifted her left hand and showed him an engagement ring. Clark was having difficulty breathing. His other self was *engaged* to this incredible, dynamic woman. "This is just too weird." The next picture was sideways. He turned the wallet around so he could see the picture clearly. This was *himself* and a man and a woman who were his parents--only twenty years older! "Oh, my...!" Clark choked on his emotions. He stared at the picture, devouring every last detail. "They're alive?" Clark looked up at Lois, his eyes blurry from tears. She nodded. Clark stroked the picture, as if by just touching their image he could be with his parents. "Does he... spend a lot of time with them?" "Yeah." Clark felt as if his heart would burst. Somewhere, his parents were *alive*--and his other self could see them whenever he wanted. "That's great. That's..." He couldn't continue. He was too overwhelmed. She smiled softly. "They're really proud of him. I'm sure your parents were, too." A kaleidoscope of memories darted through his mind. Of Mom baking in the kitchen, of Dad and himself building the tree house, of the two of them saying good-bye to him as they left for Seattle. They were good thoughts, but would Mom and Dad have been proud of who he was now? He wasn't sure. Clark blinked the tears back. "I guess so. It was a long time ago." "What happened?" He avoided looking at her. If he saw the sympathy in her face, he wasn't sure he could cope. The images of *that* day vividly intruded on his mind. He swallowed. "Car wreck. I saw it happen. I was pretty fast, even then, but... not fast enough. Lana said I shouldn't blame myself." Clark felt compelled to pace. He got up and walked to the bookcase and stared blindly at the books shelved there as he continued talking. "One man can't really make a difference...no matter what kind of powers he has." Lois got up from the sofa and came near to him. "I know things are different here. I know *you're* different. But trust me... powers or no powers... one man *can* change any world." Lois looked at him, beseechingly. Clark sighed aloud. Was that true? Could he *really* make a difference? He doubted it, but he could never resist helping someone in need and Lois needed him to do this. He picked up the wallet and flipped back to the picture of the man in the cape. "His Mom made this for him, huh?" "Yeah." "Can you sew as well as she does?" Lois gave him a deprecating smile. "Well..." ***** Lois had made him a costume out of the ski suit and material. She was in the process of dying the brown boots red and talking on the phone to Mr. Olsen while he, Clark, tried on the parts of the costume she had finished so far. It was awfully tight. Lois hung up the phone and called out, "How's it fit?" "Tight." "Well, let me see." She moved so that she could see him. He straightened up so she could see the effect. "It needs a few pieces here or there..." Clark ran his hand across his chest and realized that it was too smooth. The man in the picture had a familiar logo on his chest. "I just remembered something; from that picture. It's in that trunk over there." Lois moved over to the trunk, knelt down and opened it. "My Mom gave it to me when I was little. She said it was on the blanket they found me in." Lois picked up the envelope, pulled out the S and smiled. He heard her whisper, "...always shows up, just in the nick of time," and wondered what she meant. ***** It had taken a while longer for the boots to be finished, and the S to be sewn onto the costume, but now he had on the full outfit. He felt kind of silly. However, if this was what Lois wanted--he was willing to give it a try. He walked out to the balcony, and stood at the door in the pose he'd seen in the picture, hoping she wouldn't laugh at him. She just stared at him. Oh, god, he *knew* he shouldn't have done this. "I *knew* it, I look stupid." He turned to go back inside and change out of this silly outfit. Lois breathlessly said, "No. No. You look great." She indicated that he should turn around so she could see the whole outfit. He complied. When he was facing her again she nodded, satisfied. "It probably needs a couple of things to straighten the line on the cape, but it'll do for your first time." He looked down at himself wearing this skin-tight outfit and a cape. "Are you sure about this?" Lois nodded. "I'm sure." She must have seen his hesitation because she continued, "But you're not. So let's get you comfortable." "How?" She made a small flying gesture and put her arm around his neck. He automatically picked her up. It wasn't until they were in flight, with Lois cradled in his arms, that he realized that she must do this with *him* all the time. It seemed so natural for her. He envied his other self. To have someone who not only knew about all of him, but fully accepted what he was and helped him *be* that. It took Clark's breath away. At first, helping people as Superman had made him feel foolish. However, none of the people he helped seemed to be distressed by his appearance. One guy even told him "Superman" was a cool name. As the night continued, Clark felt his confidence strengthening. He was being everything he was capable of being. He was helping people. No one laughed at him. No one sneered. He remembered Tim's analogy of the little boy inside hiding in the dark. That little boy was being led out into the light, because Lois Lane had shown him how to unlock the door that kept him in the dark. He couldn't believe that he was now doing the very thing that he'd spent his entire life guarding against: using his Special skills publicly. And, yet, he had never felt such joy in being alive! By sunrise he had helped dozens of people. He had flown openly and used his powers for the good of others. He *had* made a difference. As they headed back to his apartment, Lois said, "Well, nobody's laughed so far. And I don't see any men with nets. So how does it feel?" Clark took a deep intake of breath. "Well. It feels...." He found himself grinning. "... great!" They landed on his balcony. He felt as if Lois had released the bonds that tied him to a cramped and mediocre life. He was grateful beyond belief. "My whole life, I've never felt so good about being *me*. Thank you." He felt at one with Lois Lane and leaned forward to express his gratitude. She leaned towards his kiss and then jerked back. "Wait. I can't." Oh, god. Neither of them was free to continue a relationship. She was engaged to his other self. He was engaged to Lana. He did his best to retreat from his faux pas. "You're right, that was crazy. I'm sorry." "No, it's okay, it's --" She was totally flustered. She shouldn't be flustered. This was all *his* fault. He tried to explain, "-- this feeling I keep having when I'm around you, I can't control it." Why did he keep losing track of who and what he was when he was with her? It was crazy!...and yet being with her felt so *right*! "It's fine, we're fine." He saw her fighting for control. "I should straighten the line on your cape before we go out again." He swallowed and tried to keep the reality of their situation firmly in the front of his mind. He followed her back into the apartment. "Just because I'm not wearing my glasses, are you sure nobody's going to recognize me?" "Positive." Then he heard Lana's voice saying, "Clark!" He cringed. She was standing there, waiting. Furious! "What are you doing?" "Lana. Hi." "What's going on?" Clark could see that he was in deep trouble. He'd better explain, and *fast*. "Lois knows. About me. And... well, I've decided that I need... no, I've decided that the world needs me." "Needs you to *what*? Model men's underwear? Bring capes back into fashion?" With Lana's help, he was starting to visualize how silly he looked, again. Lois interjected. "All right, that's it --" Clark didn't want anyone fighting his battles for him. "Lois --" Lana interrupted, "Clark. You didn't... you didn't go out there and..." Lana made a broad flying motion. "People didn't *see* you?" Before Clark could respond, Lois intervened. "Of *course* people saw him! He's Superman!" Clark felt torn between his newfound freedom on the one hand and the years of habitual hiding and pretending on the other. Lana was now scolding Lois. "I don't know how you talked him into this or what you're really after but *this* is between him and me." She turned to Clark. "Clark, I want things the way they were--the way you promised." She paused to take a breath. "Or else --" Before he could find out what she was threatening to do if he didn't do as she asked, the phone rang. He wondered if he should answer but decided it was better than continuing the fight with Lana. He answered and passed the handset over. "It's for you, Lois." Lana glared. "That's it!" Clark knew it looked bad--Lois receiving phone calls at his place. But he could explain. "Lana..." Lana didn't wait. She stormed out as Lois took the phone. Clark went after Lana. "Lana, come on, this is stupid...Lana!" He caught up with her just outside his front door. "Come on, Lana. Be reasonable." Lana turned and glared at him. "Don't you *dare* go out in the street dressed like that, and humiliate me. Don't you *dare*!" She made as if to push him back into his apartment. "Lana...!" "You disappear right in the middle of saying goodbye to my parents last night...then *this*." She glared at his costume again. "We'll talk about this when I get back from the airport. *We* were supposed to see my parents off. Obviously, you have more *important* things to do!" Lana turned on her heel, stomped to the curb, quickly got into her car and drove off. Clark retreated back into his apartment and closed the door, wishing he could be on some other planet by the time Lana got back >from the airport. Lois rushed up to him. "I got a call, we have to get to the television station on Carlin Avenue!" "Who was it?" Lois shrugged. "Whoever it was said there's going to be a debate on TV in a few minutes and Perry is going to be killed!" Quickly, Clark picked Lois up and flew out of the balcony door. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:17 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 7 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Clark landed in the middle of the television studio, lowered Lois feet first to the floor and moved towards Perry to protect him. Lois rushed ahead of him up to the podium asking, "Perry, are you all right?" Her concern for Perry was apparent. On the other hand, Perry seemed stunned to see Clark...or at least the costume. Clark started to comprehend how ridiculous he must look and wanted to back away. But he couldn't. He had to find out what Tempus planned for Perry. Perry exclaimed, "I'm fine... my Lord, who is -- ? What -- ?" People in the studio audience were getting to their feet for a better look, staring and murmuring. Clark ignored the background noise as best as he could and concentrated on finding any nearby weapons that Tempus might have on hand to kill Perry. Clark x-rayed the walls and saw Mr. Wells tied up in a chair. He moved to the back wall. Behind him Tempus was precipitating panic in the audience. "Everyone get back! He's very dangerous!" Clark shoved the false wall aside, revealing a steel door. He grabbed the handle and peeled the door from its frame as if it were cardboard, revealing Wells tied in his chair to everyone in the TV studio. Mr. Wells begged, "Superman, be careful, there's a bomb..." Tempus loudly repeated, "A bomb? Did he say bomb?" Clark wished Tempus would just shut up. His editorial comments were making it very hard for Clark to concentrate. However, Clark's immediate concern was to get the bomb away from Mr. Wells. "I see it." He grabbed it out of Wells' pocket and moved towards the exit. Tempus' assistant stiltedly declared, "He has got a bomb! The alien has got a bomb!" Some women in the audience screamed. Everyone started to rush for the exits. Tempus yelled over the noise, "Stand back! Everyone back! I will save us!" and with a flourish Tempus produced a glowing chunk of green rock. Clark couldn't figure out what the guy expected to do with a little piece of rock. It wasn't like stones could hurt *him*. Lois seemed to have a different opinion because she screamed, "No!" and lunged at Tempus. She was held back by one of Tempus' assistants. That did it! Now Clark was mad. How *dare* they harm Lois? He stepped towards Tempus, saying, "You've got a lot of explaining to do, Mister Temp --" Pain and dizziness suddenly hit him and he couldn't go on. The room spun around him. Another wave of pain swept over him and he dropped to his knees--the bomb slipping out of his numbed fingers and onto the floor. While the pain ebbed and flowed Clark heard Tempus say, "I think you're the one who owes this planet an explanation -- invader!" Clark tried to get up, but he couldn't. He hadn't felt this kind of pain since he was small and had fallen out of the treehouse, breaking his arm. Tempus was now almost on top of Clark. Clark could barely see and hear as he writhed on the floor in pain. Tempus stood over him and accused, "You are part of an invading army, are you not?" Clark had to deny it. He gathered up the little strength he had to whisper, "No..." Through the pain, Clark could only dimly hear what was going on around him. He knew that Tempus was still hurling accusations at him. He thought he heard Mr. Olsen protest and was almost sure he heard Lois say, "Stop it, you're killing him!" Then the room faded away from him and all he knew was pain. After what seemed to Clark a long time later, the physical pain receded, but then he heard Tempus denounce him with, "That's right! Clark Kent, mild-mannered reporter for a great Metropolitan newspaper!" Clark's worst fear was realized. Exposure! He looked at Lois, who appeared distraught. Lois exclaimed, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I never meant for this --" Perry said, "Kent..." Mr. Olsen exclaimed, "My God, who'd've thought?" Tempus' accusations continued. "Aided and abetted by James Olsen, Perry White and Lois Lane!" Clark was trying to cope with the pain. He heard Perry, Lois and Mr. Olsen protesting, but couldn't concentrate long enough to get the details. The next thing he heard was Tempus state, "It's ticking?" shortly followed by, "It's gonna blow!" and then "Run!" Another wave of pain swept over Clark as he saw the shining green rock drop to the floor beside him. The next few minutes seemed very confused. Then suddenly the pain was receding and his strength was coming back. He heard Mr. Wells yell, "These are innocent people! You can't just abandon them!" Tempus was pushing his way towards the exit. "Watch me!" He pulled out a gun. "Clear out, you morons, or I'll blow you away!" Clark wasn't exactly sure what happened next, but abruptly Mr. Wells was beside him with a rapidly ticking bomb. He tried to crush it, but he wasn't strong enough. Suddenly the bomb gave off a rising whine. People in the studio screamed. They would die if he didn't *do* something! He broke the bomb in half with his teeth and swallowed the central explosive. That's not exactly what he'd intended to do, but he *had* to protect these people >from the detonation...he *had* to...and the bomb was already in his mouth. He heard Lois say, "No, Clark, you're too weak!" Too late. He gulped and felt -- a low, rumbling boom! His world went black. He could faintly hear Lois crying, "Clark, please..." and someone was shaking him. He coughed and breathed in. He rose up onto his knees and feeling bloated, brought his hand up to his mouth and belched. "'Scuse me." Clark apologized and then, concerned that people might have been hurt, asked, "Is everyone all right?" Lois patted him on the back and helped him to his feet. Perry said, "We're fine, thanks to you, Kent." Mr. Olsen asked, "Why didn't you tell us about yourself before?" Clark tensed. Here it came! Now they knew what he was they were going to lock him up and dissect him like a frog! Lois stepped into the fray with, "I'm sure everyone has a lot of questions -- but the important thing to remember is, he's here to help." Clark relaxed again. Lois understood his need to help others and was letting everyone know that he wasn't just a freak. Mr. Wells added, "He is in every way no less than a... Superman." Perry repeated, "Superman..." Mr. Olsen jumped in with, "Kind of a nickname, Kent?" Finally, Clark was able to get a word in edgewise with, "Well..." However, that's all he got in. Mr. Olsen continued, "I love it. And the suit is great. Touch of patriotic, stand alone kind of thing, lotta muscle." He turned to Perry and exclaimed, "White, we ought to get you one of these." Perry protested, "No, thank you, sir. There's only one... Superman." Mr. Olsen seemed to stare at a vision he could see in his head. "That name. I can see it right now on the front page of the --" ***** It had taken Clark a few more minutes to fully recover from the effects of the rock that Lois told him was Kryptonite. He had known about Krypton ever since he'd found the little spaceship in the government warehouse. However, this Kryptonite thing was news to him. Lois seemed surprised that he recovered as quickly as he did, but Clark wasn't questioning it. He was just happy that no-one had been hurt. He needed to hurry home because he figured that Lana would be back >from the airport by now, and he needed her to understand the truth about what had been going on. He excused himself, assuring Perry that he would be at the Planet before the newspaper went to press. ***** Lana was sitting on the sofa in his living room watching TV. She glared at him in his Superman costume. "I'm not talking to you until you get out of that *silly* outfit." "Lana. It's *not* silly. Other people like it. Mr. Olsen thinks it's great. People I help think it looks cool." "...and I suppose that *woman* loves it too?" "Well, yes--she made it for me." "I imagine you both had a lot of *fun* with the whole fitting process, didn't you?" Lana glared at him. Clark blushed. Then, angry at the insinuation, he lashed back, "Lana, you have a vulgar mind. That's *not* how it was." "Do I look like a complete *idiot*!? I've seen the way the two of you are together. It's obvious you're in love with her. Don't *lie* to me!" "Lana. I would never lie to you...or, anyone else." "Oh, right!" Lana stood up and waved her hands in his direction. "What do you think all that keeping your skills a secret was, if it wasn't lying?" "I only ever told *you* that I could do them...that's true. But I never actually said I *couldn't* do them. No one ever asked." "You told *her*." Lana spit out the word. "How *dare* you tell that...that...*woman* about yourself. You've known her less than twenty-four hours! How *could* you?" "Lana, calm down. I did *not* tell Lois about me. She already knew." Lana was standing with her hands on her hips, her whole body expressing her anger. "*How* did she know?" "She's from a parallel dimension. In her world, she and the Clark of that world are engaged to be married." Lana threw up her hands. "And you believed her? Clark! How can you be so naive? She's *using* you! Can't you *see* that?" "Lois is trying to help me." "By putting you on display like some kind of...stud? How is *that* going to help you?" Clark felt helpless. How was he going to explain so that Lana would understand? He took a deep breath and quietly elaborated, "She helped lead me from the darkness of my fears to the lightness of being the person I was meant to be. She wants me to be everything I can be. Don't you?" "Clark, I want *you*. I want the *you* I've always known. I don't *like* this...this...." She waved her hand at his costume. "Lana. This *is* who I am. I *am* Superman. I've always *been* Superman...I just didn't know how to *be* him. Lois showed me the way." "Clark. Stop saying that. I can't be married to someone who flies around in *tights*!" Clark's heart lurched. Was she telling him their engagement was off? He must have misunderstood. She loved him, that *couldn't* be what she meant. "So, what exactly is it you're trying to say?" "You either want to be married to *me*--have a home and a family, or, you want to fly around in that silly costume. Which is it going to be?" Clark's illusions about Lana's love for him splintered into a thousand tiny pieces revealing the truth he'd tried to pretend wasn't there. She wanted him, yes. But, she wanted to possess him, to control him, to make him into her image of the man she wanted to be married to. He now knew he had so much to offer the world. He couldn't shackle himself to the kind of restricted life Lana wanted. "I want to help people...to be the Superman they need." Clark saw the anguished look on her face. "I'm sorry, Lana. I'm not the man for you. I have to be the *me* I was meant to be. I'm sure you'll find someone else who *will* make you happy." Lana grabbed her purse from the end table and with a tiny sob stalked out of the front door of his apartment. Clark felt numb. He didn't bother to change, just flew back to the Planet to talk to Perry and Lois. ***** London, England -- April 1996 ***************************** Joan Dough was in the television lounge of the hospital. She *still* could not remember much of anything prior to her arrival at this hospital three years ago. Joan had spent her three years in the hospital trying to become a well-rounded, normal person. She had taken courses in cooking, sewing, knitting, crocheting, keyboarding, interpersonal communication, writing and dramatic arts as part of her therapy at the hospital. She seemed to have a flair for writing and dramatic arts more than anything else. However, her frequent and debilitating headaches prevented her >from leaving the hospital and living in the community. The one part-time job she had obtained at the local bookstore had lasted less than a day when she had collapsed while sorting some news magazines onto a display shelf. A second attempt to have her work as a proofreader at the local newspaper had aborted when she fainted on her way through the Daily Sun's front door. She never tried again. She had no idea why trying to work would make her react that way. She was beginning to wonder if she would *ever* be well enough to live a normal life. She usually avoided watching television, especially the news. For some reason watching the news gave her horrendous headaches, resembling the ones she got whenever she tried to remember her life before the hospital. Today someone had left the channel on LNN, which was repeating coverage of a special story about a phenomenon in Metropolis, New Troy. Apparently, an alien had saved an entire television audience from being blown up. Joan felt like her head was about to split open. She tried to get up to change the channel or leave, but found she couldn't. She broke down and sobbed from the rapidly increased pain in her head. The announcer continued with the story. They showed the man in red, blue and yellow swallowing a bomb and saving everyone around him from instant destruction. The announcer said the man was calling himself "Superman". At the word "Superman," Joan's excruciating headache peaked and she felt herself falling as she blacked out. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 8 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Metropolis, New Troy -- April 1996 ********************************** Clark had given his "exclusive" story to the Daily Planet. Mr. Olsen was ecstatic. He had his headline printed large saying "Not Bird. Not Plane. Superman!" He gave Clark the byline for his story, under both of his names. Only yesterday, Clark would have been thrilled to have his byline under a 200 point headline...today, he *was* that headline and the byline seemed unworthy. Lois indicated that she wanted to leave for her own dimension. Now that Tempus had been arrested, there was no longer any need for Clark to escort Lois and Mr. Wells to their time machine. Mr. Olsen told him that Mayor White wanted to present Clark to the people of Metropolis. Still dressed in his Superman costume, Clark followed Lois into the elevator and they rode down to the lobby in silence. He wondered what she was thinking, all the while trying not to think about the inevitable goodbyes to come. As they walked to the centre of the lobby, Lois said, "I'm sorry the secret identity thing got blown." Clark tried to reassure her. "It's all right. Honestly, I don't know how you thought a pair of glasses would keep people from recognizing me. It's ridiculous." "Don't get me started." The wry expression on Lois' face made him wonder if the disguise thing was as preposterous as it sounded. "So is Lana okay with all this?" Clark swallowed. He'd rather not get into Lana's insinuations about his and Lois' relationship. "Lana said it was either her, or Superman." Lois looked sympathetic. "Oh, Clark, I'm sorry." "I wish I felt half as bad about losing her... as I do about losing you." A faint hope leaped into Clark's mind as they looked into each other's eyes. "What if I asked you to stay?" "I can't." He'd been afraid she would say that...even though he *needed* her. "But I'm not sure how to... *be* this. You made it happen." "All I did was help you make the right choice. You'll keep doing that. You just have to believe in yourself as much as I do." Clark was torn between the fear that he could not do this on his own, and the realization that *this* woman was the woman he should have been with. "Lois, I don't just need your help... I need *you*." "So does he." Clark flinched. But he *loved* her. "What I'm trying to say is... I know this sounds crazy but... I think I... I..." "So does he." She was reminding him that she was the *other* Clark's Lois. His own Lois had died before he could even get a chance to meet her! That other guy was *so* lucky. He had his parents, this wonderful woman and a private life. He looked into Lois' eyes. "Does he know what he has?" She understood exactly what he meant. "We both do." Years of accepting the inevitable kicked into place. Clark took a deep breath and responded. "We all do." Just then Mr. Wells came through the revolving door. "Well, Tempus is taken care of and all is right again in both universes." He looked at Lois. "Except for you, my dear. Are you ready?" She looked at Clark for a second, smiled tentatively, and said, "Yes." Mr. Wells indicated the revolving doors. "We're in the alley across the street. Right this way." Lois gave Clark one good-bye glance and went through the revolving doors. Clark stared after her...desolate...wishing she would change her mind. Mr. Wells interrupted his thoughts. "I must say, my boy, I envy you." Clark was startled. "Me? Why?" Wells gestured in the direction of the crowd outside. "With every eye upon you, every breath held in anticipation, you hold in your hands a world waiting to be shaped." "I'm just not sure that I can...." "That you can take on such great responsibility? What do you think Shakespeare meant when he wrote, 'In apprehension how like a god?' It's not that gods are anxious about their responsibilities. But with such great weight comes great understanding. Trust that, Clark, and trust that you've found your true destiny. And in you, a once-hopeless world has found its future. Good luck to you." Wells clapped him on the shoulder and followed Clark as he exited the Daily Planet through the revolving door. Clark took a deep breath and went forward to meet the crowds that Perry wanted him to greet. The crowd greeted *him* with cheers and cries of adulation. He saw Mr. Wells move through the crowd. Across the street from the Planet, he could see Lois near the dimension machine, watching. He couldn't hear what she and Mr. Wells were saying over the noise of the crowd, but her eyes said it all. He could see the tears she was fighting. Then she and Wells walked into the alley and onto the machine together. Clark felt tears in his own eyes as he saw the flash of light indicating the activation of the machine. She was gone...forever! ***** Gone! She was gone! How was he going to survive without her? He *knew* that he'd survived without her before, but that was *before* he'd realized that there could be someone especially for him. Knowing that there had been someone for him and he'd lost *her* too was almost too much to bear. Clark was startled out of his reverie by a tug on his arm accompanied by the words "Now, folks, the hero you've all been waiting to hear from--*Superman*, also known as Clark Kent of the Daily Planet." Perry pushed him in the direction of the microphone. Clark stood at the microphone unable to say a word. He saw a sea of faces turned upward in expectation and felt panic rising within him. He couldn't *do* this. It was impossible. He wasn't a hero, he just.... He took a deep calming breath. Lois said he could, so he at least had to *try*. "Hi, everyone." A little girl at the front of the crowd broke into a big smile and the rest of the crowd responded with a aspirated "Hi" in return. They sounded as if they liked him. Maybe he *could* do this? He coughed politely and the crowded shushed each other. "Mr. White has called me a hero. I don't want to be a hero, I just want to help people. If you'll let me." There was a roar of approval from the crowd. "Thank you." Clark stepped back away from the microphone. Mr. White stepped forward. "Okay, folks, that's it for today. Let's everyone give Superman a big hand!" Clark felt himself blushing as the crowd burst into applause. This being in the public eye was going to take some getting used to. Metropolis, New Troy -- June, 1996 ************************************** Clark dashed into an alley to escape the mob outside the Daily Planet. It seemed like every day the crowd grew larger and he was becoming afraid. It wasn't that he was afraid that they would hurt *him*. He was afraid that his invulnerability would hurt *them*." Also, nothing in his life up to now had prepared him for this... this... insanity! Clark stood at the end of the alley, his back to the wall. Any moment now the crowd would surge around the corner and he would have no place to go but up. It was better if he took off now, when they couldn't see it happen. Clark looked for a place to change quickly, but there wasn't a nook or cranny anywhere in this alley. As a result, he jumped and pushed his mental button that said "fly," dressed as Clark Kent. He was several hundred feet in the air before the crowd of women entered the alley, looked around and then up, and began screaming and clamouring for him to come back down. Clark closed his eyes and fled to the farthest part of the Arctic to get away from the noise and to catch his breath. Right after Lois had left, he had wondered if he had made the right decision about being Superman. He was alone...no Lana...no Lois. What was he going to do? He and Lana had always thought that his discovery would mean his being locked up and analysed. So far it hadn't been like that--at all! Most people seemed to almost worship him, as if he were some kind of minor deity, high profile movie star or European royalty. In fact, he'd heard that a tribe in central Africa literally *had* started worshipping him as some kind of new god. Everywhere he went he was surrounded by crowds of people fascinated by his every move. It was worse when he was dressed as Superman. It seemed as if people were willing to give Clark Kent *some* private space, but considered Superman public property. On the other extreme, there were some wackos who thought he should *not* be allowed in public areas...because he was an alien...because he might hurt someone...because he wore a ski suit in public. There had been a great curiosity about the second disappearance of Lois Lane, but all he could tell anyone was that she had come when Metropolis needed her the most, and now she was gone. When Lois had disappeared in a flash of light he had felt desolate. After meeting her he knew what might have been, and yet it wasn't possible for him to have it. The Lois he should have met was dead! He had spent the days following Lois' departure throwing himself into the work that he, and she, had set for him to do. Whenever he slowed down to think he found nagging, distressing questions spinning around-and-around in his brain. Why was it *he* had to suffer? Why couldn't it have been *his* parents that survived? Why did the other Clark have *everything* and himself nothing? He recognized that he was grieving for a phantom life, but didn't know what to do about it. Instead, he did the best job he could as Superman. At first he'd had no idea where to even begin helping in a city full of people with guns and short fuses. He'd spent his first couple of days just breaking up face-offs between two people, or groups of people, waving guns at each other. In between he'd rescued a woman from being raped, a construction worker from being crushed by a falling crane, and a cat from being stranded in a tree. In almost no time at all, Clark had found himself in the need of a lawyer to fend off the mounting number of lawsuits: by people whose guns he had confiscated, by people he had saved--but not their property, and by people he had failed to rescue for whatever reason. Lawyers had flocked to him to take the notoriety defending Superman would give. Clark rejected them all. Mr. Olsen had recommended the daughter of one of his friends. He had been glad for a recommendation of someone not just out to gain the notoriety. He recalled the initial meeting with Constance Hunter. "Superman...er, Mr. Kent." "Clark...please." "Clark. I'm sorry you've wasted your time, but you need someone with a lot more experience than I have." "Mr. Olsen thinks you're right for the job." "Mr. Olsen doesn't realize how *new* I am to this profession. I've been out of law school less than three years." "Ms. Hunter." "Please, call me Constance." "Constance. I've been Superman less than three *weeks*, I need *all* the help I can get." Constance hesitated. "Okay. But don't say I didn't give you fair warning." She slammed thick legal tome on her desk. "So, who exactly is suing you right now?" Over the next few weeks Constance had taken care of his legal problems and left him free to do his job. He had made Metropolis as safe as he could for its citizens. He was amazed to find that fewer and fewer people felt it necessary to carry guns, because he was on the job. In fact, not only were people no longer as cynical and frightened as they had been before he arrived on the scene, many now felt so comfortable with him that he had a large and loyal following. Best of all, he realized he was actually *good* at this. Helping came naturally and he always seemed to know the right thing to do. Often, he wasn't even sure himself where the answers came from. He put it down to natural instinct. Lois had been right, he *could* do this! In the beginning, the worshippers and reactionaries had almost driven him crazy, but there was one group of people that had kept Clark sane. These were the people that supported him in his efforts to *be* Superman. Most of them were people whose nearest and dearest, if not they themselves, had been rescued in one way or another by Clark. He was grateful that there were such people in the world. He was doubly grateful for his friendship with Tim Neer. During the insanity of the first few days after his coming out, among the phone calls from every talk show and wacko in the world, there had been a call from Tim simply requesting a return call. Clark had flown to Kansas City straight away. He had gone dressed as Clark, in an attempt to keep the visit quiet. Somehow, that had worked. Unlike Metropolis, Clark Kent wasn't that familiar a sight in Kansas City, and he was able to visit with Tim and Lori without any media attention whatsoever. Tim had been the *best*. He and Lori kept Clark's visits private, and never mentioned their friendship to anyone. When an intrepid reporter had uncovered the fact that Tim had roomed with Superman in college, Tim was able to honestly say he had never noticed anything unusual. When the reporter finally clued in to Tim's blindness, he stopped calling and dropped the story. Tim regaled Clark with this anecdote on his next visit, early in August. "It's hard to make an eyewitness out of a blind man." Tim was cracking up with laughter as he recounted this story to Clark. "But, of all the people I knew back then, *you* were the one that came closest to guessing the truth," Clark said. "You at least saw that I had a part of me that I was afraid to expose." ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:43:01 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 9 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" "So the 'little boy in the dark corner' was really *you* hiding your special talent?" Lori was sitting beside Tim on a bench on their deck, holding Tim's left hand while they all talked about their previous lives together. Clark nodded. "Lana was the only one who knew the whole truth. She was the only one I could talk to about myself as I discovered new things about me." "It was unfortunate, for you, that she wanted you to hide your talent rather than encouraging you to use it." Tim took a sip >from the glass of beer he had in his right hand. "We *both* thought I'd be locked up if anyone found me out. Even my Dad was always saying I'd be 'dissected like a frog.' So far *that* hasn't happened. Although, I'm not sure being a celebrity is all that much better." "So, Mr. Celebrity, can I interest you in another burger?" Lori released her husband's hand, got up and headed for the barbecue. "Oh, definitely. I *have* been known to eat seconds." Tim laughed. "You're going to have to watch this guy, honey. He can eat us out of house and home." He grinned in Clark's general direction to let him know he was just kidding. Lori handed Clark another burger, and told him to go ahead and add his own fixings. Tim asked for lettuce and tomatoes and she put the burger on his plate in the precise location for him to find it easily. "I never realized that my prediction of you becoming one and then find someone you'd been waiting for would have such a profound effect. I mean, your meeting Lois Lane. Talk about significant events." Lori was adding mustard and relish to her burger. "So how is Lana taking your celebrity status, Clark?" "Not well. She's always thought that being on television was the hallmark of having 'made it.' The fact that I'm on the nightly news, every day, is not sitting well with her." "What about her parents?" "Her mother is *horrified* that she encouraged her darling, sweet, innocent daughter to become intimate with an *alien* of all things." Clark took a bite out of his burger, to stop himself >from saying anything less complimentary about his former future mother-in-law. Shortly after their break up, Lana had called to tell him that her mother was in a state of shock about actually encouraging her daughter to become engaged to "that...that...alien!" Clark wasn't entirely sure why Lana had gone out of her way to let him know this. He decided that it was almost surely vindictiveness, especially since her parting words were to ask him sarcastically how his sex-life was, now that he was Superman. If Lana only knew! Clark was inundated with offers for any kind of relationship he would care to think of...and some he couldn't imagine were possible. Opportunity was not his problem. However, having met Lois Lane he did not want *that* kind of fleeting pleasure. He had resigned himself to a celibate life. What he wanted was a lifelong relationship with the woman he was meant to be with...and it wasn't possible. 'His' Lois Lane had died three years ago! Over the summer, Clark had tried searching out the Lois of this world, at the place she had disappeared in the Congo, without success. He hadn't really thought he could find her but he'd *had* to try. Clark felt a hand on his shoulder and came out of his reverie. Tim was sympathetic. "Forget them, Clark. What you're doing is the *right* thing. You can't please everyone." It took Clark a few seconds to realize Tim was referring to Lana and her parents. "I know. I get calls from all the talk shows...Geraldo, Larry Kidsign, the Tonight Show--asking to appear with Lana. I've refused. I don't want to be part of that media circus. It's bad enough that they've swarmed all over Smallville. I feel sorry for all the families who fostered me. The media is making their lives a public spectacle. However, my refusing to go on the talk shows hasn't stopped them, they're putting Lana on alone. So she gets to spread *her* side of the story--and I don't get a rebuttal. I'm not sure I shouldn't go on and set the record straight." "Forget it, Clark. If Lana has a new career touring the talk shows that's *her* problem. Don't let them suck you in to that merry-go-round too. You'll only be sorry." Tim took a bite out of his burger. Clark knew that was probably true. "You know, what I really don't get is why she's willing to put herself on all those shows. Lana was never one to cope well with public embarrassment." "Well, Clark, I've seen her on those shows." Lori sounded disgusted. "She's obviously got an ax to grind and it's over-riding her personal aversion to embarrassment. I say, just let her talk. Eventually, they'll get tired of her and move on to the next 'exciting new revelation' about some other poor sucker's life." ***** London, England -- August, 1996 ******************************* Joan Dough was spending less and less time in the hospital lounge. Every time there was another story about this new phenomenon, "Superman," she had an attack. A lot of the women--and some of the men--at the hospital, both patients and staff, were enchanted by this man who could fly. Joan was having difficulty staying conscious whenever there was any mention of him. Joan's doctors were worried about this new setback in her recovery. Dr. Mamba tried to find the source of her trauma, but even hypnotism was not able to bring it to the forefront. Joan was becoming more and more reclusive and now rarely did anything to change her routine of meals, crafts, sitting in the garden, and sleeping. She had given up hope of leading any kind of normal life, or of remembering her past. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- February 1997 ************************************* Clark stared at the space that had held the dimensional machine just a few moments ago. The echo of Mr. Well's statement that "Nothing is impossible, my boy," echoing through his brain. Mr. Wells seemed to imply that *he* would be able to find *his* Lois. But, he couldn't believe it. You couldn't raise people >from the dead! He was feeling confused and dejected. He had gone to help Lois while *her* Clark was trapped in Eternity by John Doe, aka Tempus. He had known ahead of time that the experience of going to the other dimension would not be a happy one for him. However, the chance of seeing Lois--again--was more than he could resist. He *had* to help her. He had no choice. Clark remembered the middle of the night talk that he had with Lois Lane--giving Lois a pep-talk about believing in her love for *her* Clark in order to bring him back from Eternity. It was only fair he return the favour. She had set him on the road to being Superman by letting him know that if he only believed in himself, he could do anything. He wished he could convince *himself* to believe that *his* affinity for the Lois of this world could do the impossible and bring *her* back to life. The visit to the other dimension hadn't been totally bad. He had met his parents--the way they would have been if they had survived in his own world. Leaving them had been as painful as leaving Lois. In just his short while there, in the other dimension, he had seen what the possibilities might have been if he and *his* Lois had ever been able to work together. It dismayed him to think it could never be. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- April, 1997 *********************************** Clark was flying his usual patrol over Metropolis, keeping an eye out for trouble...and swarms of screaming women. It seemed like nothing deterred them in their quest to catch Superman. He had hoped that, over time, the obsessed women would get bored or move on to other interests. However, that didn't seem to be the case. In the few months since his trip to the other dimension, he'd been kept busy mostly by natural disasters. There were some interpersonal conflicts, but for the most part he had been able to cover most of the crime in Metropolis by carefully timed patrols. The hoards of fans were his greatest problem. Clark was at the end of his midnight tour. After breaking up a couple of fights and stopping a bank robbery, Clark headed back home. He still lived in the loft apartment he had inhabited since he moved to Metropolis. It was his by choice and nothing and nobody was going to drive him out. Not that some hadn't tried. The landlord had been so furious at the devious ways people had tried to force their way into Clark's apartment that he had *personally* taken on the security of Clark's domain as his responsibility. He had even spent his own money on part-time security guards for the first few weeks after Clark's 'coming out.' Eventually, people got the picture and left Clark alone, at home. However, getting to and from the office was still a challenge. Clark dropped down onto his balcony. It had been a long day. He needed a shower, a hot meal and then some sleep. He came out of the shower to be greeted by Mr. Wells. Clark wondered what was up in the alternate universe *now*. "Hello, my boy." Mr. Wells smiled up at Clark. Well, Mr. Wells was smiling so whatever it was couldn't be *that* catastrophic. "Hi. I was just about to eat dinner. Want to join me?" Clark headed towards his kitchen. "No. No. We don't have time. I'm here to take you to Lois." Shoot, he'd been wrong. "Again? What happened to her Clark this time?" "Eh? Oh, not *that* Lois. The Lois of *this* dimension." Clark stopped still. He couldn't have heard right. "But, but... she's d-d-dead." "Oh, not if you hurry. We really must hurry, you know." Puzzled and anxious, Clark quickly followed H.G. Wells onto the contraption he used to travel through time and dimensions and stood waiting while Mr. Wells poured a handful of gold fuel into the metal funnel at the front of the machine. "Where are we going?" "Not so much where, my boy, as when." Mr. Wells climbed into the time machine and turned the dials on the dashboard so that they read April 24, 1993. "Sit down, my boy, sit down!" Clark followed instructions. The machine whirred and shook and seemed to turn itself inside out. This was starting to feel really familiar. Clark found himself in a hot steamy jungle in the Congo. He had been in almost this exact same location only last year...or was that three years in the future? He was getting confused. There were some huts over on the right with a few lanterns lit. Inside one of the huts he could hear two men talking. One sounded like *Tempus*! "Well. Is she *dead* yet?" "She *has* to be, Mr. Tempus. I saw her go down with the last bullet, myself." Clark was about to dash into the hut, but Mr. Wells touched his arm and held his finger to his lips. He whispered to Clark. "We must find *Lois* before these...these *scoundrels* make sure she *is* dead." Clark slowly turned around looking for signs of Lois in the area, but couldn't see any sign of movement anywhere. Then he heard it--a tiny whimper coming from about a quarter of a mile away, off to the left. He grabbed Wells and took off, straight up until he could see a woman on the ground in the direction of the sound. He flew as fast as he could in that direction and landed beside her. He would not have recognized her, if he hadn't known who she was. She had massive injuries to almost every part of her body and was covered in blood. Her shoulder was still bleeding from a bullet wound she must have received just minutes ago. He could see where someone had hit her on the head and the subsequent concussion. She was making the pitiful sounds of a mortally wounded animal. Oh, God! He was too late! Clark felt a sob rise in his throat. "You have to get her away from here, my boy. If *he* finds her, she might as well *be* dead." Clark was torn between the desire to get her to a hospital and fear of hurting or killing her in the process. "But, if I move her, she could die, or be permanently injured!" "If you *don't* move her, she *will* die." Mr. Wells flapped his hands, shooing Clark away. Gently, carefully, Clark lifted Lois into his arms. Slowly floating up he carried her higher and higher. Where to take her? She needed to be some place with good medical facilities, far from here and nowhere near Metropolis--where Tempus might be able to find her. He recollected that when he was in London he had learned about one hospital that specialized in post-trauma victims. He headed in that direction. He didn't know how to get her admitted and decided to leave it up to the hospital. He lay her gently on the porch floor and rang the doorbell before making a quick exit...a trick he had learned from the Jamieson twins in childhood. He didn't want any record of his part in this to be known, and help Tempus find her. He hovered several hundred feet over her stricken body to make sure she was taken care of. Several hours later, he was reassured by what the doctors were saying that Lois was to be admitted and her most severe wounds had already been taken care of. He was sure she would receive the best care possible. Now he had to get rid of that--that *monster*--Tempus. He headed back to the Congo to get Tempus before he could do any further damage. However, in the time he had been gone Tempus had removed all traces of his encampment and the clearing was much the same as it had looked when Clark had visited it in 1996. He found Mr. Wells hiding behind a tall tree and together they returned to Metropolis. It was late Metropolis time, the same evening in 1997, when they got back. Clark was thankful that Tempus was now in jail in the other dimension. Unless Tempus had taken advantage of the time window to interfere again with *his* Lois' life, Lois should now be traceable. After four years she would have been discharged >from the Sutcliffe hospital but, hopefully, Clark would be able to follow up on her life from there. It would be another three hours before he could call the administration office of the hospital in London to find out where Lois was after all this time. He stripped off the clothes covered in Lois' blood, threw them in the washer, took another shower, and went to bed. With a major search for Lois in front of him, he figured he'd need all the rest he could get. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:42:49 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 10 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Metropolis, New Troy -- April, 1997 *********************************** "I'm sorry. We have never had anyone by that name in our facility." Clark could hear the clipped accents through the static in the overseas connection. "I'm pretty sure that Ms. Lane was admitted to your hospital late in April, 1993. She may have been using another name." "April, 1993?" There was a brief pause. "Could you describe Ms. Lane? We do have a patient that was admitted at that time. She isn't using that name, however." Clark was puzzled, after four years was it likely that Lois would still be there? He swallowed. Had she been even more badly injured than he had thought? He replied to the question, "Tall, brown eyes, brunette, slender." "That *does* sound like our patient." Clark sat on the edge of his chair, undecided whether he wanted to know that this patient was Lois, or not. "What name is she using?" "Joan Dough...d-o-u-g-h. She says she's from Venus, Nebraska." Clark closed his eyes. One part of him was relieved, another was apprehensive. "Ms. Lane used that name and place as her cover in a story she did for the Daily Planet about ten years ago. She must be using it again." "Mr. Kent...could you come here and see Joan Dough?" There was a strange quality to the woman's voice, as if she were holding back some vital information, which made Clark even more nervous. "Yes. I could do that. Why?" "The woman who calls herself Joan Dough has no memory of anything prior to her arrival with us. If she *is* Lois Lane, then your news could be very instrumental in her recovery." "Lois has amnesia?" It was almost a relief to hear that. Surely, loving care in familiar surroundings could cure that? "We're not sure yet if she is Lois Lane. I'm hoping that you can shed some light on that." "Definitely!" It took all the control he had to prevent himself >from immediately changing into Superman and flying to London this instant, to finish this conversation. "Oh, and Mr. Kent..." "Yes?" Clark was anxious to hang up and just *get* there. "Please come dressed as Clark Kent. Joan Dough has something of a phobia about Superman. We wouldn't want to add to her distress...would we?" ***** London, England -- April, 1997 ****************************** Clark saw the psychiatrist in charge of Joan Dough's case. The tall, tanned man stood as Clark entered and extended his hand. "I'm Dr. Mamba. I'm so happy to make your acquaintance. Please. Sit down." Clark sat and began the explanation he had developed about why he was looking for Lois Lane in this hospital. The Daily Planet had thought that Lois Lane had been killed in the Congo, but a rumour had come through one of their more reliable sources saying that a woman who looked remarkably like Lois Lane had been seen in the Sutcliffe Hospital for Post-Traumatic Stress in London. Since the woman under discussion was using one of Lois Lane's former aliases, Clark was here to determine if the rumour was true. Dr. Mamba nodded understandingly. "Do you have a picture of Ms. Lane?" Clark produced the Planet's byline photo, taken just shortly before she disappeared in 1993. Dr. Mamba studied the photograph. "Yes. It certainly looks a lot like Joan Dough. Perhaps you should meet her and ask her some questions." The doctor stood up. "I should warn you however that the patient does not remember any of the events in her life prior to arriving at this facility. Any attempts to force her to remember produce severe and overwhelming headaches. I'll go with you, just in case she has another of these attacks." Clark, escorted by Dr. Mamba, walked through the patient lounge, through the french doors and out into the gardens behind the hospital building. He saw her almost at once. She was sitting in a garden chair intent on the crochet square she was creating. Clark, apprehensive about how she might react to him, adjusted his glasses and walked slowly up beside her. He studied her intently. He could see minor differences from the other Lois. The woman in front of him had a small scar just above the hair line on the right-hand side of her head. No-one else would have been able to see it. For the most part, it was if he were seeing Lois' identical twin...the same, but different. She didn't seem to be aware that he was there. He coughed quietly and said, "Hello." Lois looked up at him--puzzled. "Do I know you?" "No. We've never met before." Clark's breath almost stopped as she smiled, radiantly, up at him. "Oh, I'm so glad. I spend so much of my time worrying about whether or not I should know someone. Not that I meet that many new people, of course. And, even if I did they probably weren't >from my old life. Anyway, it's still nice to know I don't have to even try to remember." Her smile widened even more. "I'm babbling, aren't I?" Clark smiled in return, his initial apprehension forgotten in the warmth of her smile. "I like your babbling. It's nice." He gazed into her eyes, feeling himself drawn to her. Dr. Mamba interrupted their conversation, "Mr. Kent is here because he thinks perhaps you used to work for the newspaper he works for." "Really?" Lois looked less happy, but not exactly unhappy--wary might have been the right description for her expression. "Yes. The Daily Planet. I'm Clark Kent, and...." Lois clutched her head and screamed in pain. She struggled out of the chair and tried to run away from them. Clark stared at her, dismayed at her reaction. "Lois...what...." He caught up to her and tried to stop her from running into a prickly, low-lying hedge. His touch seemed to increase her agony beyond bearing and she fell unconscious into his arms. "I'm sorry, Mr. Kent. I had *no* idea she would react this violently to remembering your newspaper. She has only ever had this strong a reaction to seeing Superman on television." "There doesn't seem to be any logical connection between the two. How could you know that she would react like this?" Clark cradled Lois in his arms and carried her back into the patient lounge to lay her on one of the sofas there. His heart pounding, he x-rayed her head to see if there was anything he could identify as the cause of her pain. He was looking for broken bone, or pieces of whatever Tempus' cohorts had used to bludgeon her with. He didn't see either of those, but he did notice something else that should not have been there. That rotten, miserable *bastard*! How *dare* he! Clark swallowed his venom, he had to get this thing out of Lois, *now*. "Dr. Mamba, do you have any small forceps handy?" The doctor looked puzzled, but went into the nearby nursing station to bring back a pair of forceps. Clark gently pulled Lois' jaw down so that her mouth opened wide. He reached in and pulled a piece of metal from her back molar. "What on earth are you doing? Why are you pulling out one of her fillings?" "It's not a filling. If you look at this under a powerful microscope I think you'll find a highly sophisticated mechanism." "Mechanism for what?" Dr. Mamba held the forceps close to his eyes, perhaps hoping that he could see what Clark was seeing. "Mind control. The person I think is responsible for Ms. Lane's abduction and injuries is a master of mind control." Clark indicated the tiny piece of metal held by the forceps. "This is just the kind of thing he loves to use." Lois moaned and stirred. "What happened?" ***** London, England -- April, 1997 ****************************** She was feeling totally disoriented. She felt like she had collapsed from another one of her devastating headaches. But, something was different this time. Also, when she opened her eyes she was looking into the most beautiful brown eyes of the most gorgeous man she could ever remember seeing. She closed her eyes again. She must be dreaming. People who looked like that did not just appear out of nowhere. A soft, anxious voice asked, "Are you okay?" She opened her eyes. The beautiful man was still there. He looked at her with a concerned expression. She wanted to stroke the distress from his face. "I--I'm fine." She struggled to sit up. "What happened?" The man put his strong arm around her to support her as she moved into a sitting position. "You became sick when I mentioned where I work." She was feeling a little lightheaded and was hoping she wouldn't do anything silly--like faint again. "I don't...I don't think I understand." She put a trembling hand to her forehead, hoping that the disorientation and wobbliness would go away soon. She felt *his* arm tighten his hold on her, as if he knew exactly how unsteady she felt. Dr. Mamba began to ask her his standard questions. The ones he always asked after one of her attacks. "How many fingers am I holding up?" "Two." She felt exasperated. He *always* held up two fingers. "What is the last thing you remember?" "There was a man. He tied me up." She paused as she remembered his gloating face. "He was *evil*!" "What was his name?" "He said they called him 'Tempus', but I could call him 'John Doe'." The beautiful man exhaled sharply. Dr. Mamba asked, "What is *your* name?" "Lois Lane." "Where are you from?" "Metropolis, New Troy." "Where are you now?" Lois paused before answering, "I don't know." "What is today's date?" "I--I--don't exactly know." "What year is it?" "1993." The beautiful man covered his mouth with the hand that wasn't holding her, closed his eyes and seemed to be having trouble breathing. He seemed almost relieved about what she had said. Puzzled by his reaction, Lois asked, "Is something wrong?" Dr. Mamba coughed gently. "You've been having trouble remembering some of the details you just outlined. We're glad that you can remember again." "You mean I lost my memory?" "Yes." Dr. Mamba nodded his head towards the beautiful man. "Mr. Kent came to see if you were the Lois Lane that went missing from the Daily Planet a while back." At the mention of the Daily Planet, she could see the busy newsroom in her head. "I remember--I think--working at the Daily Planet. There was some story that Perry warned me was dangerous. I guess it was." The snapshot image she had pictured was all there was. She couldn't remember anything else about the Daily Planet. It was as if her memory was a sieve. Some things stayed and others just slid right through. "I remember flying to the Congo...and then that awful man, but that's all." She looked up into the face of the beautiful stranger. "I don't remember *you* being at the Daily Planet. How long have you been working there?" Mr. Kent spoke again. "I arrived after you left for the Congo. It's been..." He looked at Dr. Mamba, who gave a slight nod. "It's been four years since you disappeared." "Four *years*!? That's impossible! It can't be!" Lois felt afraid. It *couldn't* be four years. It only seemed like yesterday since she had been facing Tempus and his threats. She felt Mr. Kent's gentle hold tighten reassuringly. "I'm sorry to break it to you like this, but it *has* been four years since you disappeared." Lois looked from Mr. Kent's face to Dr. Mamba's. She could see the truth in their eyes. She had been here four years. She shut her eyes against the implications. ***** London, England -- April, 1997 ****************************** A nurse had assisted Lois to her room to rest. Dr. Mamba consulted with his research staff and confirmed that the tiny mechanism that Clark had taken from Lois' mouth had some kind of subliminal messaging system. They were working on discovering exactly what the subliminal messages had said. Dr. Mamba asked Clark to come to his office and answer a few questions. "What made you realize that this...this *thing* could be some kind of mind control device?" "I just recently helped someone in another dimension find and break down one of Tempus' other mind control devices. With that one, he used the phone system to control the minds of an entire continent. This seemed like a similar, somewhat smaller device, set to specifically control Ms. Lane's reactions...particularly to any name or memory that would allow her to recover." "He could *do* that?" "Dr. Mamba, Tempus used that other device to get a whole continent to distrust the Amish because they didn't use phones. He couldn't control the Amish, so he controlled the rest of the population." "That's *terrible*." Dr. Mamba took out a handkerchief and wiped his forehead. "But, why did Ms. Lane react so violently to Superman? She didn't even know who that was! You didn't arrive on the scene until *after* she left for the Congo." "My guess is that Tempus wanted to make sure that Ms. Lane would never meet Superman. He seems to believe that Superman and Lois Lane are a deadly combination for him. As a result, I'm sure he took special delight in making sure that she would have an adverse reaction to me, if by some miracle she survived the torture he had put her through." Dr. Mamba speculated some more on the potential damage the device might have done to Lois Lane. She would need care and familiar surroundings to counteract its effect. Dr. Mamba said he would look into getting Lois Lane transferred to Metropolis so she would be close to family and former friends. He had the names of several doctors who were particularly good in this kind of case. By this time, it was mid-afternoon and Clark had to get back to the Planet and bring Mr. Olsen up to date on this latest development. If he hurried he would be back in time for the morning newsroom meeting in Metropolis. Before Clark left Dr. Mamba's office he asked that Dr. Mamba keep him informed of Lois' progress. He would come and pick her up as soon as she was capable of travelling. ***** ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:42:26 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 12 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" He desperately wanted to cradle her in his arms and erase her pain. "Are you all right?" Lois swallowed and nodded. "I was trying to remember what Tempus told me. I had a memory flash for a second... then it was gone. That happens sometimes." "Do you remember what the flash was about?" Lois shook her head. Her colour was coming back. "Not really. I heard a voice, I think it was Tempus', say something about 'its inhabitants called it simply Earth.' There's nothing else. It makes no sense. It's kind of like there's this flash of light and then I'm back in the dark again. I'm sorry. You hadn't finished your story. Please, go on." She smiled tentatively. Clark was startled. "My Kryptonian father said something like that. I can only assume Tempus was quoting him and that's what you remember." Lois was still looking fragile, and he didn't want to trigger any more memories that might cause her pain. In his mind's eye, he kept seeing the image of her lying, whimpering on the jungle floor, covered in blood and close to death's door. Maybe, if he hadn't moved her, she wouldn't have lost her memory. If he'd only paid closer attention he could have found Tempus' mind-control device back when he found her and she wouldn't have had that pain for four years. It was all his fault she was suffering now. He should have been more careful! He didn't want to go on with his life story. All that was left to tell was his relationship with Lana and how he'd found Lois in the Congo. There was no point in dwelling on the painful parts of his own life, or the details of how Lois was found. It would only add to her pain. He finally said, "What I've related so far is pretty much all there is to tell. The rest is just details. You should rest." He looked at her anxiously. "Can I get you anything?" "No, I'll be fine. Really." She was looking a great deal better but had obviously not yet fully recovered from whatever pain she had felt. Still concerned, Clark asked, "Do you still get the headaches when you try to remember?" "Not exactly. I feel kind of disoriented sometimes, but I don't get the headaches any more. Dr. Mamba says the pain I feel now happens because I've been trained to feel pain, whenever I try to remember, for four years. He tells me that eventually I'll learn that remembering doesn't really trigger any pain." She took a deep breath. "He also said that Tempus gave me those headaches because he didn't want me to meet Superman...you! "I'm pretty sure that's true. Tempus is very good at getting what he wants. If he doesn't want something to happen he'll do pretty much *anything* to prevent it." Clark took a deep breath. "Meeting me could put you in more danger. Does that bother you?" "I don't know." She looked up into his eyes and studied him thoughtfully, making his heart flutter again. "I don't think so. Dr. Mamba said that Tempus was in jail, so I think I should be okay." Clark thought 'Well, at least until the next time he escapes,' but decided not to express this concern out loud. Instead he chose to change the subject. "Are you planning to come back and work at the Planet?" Lois shrugged. "I don't know yet. It's been four years. I'm not sure I have what it takes any more." "Oh, I'm sure you do! The way Perry White talks, you could walk on water and get the exclusive on the most confidential story at the same time." He smiled at her. Lois smiled back which sent his heart soaring. "Maybe, back then, I could." Her expression changed to pensive. "Now, I'm not sure I can." Clark took her hand in his and squeezed it reassuringly. "I'm sure you will be the kind of reporter I've heard stories about, again. It just takes time." Lois nodded. She was staring at their clasped hands. Clark swallowed. Maybe he'd been too bold? He started to loosen his hold on her hand. "Am I hurting you? Sometimes, I don't know my own strength." "Oh, no. It's not that. I... I... just wasn't sure if you were holding it to comfort me...or you." Clark opened his mouth to ask how she had known, just as the steward came to collect the remnants of their dinner and ask if they wanted ear phones for the movie. Lois shook her head. "I think I'll try to get some rest." A few moments later the steward came back with a pillow and blanket for Lois, and ear phones for Clark. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- April, 1997 *********************************** Clark helped Lois to descend from the plane and ushered her through customs and immigration, using her medical transfer documents to facilitate the process. "Clark! I'm not *that* sick. You don't have to treat me like I'm an invalid." Lois was standing next to a wheelchair with her arms folded, looking peeved to say the least. "Dr. Mamba entrusted your transfer to me. I'm obligated to make sure that you get to meet your new psychiatrist, Dr. Friskin, in at least the same shape as Dr. Mamba last saw you." "But this is *ridiculous*!" She slapped the wheelchair the airline had insisted he use to transport her through the airport. "I can't *remember* some things. I am *not* about to collapse." "I know that...and *you* know that, but the airline is afraid of getting sued. Just hang in there until you've been discharged into your parents' custody." "Discharged? What are you *talking* about?" Clark sighed. He should have told her all about this on the plane, but they'd been too busy covering his life story and then she hadn't been feeling well, and in the meantime he'd forgotten about telling her. "You have to be discharged from Metropolis General Hospital before you can move in with your parents. You're basically being transferred from Sutcliffe Hospital to Metropolis General...then, once you leave Metropolis General, you can stay with your parents." "And, how long was it going to be before you told me all about this?" He hadn't thought she would get this upset. She must be really tired, despite her attempt to rest on the plane. He should have remembered she was still unwell. "I was going to tell you on the plane, but you seemed more interested in my life story." "Oh, sure, blame me and my curiosity." Lois sounded miffed as she waved her hands in obvious frustration. "I wasn't blaming you...honest. I just didn't get a chance to bring the subject up." She was looking at him...as if she were deciding exactly how she was going to dismember him--piece by piece. Lois' shoulders relaxed. "Okay, I guess I did monopolize the conversation with questions about your life...but you should have tried harder to tell me what I really needed to know." She pursed her lips and seemed to be thinking about the situation at hand. "So what else should I know before I blow my stack at you again?" He breathed a sigh of relief. "Because we're getting in so late, you're going to have to stay in the hospital overnight. Dr. Friskin will see you in the morning, and then you can go home with your parents." "Oh, great. Just what I wanted...another night in a hospital." Lois sank down into the wheelchair. Clark decided to take advantage of the fact that she was seated in the wheelchair and stepped around the back of the chair, taking hold of the handles. "You could try to look on the positive side--you'll be over jet lag before you have to reintroduce yourself to your parents." Lois looked up at him over her left shoulder. "Thanks, Clark. You're right. I need to be reminded about those things every once in a while." She sighed. "You know, I don't even remember my parents. Isn't that awful?" "You're getting a chance most of us don't get more than once in our lives." Clark remembered how it had felt to meet the older version of his parents. He hoped Lois would feel just like that when she met *hers* again. ***** Metropolis, New Troy -- May, 1997 *********************************** Clark had left her at the admitting station of the hospital. He'd helped her sign in and just as the duty nurse was explaining that he could *not* escort Lois to her room, she didn't care *who* he was, Lois saw him tilt his head as if he heard something she couldn't hear and then excused himself. Superman must have been needed somewhere. Now she was admitted to the observation ward and was in bed. She had been so tired when they got off the plane, she could have sworn she wouldn't have had any trouble sleeping. But, now that she was in bed, her tiredness had evaporated and she was just bored, waiting for lights-out. Maybe once the room was in darkness she'd be able to relax and get some sleep. She was killing the time until lights-out by watching television. She had been flipping through the channels on the TV hanging over her hospital bed, hoping to find something of interest to keep her mind occupied. She didn't want to just lie there with only her own thoughts. Her mind had a disturbing tendency to dwell on a mild-mannered man in glasses. She had stopped on a channel waiting until the commercials were over to find out what was on, before she skipped on to the next channel. The show came on, finally. It was some kind of talk show and she was about to flip channels again when she heard her own name. The bleach blond being interviewed said, "I blame Lois Lane for all of this. If it hadn't been for *her*, we would have been married and living a happy life together. Smallville would be a sleepy backwoods town and the media zoo we have all been going through would *not* be happening." Lois gaped at the screen. She was *sure* she had never seen this woman before, never met her, never done *anything* to her. Had she? What the *heck* was this woman talking about? "Lana...can I call you Lana?" The woman nodded. "We all know how much he meant to you. Why do you think he rejected you in the end?" "It was *her*! He was obsessed with *her*. I'm sure of it. I don't know what she did to him, but overnight she had him under her spell. He had *me* and yet he refused to follow through with the wedding after he had met *her*. Now he's brought her back >from her European hideaway. He's bewitched. What else could it be?" Any doubts Lois had entertained that this might be about another woman named Lois Lane evaporated at the mention of the return from Europe. They *had* to be talking about *her*. She gaped at the screen, trying to understand just exactly what was going on. The TV host nodded sympathetically. "So now that she's once again back in Metropolis, what do you plan to do?" "Fight. I plan to fight. I have no intention of letting her get away with this a second time." The woman crossed her arms and set her chin, as if determined to not budge on this issue. "And all that talk about amnesia and her being lost in the Congo is just a smoke-screen for what *really* happened. I mean, really! What kind of story is *that*?" The channel broke for yet another commercial, saying to stay tuned, there was more with Larry Kidsign and his guest, after these few words from his sponsors. Lois stared at the tiny television screen. What on earth was this woman *talking* about? Why was this woman blaming *her* for her spoiled wedding? Lois was at a loss. The woman must be talking about Clark. She had mentioned Smallville in her list of complaints. Clark Kent had spoken of growing up in Smallville during the recitation of his life story. He'd briefly mentioned a childhood friend, but Lois didn't remember him giving a name to the friend, and this woman certainly wasn't a friend by Lois' definition. So that couldn't be who she was. Could this woman have been Clark's *fiancee*? It seemed unlikely, she didn't seem to be his type, but why else would that... that...*woman* be on a talk show? Lois had seen what kind of celebrity status Superman had. His ex-fiancee would be news with a capital N! On the other hand, why was this woman linking her broken wedding plans with Lois Lane? Clark had said he had met a Lois Lane from another dimension. Could *that* be the Lois Lane this woman was talking about? Hopefully, things would be clearer in the next part of the interview. The commercials were almost finished when suddenly the lights in the hospital dimmed and the television shut off. It was lights- out time, and there was no way that Lois was going to be able to watch the rest of this interview. She pounded her pillow in frustration. Lois tossed and turned for the next hour, the woman's invective against her running round and round in her head. She was pretty sure that she did not know this woman. There was not even a smidgen of a hint of recognition in her mind. She *had* to be talking about that other Lois Lane...but why had that woman talked about herself being brought back from Europe by Clark? It was all so puzzling. Lois finally fell asleep--still wondering why Clark Kent had not mentioned his relationship with this woman, Lana, in his narration of his life story. ***** ....to be continued in "Only You: Reality" Last revised: November 16, 1998 ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 21:42:36 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 11 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" London, England -- May, 1997 ****************************** Less than a week later, Lois was packed and waiting for Clark Kent to pick her up for the flight back to Metropolis. During the intervening week, she had gone through a battery of medical checks. She was declared medically sound and to her relief she found she was now able to watch news programs all the way through. Dr. Mamba had told her the reason for her attacks. Apparently, Tempus had been trying to keep her and Superman from meeting. Neither of them really understood why. As she watched the news on TV with renewed interest, she saw Superman putting out fires, stopping floods and appearing at children's charity functions. She wondered why Tempus would have prevented them from meeting. What possible significance could her writing a story about this man in tights have that would make Tempus go to all this trouble? She wished she could remember more of that awful conversation with Tempus. It might give her the answer to this conundrum. Despite the fact that she was medically fit, her memory was *still* intermittent. She remembered some things prior to her arrival at the hospital, and most of the ones after her arrival, except for the periods immediately surrounding her attacks. However, often the memories were jumbled and she was having trouble coping with the confusion this created. Also, she was still experiencing pain whenever she made an effort to remember. Dr. Mamba told her that this was only to be expected, since she had been conditioned to feel pain whenever she tried to remember for four years. In Dr. Mamba's judgement, being in Metropolis with her family, and familiar surroundings would help her jumbled memories. Her conditioned response to feel pain for remembering should lessen over time, with the right therapy. As a result, he was referring her to Dr. Friskin in Metropolis for follow-up treatment. She came out of her reverie as Clark Kent arrived to pick her up. It had surprised her he was still in London. He must have been on a story here for the past week. She wondered who would have escorted her if she had taken longer to be ready to travel. She gave a mental shrug, probably whoever the Daily Planet had in London at that time. He smiled, said, "Hello" and took her luggage to the cab. He made sure that she was settled and comfortable before getting into the cab himself. She was grateful for his consideration. This was her first trip outside the hospital in years. The whole thing was kind of daunting. As the journey progressed, Lois became more and more puzzled. The cab driver kept looking back at them with an amazed look on his face...as if he couldn't believe they were there. At the airport, Lois found that their way was being cleared for them...as if they were some kind of VIP entourage. Perplexed, she looked at the mild-mannered man beside her. Who *was* this man that he got this kind of service from people? As they boarded the plane, Lois was baffled by a comment from the flight attendant about Mr. Kent not normally flying with them. She would have assumed he normally flew with another airline, but how could the flight attendant know that? She was even more puzzled by his response. "Ms. Lane's doctor advised that she travel *this* way to safeguard her health." What difference did it make which airline she took? When they were seated, in first class, Lois asked him for an explanation. He shrugged and said, "Dr. Mamba said you should fly this way." "Why did she say you don't normally fly like this?" He smiled at her and said, "I haven't flown commercially in years." While he dressed nicely, she thought, he didn't look wealthy enough to have a private jet. She wondered what he meant. The Daily Planet didn't send their reporters to stories by company jet, at least not that she remembered when *she* worked there. However, before she could interrogate him further, the pinging sounded signalled the flight attendants to get to their stations. The standard safety instructions were given, via a video screen hanging just over the seat in front of her, as the plane taxied down the runway and took off. As soon as the seatbelt sign had extinguished, a little girl in a blue organza dress ran up to Clark Kent and asked him for his autograph...saying "You're *him*...You're *him*!" over and over, under her breath while he wrote his name on the napkin she held out to him. "What was *that* all about?" Lois asked after the child had skipped back down the aisle to her grandparents. He just shrugged and reached for the magazine in front of him. Lois put her hand on his to get his attention. "Mr. Kent, I want to know. What's going on? We've been treated like VIPs, or movie stars, ever since we got in the taxi. Why?" "Clark! Please, call me Clark." "Okay...Clark...but I still want to know why!" "Well, I guess Mr. Olsen figured that you were injured on an approved assignment...and... he's afraid you'll sue the socks off him, so he's giving you a first class trip home." He looked at her nervously, as if he were hoping she wouldn't press for more information. Well, he didn't know Lois Lane if he thought *that*! "What about the flight attendant and the little girl...they both seem to think you're some kind of...I don't know...some kind of *celebrity*. What's that all about?" To Lois' astonishment, he was blushing. "I'm...I'm a little different. I thought...I thought you knew." "Different, what kind of different?" She paused for a second, trying to figure out what he could possibly mean. "Don't tell me you're gay...why is it all the great looking men are always...." She stopped when he took her fingers in his hand. "I'm not *that* kind of different." She now saw anxiety in his eyes. What was he afraid of? It was as if he were wary of telling her *how* different he really was. "What kind of different are you?" She saw him take a deep breath before opening his mouth to answer her. Then he looked as if he heard something she couldn't hear. And then he was *gone*! One second he was toying with her fingers and then he just simply wasn't in the seat beside her. Seconds later Lois heard and felt the compression of an explosion. And then he was there in the seat beside her, readjusting his tie and his glasses. Lois blinked. What on earth! Had he really disappeared, or was this a new side-effect from her head injury? Before she could ask him, the captain's voice came over the public address system asking everyone to remain calm. There had been a minor accident with some oxygen tanks in the cargo hold which had been averted by the quick intervention of Superman. There would be no need to return to London after this mishap, they would continue on to Metropolis because they were in Superman's capable hands. Before Lois could even raise herself up to see where this phenomenon was located, the people sitting across the aisle reached over and shook Clark Kent's hand, thanking him profusely. There was general applause around the plane. Lois' brain clicked and whirred as she put the pieces together--the awe of the people they had met, the *not* flying by commercial airline, his sudden disappearing act. She finally understood. "Oh, *that* kind of different." He looked at her, uneasily. "Does it bother you?" Lois shook her head, "I guess I wasn't too bright. I should have seen the resemblance. I just wasn't expecting a mild-mannered guy like you, wearing glasses, to be *Superman*!" "That's what the other Lois said." Not *another* conundrum! Why did everyone around here talk in riddles? Why couldn't anyone just come out with the straight story? "Other Lois?" "It's a long story." Again, he reached for the magazine. "We have several hours to kill until we get to Metropolis. Why don't you fill me in?" ***** Clark took a deep breath. "Okay." He paused, trying to gather his thoughts. "There are apparently parallel dimensions where each of us lives and has a counterpart in the other realm. Last year the Lois Lane from the other dimension came to visit this one and taught me how to be Superman." "You've been Superman for only a year?" Lois looked at him with wide eyes. "I kind of remember...last April...a story on LNN about a man in tights swallowing a bomb." Clark blushed. "That was me." "Yeah, I guess it would be. Too bad I couldn't stay conscious long enough to figure it out." Clark gently squeezed her hand. "It's okay, you know now." Lois nodded. "But, if you've only been Superman since last spring, what were you before that? Where do you come from? What kind of childhood did you have? You did *have* a childhood, didn't you?" Clark grinned. She was in full babble mode. "Yes, I had a childhood." He smiled reminiscently. "Up until I was ten, I had a really nice childhood. We lived on a farm just outside of Smallville, Kansas and my Mom would bake the *best* cookies and breads. Dad would take time out from his chores to build me a tree house, teach me to fish, and play ball with me. Then my parents were killed in a car crash and everything changed." Clark paused to take a breath. "Oh, Clark! I'm so sorry. Who raised you after that?" Lois touched the back of his hand, gently. She had a concerned look in her eyes. Clark swallowed. The touch of her hand was so distracting. It was hard to stay focussed. "I was kind of passed around from one foster home to another. My parent's relatives didn't want to take me because they thought I was the illegitimate child of a cousin. I don't know what they would have done if they'd known I was found in a field." Lois' eyebrows rose to her hairline. "A field?" Clark gave her a lop-sided grin. "Yeah, the spaceship I came to Earth in crash-landed in Shuster's field near my parents' farm. My parents found me as a baby, there. My other--birth--parents had sent me to Earth to escape the destruction of Krypton." "Krypton?" "Uh, huh. I come from a planet called Krypton. It exploded right after I left. I don't know why." "How do you know all this? You were just a baby when you landed on Earth." "My birth parents left me a message, in a globe I found a few years ago. My Mom and Dad thought I was about six months old when they found me in May 1966. They told everyone my birth-date was at the end of February." "That doesn't add up. February to May would only be three months." Clark shrugged. "I know, but amazingly enough, no-one ever noticed that at the time. I guess they just figured it was all part of the hush-hush surrounding my supposed illegitimate birth." Lois grinned wickedly up at him, making his heart do another flip- flop. "Yeah, it's amazing what whoppers people will swallow if they're preconditioned to believe them." The steward came to ask if they wanted aperitifs before dinner. They ordered and Clark opened his mouth to continue. "Anyway, Mom and Dad were the best possible parents I could have had. I started doing these Special things and they somehow dealt with the difficulties and tried to let me know I was okay." Clark swallowed. "Then they were gone." The wine arrived and Clark sat quietly remembering the good parts of his childhood while he sipped his drink. Lois interrupted his reverie. "What kinds of Special things can you do? Besides fly, I mean. I've seen you fly, on television." "I didn't learn to fly until quite late. While my parents were alive I was able to make fire with my eyes, hear things they didn't want me to hear, and see at a distance. Most of my skills didn't develop until I was in my teens. My invulnerability was starting to become evident, just before they were killed. The first problem I had right after they died was with my hair. I couldn't go to a barber because it needed garden shears to even make a dent in it. I didn't know what to do, but finally figured out a solution." "What was that?" "I used my eyes and a mirror to sear off the ends of my hair. It worked really well. I still do it pretty much the same way." She smiled. "I'd like to see you do that, sometime." "I don't have to do it very often. My hair grows quite slowly." Lois mulled this over as she sipped her white wine, and then moved on to her next question. "How did you cope with being Special after your parents died? You couldn't tell anyone...or, could you?" "At first I tried to go it alone, then I told one childhood friend." He sipped his wine. "It was a mixed blessing." "It must have been nice to have someone to talk over your problems with." Clark nodded glumly. Should he go into the whole fiasco with Lana, or not? "Yes, but then there were *two* people to worry about what might happen if anyone else found out, and we kind of fed on each other's fears." The stewardess stood beside Clark and asked the two of them, "Would you like Filet Mignon, or Grilled Salmon Steaks?" Almost together they both said, "Salmon." Lois choked back a laugh and Clark grinned back at her. The stewardess moved on and Clark asked, "Where was I?" "Playing worry-wart with your school friend." "Oh, right. Anyway, as I grew older I got better at hiding the Special things I could do, I went to Journalism School at KU and after I graduated I travelled the world. I moved to Metropolis just after you disappeared." He paused while dinner was placed on trays in front of each of them. Once the steward had moved on to the next passenger, Clark continued his story. "Last year the Lois Lane from the other dimension was kidnapped by Tempus and brought to our world. She showed me how to use my Special skills openly and had hoped to help me have a secret identity. She said that no-one would recognize me, wearing glasses, as Superman--but that didn't work out. I've been Superman for the past year and, thanks to Tempus and his television studio bomb, everyone knows I'm also Clark Kent. Then I was able to find you...." Clark looked at the woman sitting beside him. She was extremely pale and was holding her forehead as if in pain. ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 22:13:07 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: -Audrey Howard Subject: Re: S6 Premiering November 22, 1998! (PROMO) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALRIGHT!!!!! Bring the sixth season on!!!!! WOHOOO! :c) -Audrey (Moped12646@aol.com) ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 16 Nov 1998 23:26:57 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melissa Day Hall Subject: Alternate Clark Fanfics Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Well, one of my favorite episodes is coming around again. Yes, it's the return of my favorite villain in : Tempus, Anyone? And I thought (at the instigation of nameless parties) that I'd post a list of the fanfics inspired by it. The story of the Alternate Clark and his search for 'his' Lois has been the source of inspiration for a number of wonderful fanfics: Always Something There To Remind Me by Zoomway Alt Shook Up by Georgia Walden Clark and Lois: The Alternate Adventures by Audrey Rempel Millions Miles Away by Pam Jernigan Nemesis by Georgia Walden Only You: If Only by Margaret Brignell (part 1 of If Only) Only You: Promise by Margaret Brignell (part 2 of If Only) Other Lois by Nicole Through the Looking Glass by Kathy Brown (an S5 episode) Two Become One (the first part is titled Then Came You) by Jeff Brogden (This one's from TUFS) Two, Each Their Own by Mercury All of these can be found at the archive at: http://lcfanfic.actwd.com/ In addition, Jennifer Eagan's When Alternate Worlds Collide Trilogy can be found at: http://members.aol.com/beth012400/jeagan.htm And the lastest part in the Only You saga, is of course, on Margaret's site at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ , if you missed any of the twelve parts that were just posted. :) I hope you have as much fun as I did reading all of these. Enjoy! Misha (mhall@sound.net) - - - - - "Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." -- Gene Fowler ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 13:48:26 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Reading Margaret's story (again) suddenly showed me the evidence of a plot. I don't know when exactly the switch occurred, but for the last half of the fourth season, Lois was living with Alt-Clark, and there's little telling where Our-Clark has gone to. The proof? Our-Clark always spun into his supersuit. Alt-Clark had the habit of stepping out of sight for an instant (like into a closet) to change. And in Family Hour, when Clark reveals his secret to Dr. Sam Lane, does he spin? no. He goes in the next room and comes back an instant later as Superman. Proof positive in my book that somewhere along the line, the two Clarks got switched (probably sometime after "Lois and Clarks") and either Lois doesn't know, or doesn't mind Does that fire up anyone's fanfic juices? Peace A FoLC Named Peace Lois & Clark fanfic and a personal love story http://www.geocities.com/TelevisionCity/Set/7137 ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 13:45:22 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 1:48 PM -0800 11/17/98, Peace Everett wrote: > >Proof positive in my book that somewhere along the >line, the two Clarks got switched (probably sometime >after "Lois and Clarks") and either Lois doesn't know, >or doesn't mind Bad, Peace! Bad, bad! >Does that fire up anyone's fanfic juices? Not mine. I would spend the whole time bawling my eyes out for poor Clark. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 14:36:41 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "B.B. Medos" Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >At 1:48 PM -0800 11/17/98, Peace Everett wrote: >Proof positive in my book that somewhere along the >line, the two Clarks got switched (probably sometime >after "Lois and Clarks") and either Lois doesn't know, >or doesn't mind Actually, I've always thought it was Lois that got switched. Somewhere around the beginning of Season Four. So, she doesn't mind at all that he's switched. Because . . . she went with him. They're both hiding out. Probably on an island somewhere. Waiting for something. Does it really matter what? (Of course, they do have to keep busy. You know how Lois gets when she's bored. But that's another story.) The real question then becomes . . . Who is the brunette bombshell with Alt-Clark? And does HE really want to find the answer?!? To any question. Just sign me, Anonymous ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 13:00:25 -0800 Reply-To: pebbles@result.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Audrey Rempel Subject: Re: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 12 of 12 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Margaret, ack!!! How could you? Please tell me that you are, at this very moment, writing the continuation to this wonderful, amazing, alt-clark story, and that it will be done *soon*! I cannot believe you ended it there! With Lois in the - and Lana on the - and Clark! Ack! Sorry for the incoherence, but really, I need continuation! I need closure! Audrey PS Thank for this releasing this part anyway, and I am eagerly anticipating the next! Hurry! ---Margaret Brignell wrote: > <> _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 16:25:40 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: -Audrey Howard Subject: Re: New Fanfic -- Only You: Recall -- Part 12 of 12 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit On 11/17/98 at 4:08:35 PM EST you wrote: >>>Margaret, ack!!! How could you? Please tell me that you are, at this very moment, writing the continuation to this wonderful, amazing, alt-clark story, and that it will be done *soon*! I cannot believe you ended it there! With Lois in the - and Lana on the - and Clark! Ack! Sorry for the incoherence, but really, I need continuation! I need closure! Audrey PS Thank for this releasing this part anyway, and I am eagerly anticipating the next! Hurry! >From another fan named Audrey, I agree! I need closure too!!!! Please hurry!!! -Audrey H. (Moped12646@aol.com) ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 13:48:53 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: julie slisz Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain >>Reading Margaret's story (again) suddenly showed me the evidence of a plot. I don't know when exactly the switch occurred, but for the last half of the fourth season, Lois was living with Alt-Clark, and there's little telling where Our-Clark has gone to. The proof? Our-Clark always spun into his supersuit. Alt-Clark had the habit of stepping out of sight for an instant (like into a closet) to change. And in Family Hour, when Clark reveals his secret to Dr. Sam Lane, does he spin? no. He goes in the next room and comes back an instant later as Superman. Proof positive in my book that somewhere along the line, the two Clarks got switched (probably sometime after "Lois and Clarks") and either Lois doesn't know, or doesn't mind Does that fire up anyone's fanfic juices?<< Ooooooohh...can you see the steam rising from Julie's ears? (this is when you picture steam rising from Julie's ears, hehe) I can just see it now, the real Clark wandering around in the alternate universe, wondering what the heck is going on, Lois at home, unaware of whats going on. I bet tempus had something to do with this didn't he? hehe, :D, wow, I can have lots of fun with this. Thats a great idea, I think I'll take up that challenge! But don't expect anything soon, or anything, because I'm a college student, and it may be a few days before I can start anything. But I bet you'll know what I'm doing up at 2 a.m. when I have no homework, hehe. Julie ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 16:28:52 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Raymond, Melody" Subject: Fanfic Search/Suggestion Comments: To: listserv-Indiana posts MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: multipart/mixed; boundary="---- =_NextPart_000_01BE1279.A7D763EA" This message is in MIME format. Since your mail reader does not understand this format, some or all of this message may not be legible. ------ =_NextPart_000_01BE1279.A7D763EA Content-Type: text/plain Hi everyone, Just wanted to let everyone know I have been enjoying reading all the recent fanfic and the list conversation. I have a question. Does anyone recall whether a fanfic or nfic was ever written on a continuation of the L&C episode "Church of Metropolis" where at the end Superman is dancing with Lois in the air and he closes the window with his breathe as if to indicate that he planned to stay awhile? I know there have been explanations about it, but what about a 'what if' story. If there has been one written what is the title and who wrote it? If there has not been one written then here's a suggestion for a fanfic or nfic - what might have happened? I have the same question and suggestion for the end of the episode of "Wall of Sound" where Superman admires her journalist awards and Lois keeps Superman a rose. Keep up the good writing. 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How often in front of Just Lois? Maybe it just hit Clark. HE'S GETTING UNDRESSED IN FRONT OF PEOPLE. Lois might like the idea. Clark might like the idea. Maybe theyre kinky that way. NFic idea here. Clark might have realized that he's getting undressed in front of strangers and friends. And that would be a no-no in polite Kansas society. budmayes@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 17:41:23 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: =?iso-8859-1?Q?J=EA=A7s?= Subject: Dean's cd Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" ok this might have been talked about before and if it has I'm sorry but.. ok today in school this guy announced to me (and the est of the class!) that DEAN CAIN was supposed to release a country music CD of some sort. can anyone fill me in on details please!? dean singing country will be um....INTERESTING! ps could this country singing have something to do with his realtionship with Mindy? pps who is the stud muffin dating now??? thanks! *************************************************** * Life's short ASK that guy to dance!!!!!!!!!!!!! * * even HIM! ;) * *************************************************** ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 16:30:07 -0700 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: DWL Subject: OT: Dean's Coup Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Greetings all, Apparently working with Drew Barrymore is good for your career. According to a gaming magazine that reports on SF/Fantasy/Adventure news, both Dougrey Scott (Ever After) and Dean have inked a deal to star opposite Tom Cruise in the sequal to Mission: Impossible. No other information was available. Just thought I'd let you know. Dave, Recovering from a Vulcan Neck Pinch. Ouch! ************************* Dave Lane laned@cadvision.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 17:36:20 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Elizabeth Eve Davis Organization: Mississippi State University Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit When did Dean work with Drew Barrymore? ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 18:35:34 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "R. Duncan" Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-9 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Wow. Three good looking men in one movie. Now THAT'S film making! Big Smile! R DWL wrote: > Greetings all, > > Apparently working with Drew Barrymore is good for your career. According > to a gaming magazine that reports on SF/Fantasy/Adventure news, both > Dougrey Scott (Ever After) and Dean have inked a deal to star opposite > Tom Cruise in the sequal to Mission: Impossible. No other information was > available. > > Just thought I'd let you know. > > Dave, > Recovering from a Vulcan Neck Pinch. Ouch! > ************************* > Dave Lane > laned@cadvision.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 18:55:28 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann E. McBride" Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Dean was in Best Men with Drew Barrymore. Unfortunately, the film had only a limited releease in Great Britain and Germany. Supposedly the critics liked it but it didn't do too well at the box office. Rumors are that it is coming straight to video in the US in March, 1999. ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 19:01:19 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Sheila Harper Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 05:36 PM 11/17/98 -0600, Elizabeth Eve Davis wrote: >When did Dean work with Drew Barrymore? > She was in "Best Men" with him, his movie that never had a US theatrical release but is supposed to be released on video in the next few months. Sheila sharper@cncc.cc.co.us ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 19:27:00 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Rebecca Barber-Torroll Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit But which Clark? Beckie/Rebecca ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 20:45:23 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Dean's cd In-Reply-To: <199811172241.RAA07559@Lazarus.Jonction.NET> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable At 5:41 PM -0500 11/17/98, J=EA=A7s wrote: >ok this might have been talked about before and if it has I'm sorry but.. o= k >today in school this guy announced to me (and the est of the class!) that >DEAN CAIN was supposed to release a country music CD of some sort. can >anyone fill me in on details please!? Tell the guy he has old (and incorrect) information. ;) There were a few reports about this, but they were considered by most (including Dean, I'm sure), to be a joke. Dean has said several times in interviews that he can't sing, although Mindy liked to mention in her own interviews that she always encouraged him to do so at home. Your fellow student might have gotten the wrong impression from the news articles that circulated after Dean and Mindy broke up this summer -- some of the reporters made the speculation that Dean's agent/PR people didn't want him "known as a country singer" or someone who only directed country music videos (since he directed 3 in pretty close succession, including 2 of Mindy's). So, no, Jess, you didn't miss any information -- your friend is incorrect. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 22:10:44 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-17 18:29:09 EST, laned@CADVISION.COM writes: << and Dean have inked a deal to star opposite Tom Cruise in the sequal to Mission: Impossible. >> does "opposite" mean he's the bad guy? --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 22:51:34 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Layney D." Subject: Tempus, Anyone? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Ok...someone tell me, again, why Tempus needed to create Superman in the alt. universe? He needed a powerful adversary to lay blame on...is that it? If that is true, why would he pick to create the one man he already knew he couldn't beat? Confused, Layney ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 22:09:05 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Re: Tempus, Anyone? In-Reply-To: <504e0d70.36524446@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:51 PM -0500 11/17/98, Layney D. wrote: >Ok...someone tell me, again, why Tempus needed to create Superman in the alt. >universe? He needed a powerful adversary to lay blame on...is that it? If >that is true, why would he pick to create the one man he already knew he >couldn't beat? He was counting on Lois creating Superman, so that Superman would become "the enemy" he'd been warning about in his campaign. The whole thing was one big set-up. As for why Clark -- he needed an alien; there weren't a lot of other choices. ;) And he did think he could beat Superman -- he had Kryptonite for just that reason. He won many times over -- he tormented Lois by making her watch this Clark die and trapping her permanently in the other world without her Clark, he got to defeat Superman *somewhere*, he got to become mayor (and one would assume use that as a stepping stone to more power), and he got the glee of knowing he carefully orchestrated the whole thing from the start. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 17 Nov 1998 23:21:24 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann H." Subject: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi all! Has anyone had a problem downloading stories from the archive using AOL 4.0 (Mac)? I have no problems with any story downloaded with AOL 3.0 (Mac). I download the story with AOL 3.0. I use TEX-Edit Plus to normalize the returns and fix the line length which helps reduce the number of pages. When I open stories downloaded with AOL 4.0 (Mac) they are a mess. There is no paragraphing. I get one long paragraph without any spacing or carriage returns. I noticed a pattern. Any story uploaded after 7/5/98 to the present comes out as one paragraph. The one story uploaded on 7/5/98 (holane.txt) is ok. The stories uploaded on 6/28/98 are mixed. Some come out ok and some don't. Any story that was uploaded on 6/21/98 or earlier comes out ok. I just downloaded Only You: Recall from Margaret Brignell's web site. [Great story Margaret. I hate "...to be continued." How could you? ;-) ] There was no problem. Apparently AOL 4.0 (Mac) likes Margaret's text files. :-) Anyone have any ideas? I'm wondering if there was some kind of change made in the way files were uploaded to the archive or some difference between earlier and later uploads. Some difference that AOL 4.0 (Mac) doesn't like. :-( AOL has not been able to help. They tell me they have not encountered any such problems downloading text files with AOL 4.0 (Mac). Unfortunately, this is just one problem among many I have had with AOL 4.0. Thank you for any advice that you might offer. Ann Who is going to scream if she sees one more time at the end of another useless help message from AOL 4.0. ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 00:29:42 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Lynda D. Love" Subject: Re: Looking for fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Looking for a fanfic, Christina asked: >-1) A fanfic where Clark lets it slip or tells Lois that he is Superman >during Lois's "I would love you if you were an ordinary man leading an >ordinary life." speech. Well, one of them might be mine. It's called 'Two Roses' and uses the above dialogue in the revelation scene. Lynda Lynda D. Love Rxiris@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 03:38:47 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable > At 1:48 PM -0800 11/17/98, Peace Everett wrote: > >Proof positive in my book that somewhere along the > >line, the two Clarks got switched (probably sometime > >after "Lois and Clarks") and either Lois doesn't know, > >or doesn't mind and KathyB replied: > Bad, Peace! Bad, bad! Hey, I call'm like I see'm > >Does that fire up anyone's fanfic juices? > Not mine. I would spend the whole time bawling my eyes out > for poor Clark. Well, it looks like Julie's taken it up, so you're off the hook... for now Julie, I look forward to seeing what you come up with :) Peace ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 06:58:10 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Tempus, Anyone? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-17 23:13:47 EST, kathyb@FGI.NET writes: << He was counting on Lois creating Superman, so that Superman would become "the enemy" he'd been warning about in his campaign. The whole thing was one big set-up. As for why Clark -- he needed an alien; there weren't a lot of other choices. ;) And he did think he could beat Superman -- he had Kryptonite for just that reason. He won many times over -- he tormented Lois by making her watch this Clark die and trapping her permanently in the other world without her Clark, he got to defeat Superman *somewhere*, he got to become mayor (and one would assume use that as a stepping stone to more power), and he got the glee of knowing he carefully orchestrated the whole thing from the start. >> And what he wanted most--so he said--was a world without Superman that he could dominate. So by setting up the creation of a Superman where there wasn't one he was able to turn the population against Superman (well, he tried, anyway) and get rid of both any future possibility of Clark becoming Superman and Lois, too. He was controlling the events so that he could plan ahead and come out winning. After all he was a villain with a plan . --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 08:41:44 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: S6 Premiering November 22, 1998! (PROMO) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Kathy. Thank you so much for the birthday present - only 1 day late - I can hardly believe it this sure beats just about anything else. I'll be there Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 08:41:45 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I read most and there isn't a one that I didn't enjoy. Most are part of my "specials" - as in really great fiction that I read and reread. I think all of us felt sad for alt Clark and we love to see him get together with his soulmate. Thank you to all the writers. I intend to read any from your list I missed and any new ones which come about. Let's give Alt Clark a life too. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 08:41:42 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: l&c vs Reeve movies (was: Combo post 11/12/98) Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/16/98 7:52:32 PM !!!First Boot!!!, Zoomway@AOL.COM writes: << Also, I wondered how much of the flying technology carried over from the films (Zoom?) since they worked so hard on it. > >> Thanks again Zoom for the explanations. You are a treasure chest of fascinating information. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 08:41:40 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit My general comment on this fascinating theme. (1) So many different answers and interpretations. And my specific comments on STP(2) I will say again that is what the performing arts and art in general are all about. We see in the characters both what the actor and/or writer wants us to see and what we see based on our own experiences and views. And each one of us is entitled to thier interpretation. That is why I can say to everyone - reguardless of who is disagreeing with me that Dean Cain's portrayal of Tre in Futuresport is right on the mark. I never saw Clark as being actually angry at Lois even in Stop the Presses - just hurt that she as editor couldn't or didn't see his story as important. Now that I think of it, Lois was not supporting one of her reporters - Perry would have trusted Clark on this and not insisted that he drop the investigation prematurely. She was being a very poor editor and the writers never came to grips with that aspect of their argument. - I hate cop out endings which do not resolve story problems. So that makes this episode disappointing for a second reason.The other reason is because I wanted Lois to save Superman after she finally wakes up to his danger but they just have him take care of himself and she arrives too late. This is admittedly very subjective - sometimes I don't want the logical ending just the warm and fuzzy one. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 09:49:22 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Conditions are dark. The forecast is deadly. Tea, anyone?" Subject: Re: Tempus, Anyone? Laurie wrote: << And what he wanted most--so he said--was a world without Superman that he could dominate. So by setting up the creation of a Superman where there wasn't one he was able to turn the population against Superman (well, he tried, anyway) and get rid of both any future possibility of Clark becoming Superman and Lois, too. He was controlling the events so that he could plan ahead and come out winning. After all he was a villain with a plan . >> And his plan would most likely have stopped Utopia from forming in the "real" Lois and Clark world, since, had Tempus's plan worked, Lois would've been stuck in the Alternate world, where the Alternate Clark was dead, and "our" Clark would've been in the "real" world without Lois. On another topic, Charlotte wrote: << Now that I think of it, Lois was not supporting one of her reporters - Perry would have trusted Clark on this and not insisted that he drop the investigation prematurely. She was being a very poor editor and the writers never came to grips with that aspect of their argument. - I hate cop out endings which do not resolve story problems. >> I'm not sure that we really have enough evidence to think that Lois was "a very poor editor." Yes, she didn't want Clark to run with a story that we all knew was worthwhile, but I'm sure Perry has done that in the past. (By past I don't mean that it was necessarily on the show, but I"m sure, in his many years as an editor, he's made the wrong calls on stories.) That alone doesn't make Lois a poor editor. I think she honestly thought that there was nothing there worth following. Also, she might have been purposely being more conservative with the job than she would have, had the job been given to her as permanently hers. I also think that, had she been more experienced and perhaps more ready to be editor, or actually shown *how* to be editor by Perry, she would've done a better job. Also, there may have been more than just her decision on Clark's story that makes anyone thing Lois was a poor editor, I just don't remember enough of the episode to find other faults in her editing. << So that makes this episode disappointing for a second reason.The other reason is because I wanted Lois to save Superman after she finally wakes up to his danger but they just have him take care of himself and she arrives too late. >> This I agree with; if Lois was going to crash her jeep through a warehouse wall, at least let her save Superman! I was disappointed that she got there a minute late. -Christy kubitc@kenyon.edu Attalanta on IRC ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 09:57:12 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Karen Ward u Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? In-Reply-To: <6316ab1.36524b44@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII On Tue, 17 Nov 1998, Ann H. wrote: > Has anyone had a problem downloading stories from the archive using AOL 4.0 > (Mac)? > > I have no problems with any story downloaded with AOL 3.0 (Mac). I download > the story with AOL 3.0. I use TEX-Edit Plus to normalize the returns and fix > the line length which helps reduce the number of pages. > > When I open stories downloaded with AOL 4.0 (Mac) they are a mess. There is > no paragraphing. I get one long paragraph without any spacing or carriage > returns. I noticed a pattern. > > Any story uploaded after 7/5/98 to the present comes out as one paragraph. > The one story uploaded on 7/5/98 (holane.txt) is ok. > The stories uploaded on 6/28/98 are mixed. Some come out ok and some don't. > Any story that was uploaded on 6/21/98 or earlier comes out ok. I've have had the *exact* same thing happen to me (right down to the dates and everything)! The only difference is that I use Netscape 3.0 (Mac). I never used to have any format problems when opening files I downloaded from the archive, but somehow, I do now. Anyhow, the way I've overcome it is to copy and paste the entire story from Netscape into a new Claris Works file (rather than saving it as a downloaded file). Unfortunately, this can be tricky since my computer has an annoying tendency to crash whenever I try to open Claris Works and Netscape at the same time. Argh! ;) > I just downloaded Only You: Recall from Margaret Brignell's web site. [Great > story Margaret. I hate "...to be continued." How could you? ;-) ] There was no > problem. Apparently AOL 4.0 (Mac) likes Margaret's text files. :-) I've also noticed that I have no trouble downloading files from other sites. > Anyone have any ideas? I'm wondering if there was some kind of change made in > the way files were uploaded to the archive or some difference between earlier > and later uploads. Some difference that AOL 4.0 (Mac) doesn't like. :-( . . . and neither does Netscape 3.0 (Mac). :( Hmm . . . I'm wondering if this is just a Mac thing? Interestingly, I have the same trouble downloading from Netscape 3.0 on my Mom's PowerMac G3 (mine's only a Performa), however, with Netscape 4.0 there's no problem. Unfortunately, my computer doesn't meet the system requirements to run Netscape 4.0. Are there any IBM users out there having this same problem downloading from the archive with Netscape 3.0? Sincerely, Karen :) who is relieved to know that she is not the only one with this problem! ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 09:11:33 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Frank.Ward" Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain At about that point in time,(~7/5)I noticed that the uploads were in Unix text format rather than dos (only cr rather than cr/lf combination for line endings) I'm sure there is a unix2dos port for Mac out there somewhere, but I'm not familiar enough with the Mac shareware archives to know where. I usually just load them up in qedit (an old dos editor) which understands both formats. If I have several, I put them on my unix box for a few minutes and run the unix2dos utility on them. There may be an option in your editor to load this format properly. I hope this helps. Frank Ward fward@idir.net -----Original Message----- From: Karen Ward u [mailto:ward8120@MACH1.WLU.CA] Sent: Wednesday, November 18, 1998 8:57 AM To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? On Tue, 17 Nov 1998, Ann H. wrote: > Has anyone had a problem downloading stories from the archive using AOL 4.0 > (Mac)? > > I have no problems with any story downloaded with AOL 3.0 (Mac). I download > the story with AOL 3.0. I use TEX-Edit Plus to normalize the returns and fix > the line length which helps reduce the number of pages. > > When I open stories downloaded with AOL 4.0 (Mac) they are a mess. There is > no paragraphing. I get one long paragraph without any spacing or carriage > returns. I noticed a pattern. > > Any story uploaded after 7/5/98 to the present comes out as one paragraph. > The one story uploaded on 7/5/98 (holane.txt) is ok. > The stories uploaded on 6/28/98 are mixed. Some come out ok and some don't. > Any story that was uploaded on 6/21/98 or earlier comes out ok. I've have had the *exact* same thing happen to me (right down to the dates and everything)! The only difference is that I use Netscape 3.0 (Mac). I never used to have any format problems when opening files I downloaded from the archive, but somehow, I do now. Anyhow, the way I've overcome it is to copy and paste the entire story from Netscape into a new Claris Works file (rather than saving it as a downloaded file). Unfortunately, this can be tricky since my computer has an annoying tendency to crash whenever I try to open Claris Works and Netscape at the same time. Argh! ;) > I just downloaded Only You: Recall from Margaret Brignell's web site. [Great > story Margaret. I hate "...to be continued." How could you? ;-) ] There was no > problem. Apparently AOL 4.0 (Mac) likes Margaret's text files. :-) I've also noticed that I have no trouble downloading files from other sites. > Anyone have any ideas? I'm wondering if there was some kind of change made in > the way files were uploaded to the archive or some difference between earlier > and later uploads. Some difference that AOL 4.0 (Mac) doesn't like. :-( . . . and neither does Netscape 3.0 (Mac). :( Hmm . . . I'm wondering if this is just a Mac thing? Interestingly, I have the same trouble downloading from Netscape 3.0 on my Mom's PowerMac G3 (mine's only a Performa), however, with Netscape 4.0 there's no problem. Unfortunately, my computer doesn't meet the system requirements to run Netscape 4.0. Are there any IBM users out there having this same problem downloading from the archive with Netscape 3.0? Sincerely, Karen :) who is relieved to know that she is not the only one with this problem! ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 11:42:04 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Peace Everett Subject: Re: Alternate Clark Fanfics In-Reply-To: <39c60d32.36521454@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="ISO-8859-1"; X-MAPIextension=".TXT" Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Beckie/Rebecca wrote: > But which Clark? Um.... which Clark what? I'm not sure what you're asking here :) Peace ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 11:31:37 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Melissa Day Hall Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? In-Reply-To: <51FF6E9FCF5DD111AAFE00805FE67B98115144@YELNTSMAIL2> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" > At about that point in time,(~7/5)I noticed that the uploads were in >Unix text format rather than dos (only cr rather than cr/lf combination for >line endings) I'm sure there is a unix2dos port for Mac out there >somewhere, but I'm not familiar enough with the Mac shareware archives to >know where. I usually just load them up in qedit (an old dos editor) which >understands both formats. If I have several, I put them on my unix box for >a few minutes and run the unix2dos utility on them. There may be an option >in your editor to load this format properly. Ooh- ouch. I've never had any problems with downloading files onto my Mac. I've got Netscape 4somethingoranother, and I just do a command-s to save the text files wherever I need. The text editor I use is BBedit, which handles Dos/Windows, Unix and Mac files with equal ease. There's a freeware version out there, I believe at one of the TUCOWS sites (the one I have bookmarked is http://tucows.alpha1.net but there are a number of mirror sites out there.) It's listed under HTML editors in the Mac section, but don't let that fool you- for working with any kind of text file (like fanfic ;) there's no better program. Misha (mhall@sound.net) - - - - - "Writing is easy. All you do is stare at a blank piece of paper until drops of blood form on your forehead." -- Gene Fowler ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:17:27 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Ep Thoughts Part IV Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/enriched; charset="us-ascii" Hi FoLCs: Here is the much awaited Episode Thoughts Part IV (does anyone else hear a fanfare?):) General thought (or is it a kind of a thought?!?): Does anyone know if the newspaper business as portrayed on L&C was accurate or the newspaper world according to L&C? It seems to me that the most dynamic journalists are on TV these days. Even though there are some very famous newspapers around like the NY Times, the Washington Post, the Chicago Sun Times and the London Times, they don't have as high a profile as, say, the Nightly News with Tom Brokaw. When Lois tried TV according to Lex, she wasn't an anchor, she was an investigator, and therefore, not on camera. Used to her own byline, all she gets at LNN is recognition within the studio, not the from all of Metropolis. Any comments? Also, along the same lines, I wonder how many journalists make their mark in their twenties like L&C seem to do, both individually and as a team. It seems to me that most people don't begin to make their mark in the world until they reach their thirties or later, with the exception of athletes. Many opera singers don't actually sound really great until their thirties or forties. Most people spend a few years learning how to do what they do, have to gain experience, have to pay their dues and work their way up some sort of structural ladder. So does that make L&C really extraordinary or unrealistic? While it is true that I was running a whole graduate school with 200 students and 180 faculty by the age of 26, this was more due to lack of funds than any real expertise on my part. (Prior to the grad school position, I ran two grant funded clinical programs at a dental school for nearly four years, in addition to working in various other administrative positions, such as Career Services, Admissions, and Personnel, at the same school.) I started with a sense of responsibility, and a great deal of faith placed in me by my mentor bosses who were the deans I worked for. I had to gain the knowledge to carry out my responsibilities as I went along. I'm sure I was a much better administrator by the age of 36 than I was a decade earlier. Of course the tons of experience and the good reputation I had built came in tremendously handy when I changed positions since I was sought after for a promotion and raise. Anyway, even if you took my case as an example, L&C seem a bit too young to be that good. Is this to their credit or is it a network bid for a certain audience? Yes, L&C are both very bright, dedicated, creative, tenacious, talented, hard working, competitive, and determined. One could argue that they do real well on their own but when they teamed up on a regular basis, they both seemed to hit their stride at once, turning out spectacular story after spectacular story. I would welcome any comments on all of the above, especially from anyone who has more knowledge than I about the newspaper business in a TV news world. Chris Reeve was highlighted on Access Hollywood on Monday and is the cover story of the new TV Guide, btw. Okay, on to the eps. EP: Tempus Fugitive (revisited) Clark says hello to LL but she doesn't answer. His fill-in "Hello Clark" was a product of pithy writing and a charming reading by Dean. L&C is a case, I think, of having really interesting writing, enhanced by a talented actor, inspiring more pithy writing, providing more material for the talented actor to deliver lines in a pithy charming way. Yes, I know, it's past the babbling hour. Wells leave thge time machine and Tempus in the park. Okay, this is a major metropolitan area. No one vandalises the time machine and Tempus was supposed to just stay put? Earth to H.G.! Flux facilitator is the L&C version of the flux capacitor from the Back to the Future films. Later, in Tempus Anyone, H.G. refers to it as a flux capacitor. Although one could argue that this means he was referring to a different piece of technology, I think it was just a case of inconsistent script writing. Someone forgot to consult the series bible. The actor who plays the gun seller is the same guy who knows guys who know guys from The Foundling. Tempus "pro gun control" line was neat. Tempus lets the cat out of the bag re LL and Supes. Tempus seems to lack technical knowledge but he seems to gain the knowledge by later eps. Wells leaves the technical plans behind so Sman can create his own time machine, The differences are interesting, such as a computer-like dashboard and bucket seats instead of rattan. Why does CK decide to take the time travel trip (say that three times fast!) as CK instead of as Sman? Of course, later we can see the wisdom of it but it seemed like very quick thinking within the context of the ep. I've asked about the date before. May 17, 1966 is the date CK is found by the Kents but Feb. 28, 1966 is supposed to be the date the Kents pick to be his birthday. Did I get it right this time? LL's is one of the greatest stories in history?!? The bartender in 1866 is named Sam and resembles Harve Presnell, who plays Sam Lane in later eps. Tempus shoots in two directions but the camera shoots in one. CK flies the wounded Marshall to KC! No one notices two men flying around in Kansas in 1866? Someone wrote a fanfic wherein the Kent family hands down the tradition of their men flying. Can't remember who wrote it or the title. CK tries to do everything but Lois displays quick thinking by saying she has grabbed on to Wells' machine. "The future belongs to me" is Tempus's line. I couldn't help but think of a song in the movie Cabaret called "Tomorrow Belongs to Me" which is supposed to be a Nazi anthem. Lois slaps CK after she learns she has been galactically stupid, but Duh, she already knows it can't hurt him. However, it was so well done, I thought Teri might have hurt Dean. CK gets to babble after LL displays her anger "glasses, secret identity, it seemed like a good idea at the time" but it implies he did everything in a different order. He was already wearing glasses way before he thought of inventing Sman as inspired by Lois. So which is the secret identity? I know there has been much discussion of this but L&C provides the opportunity for Sman to be the secret instead of the CK persona. CK was CK all his life but Sman for only a couple of years by this time. He says it himself in this ep, just before that line. CK is who he is, Sman is what he can do. He has taken all he can be and invented a vehicle to use it for doing some good. CK apologizes to LL but is clearly exasperated and finally wants her to "Let it go!" Later, when he starts to fade away, ala Back to the Future, LL finally learns that she must let it go and get on with being her half of the partnership. The baby really looked like it could grow up to be CK, or rather the kid resembled Dean. Later, when LL and CK go to the Kent farmhouse, one of the most compelling scenes takes place. They all did real well here but Dean especially captures a wonderful sense of appreciation, nostalgia, and fondness. He actually seems close to tears for one of the few times in the series. Dean, in an interview, implied that not having CK cry was a conscious choice, apparently respected by his directors. The only time he crys is a fake version during the Dragnet spoof in Don't Tug on Superman's Cape. Although it was illogical, I loved that Martha knew CK was not well and I also loved LL promising her to take good care of him. In a parallel scene to earlier, it's LL's turn to apologize while driving (in the driver's seat literally and figuratively?). I also really like this scene for that rare moment of CK sans glasses but not as Sman with the slicked back hair. When he tells her to go on without him, I thought there should have been a real quick line with LL kissing him or a promise to help, or a tearful goodbye or ... well maybe there wasn't time. Tempus has really good writing all the way thru the ep. Lots of fun puns, pithy lines, sarcastic twists and ironic turns. I have a theory for the comic book experts and trivia buffs. Shouldn't it have taken a real short time for the kryptonite to kill the baby? LL very brave because Tempus is very armed. Of course, CK rallies (neat FX while he almost disappears ala the invisible man) and gets into the act. I alternate between thinking LL's line about Tempus hitting like a girl is cute or it's a time waster. LL does well considering what she's dealing with. CK saying he always wanted to do "this" in front of LL could sound really salacious because he is sort of stripping to become Sman. He's so cute though, that he gets away with it. I could have done without Tempus line about upchucking in that tender moment. What a feeling to hold one's self as a baby!! There was no time to explore that territory emotionally but I thought it was really neat that Sman gets to see himself be adopted. I also think H.G. goofed by putting Tempus back in 1866. Later, in Tempus Anyone?, he learns it was a mistake. Also, in ATAI, when we learn there was a diary, the evidence against that decision by Wells mounts. Wells, however, does one very important thing right and that is to convince LL that she's not galactically stupid.:) Teri pronounced "schmootz" correctly when she picks it off the S-shield and they finally get to kiss. Dean seemed to really beam in this ep, even when he was wearing the suit. He seems to be getting a kick out of something, because he looks to me like he's smiling all through the last few scenes. LL is quick on the draw in putting "CK is Sman" on the card but CK matches her by grabbing the card. His grimace when he tears the card could not be due to a lack of strength, could it? He was just emoting his "whew", right? Anyway, it's deja vu all over again. When I was first watching these eps in Fall 1997 on TNT, I mentioned to my brother the Teri fan, that I loved this ep and we discussed it in some detail, (as well as some other stuff like CK's virginity). I remember telling him how much of a kick I thought this particular ep was because it was a neat foreshadowing of what might be in store and that potential was partially fulfilled later. When LL finally figures it out in ATAI or rather, in WHALTTA, which ever you count as the appropriate ep, she almost immediately has the same reaction, anger and an almost instant, practically unconscious shift into teaming with CK/Supes. Her discussion in WHALTTA with Martha about CK is also foreshadowed, which is another favorite scene of mine. (In case you haven't figured it out, I just LOVE Martha. K Callan was terrific!) Of course, LL has been primed to team with CK by their experiences in the first two years but she takes it some steps to far and tags along with Sman when she shouldn't have and gets hurt and they break up and... well you know the rest. His giving her up at the end of Contact reminds me of the second Sman film with Reeve, without the memory alteration. I also have been enjoying the Utopia thread on the list and would encourage more fanfic along these lines. Anyway, I really loved this ep. It stood out, broke ground and gave us Tempus (and Wells) to boot (or to whom CK likes to give the boot, red or otherwise). Well it's after 2 am. Only one ep this time but lots of thought! < Comments are welcome:) Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 17:39:37 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Norman Mayes Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-18 09:57:42 EST, you write: << Are there any IBM users out there having this same problem downloading >from the archive with Netscape 3.0? >> I have no problems with netscape. AOL 4.0 is another matter. Whenever I try to save a htm file or something in one, 4.0 freezes up. I have to close the program and sign off in order to unlock things. I rarely use it. budmayes@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 17:47:53 +0000 Reply-To: hess2@mindspring.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Claire Hess Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7BIT > Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:17:27 -0500 > From: Carolyn Schnall > Subject: Ep Thoughts Part IV > Here is the much awaited Episode Thoughts Part IV (does anyone else > hear a fanfare?):) Definitely >When Lois tried TV > according to Lex, she wasn't an anchor, she was an investigator, and > therefore, not on camera. Used to her own byline, all she gets at LNN > is recognition within the studio, not the from all of Metropolis. Any > comments? Isn't this part of Lex's plan to break her to his will? > Also, along the same lines, I wonder how many journalists make their > mark in their twenties like L&C seem to do, both individually and as a > team. So > does that make L&C really extraordinary or unrealistic? Well, in the Pilot, Lois does say that she had to "work my buns off to become an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet ". She's definitely an over achiever, and this kind can make it young. The pilot makes it plain that Clark's not expected to do much but catches on quickly, working with Lois. > L&C seem a bit too young to be that good. Is this to their > credit or is it a network bid for a certain audience? They are superheros, after all. But it's probably a bit of both. > EP: Tempus Fugitive (revisited) > Wells leave thge time machine and Tempus in the park. Okay, this is a > major metropolitan area. No one vandalises the time machine and Tempus > was supposed to just stay put? Earth to H.G.! He's also so technically ignorant, he thinks a hot dog stand is run by steam! However, his faith in Superman's Metropolis is justified; no one messes with a time machine. > Flux facilitator is the L&C version of the flux capacitor from the Back > to the Future films. Later, in Tempus Anyone, H.G. refers to it as a > flux capacitor. Although one could argue that this means he was > referring to a different piece of technology, I think it was just a > case of inconsistent script writing. Someone forgot to consult the > series bible. Ah, technobabble! Thanks for the interesting comments. > Why does CK decide to take the time travel trip (say that three times > fast!) as CK instead of as Sman? Of course, later we can see the > wisdom of it but it seemed like very quick thinking within the context > of the ep. No mystery. He wanted the CK time with Lois. This was one time he was not going to hand off to Superman, and thank you what ever gods watched over Lois & Clark. > > LL's is one of the greatest stories in history?!? Believe it! > CK flies the wounded Marshall to KC! No one notices two men flying > around in Kansas in 1866? Someone wrote a fanfic wherein the Kent > family hands down the tradition of their men flying. Can't remember > who wrote it or the title. There's also the point that Wells is supposed to have fixed everything, but that fanfic sounds like fun. > Although it was illogical, I > loved that Martha knew CK was not well and I also loved LL promising > her to take good care of him. I like to think that this is an illustration of why Martha was such a good mother for CK. > I also > really like ... that rare moment of CK sans glasses but not > as Sman with the slicked back hair. When he tells her to go on without > him, I thought there should have been a real quick line with LL kissing > him or a promise to help, or a tearful goodbye or ... well maybe there > wasn't time. Could be argued that although that would have been WAFFy, so was Lois being determined to hurry and save CK > Tempus has really good writing all the way thru the ep. Lots of fun > puns, pithy lines, sarcastic twists and ironic turns. I love the guy! > I have a theory for the comic book experts and trivia buffs. Shouldn't > it have taken a real short time for the kryptonite to kill the baby? Interestingly enough, although they are very fragile, babies have a strong ability to survive. Take the example of the new-borns in the hospital in Mexico after the earth quake. If the actual fall of the building did not kill them, they survived until the rescuers arrived, because of their stored nutrition, etc., part of enabling them to survive the trauma of birth, etc. Also, Baby Kal El had ridden along with Kryptonite around the space craft all that way. The young Superman may not react as quickly to the Kryptonite as Clark did after years without exposure to it. This would be consistent with the increasingly short time that Kryptonite affected Clark as the series progressed. > I alternate between thinking LL's line about Tempus > hitting like a girl is cute or it's a time waster. We needed a laugh about then, something to reduce Tempus a little. > I could have done without > Tempus line about upchucking He wouldn't be Tempus without it. > I also think H.G. goofed by putting Tempus back in 1866. Later, in > Tempus Anyone?, he learns it was a mistake. Also, in ATAI, when we > learn there was a diary, the evidence against that decision by Wells > mounts. Wells, however, does one very important thing right and that > is to convince LL that she's not galactically stupid.:) But if he hadn't, what wonderful stories we would have missed! > Dean seemed to really beam in this ep, > even when he was wearing the suit. He seems to be getting a kick out > of something, because he looks to me like he's smiling all through the > last few scenes. Dean doing a real good job of showing you how strong CK will be when Lois knows, as you proceeded to explain very well, but most is sniped to keep things short. I like to think it was one of the many things that Dean and Teri did to show the producers that this was a viable option for the show and characters. > (In case you > haven't figured it out, I just LOVE Martha. K Callan was terrific!) Isn't she great! > Comments are welcome:) > > > Thanks, > Thank you, Carolyn! take care claire hess2@mindspring.com ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 20:18:49 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-18 15:06:27 EST, cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU writes: << Does anyone know if the newspaper business as portrayed on L&C was accurate or the newspaper world according to L&C? >> Well, I know that at my local newspaper (which is fairly big, actually) you can't just walk in. When you go there, there is a security desk and you have to have someone come down and meet you and MAYBE take you up to their floor. It's very high security so sources or people wanting you to write their story can't just walk in and go up to your desk. I think I've only been past that security point once that I can recall; other times the person I was there to see came down and I gave them whatever I was there to deliver. (By the way, Carolyn, this is Newsday.) None of the reporters at this paper are famous, but people who make or attend newsworthy events do get to know some of them. I have met several and recognize the names of a few more. Some of the investigative stories this paper has done have resulted in politicians taking notice and taking action. They have revealed political corruption as well. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 21:58:30 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 09:57 AM 11/18/1998 -0500, you wrote: >On Tue, 17 Nov 1998, Ann H. wrote: >> Has anyone had a problem downloading stories from the archive using AOL 4.0 >> (Mac)? I'm an PC user, so no I haven't encountered this exact problem...but I *have* had a few problems downloading from the archive. >> I just downloaded Only You: Recall from Margaret Brignell's web site. [Great >> story Margaret. I hate "...to be continued." How could you? ;-) ] I'm warped? > Are >there any IBM users out there having this same problem downloading from >the archive with Netscape 3.0? I'm using Netscape Communicator 4.01 and I often have problems. Usually the line "dies" about 3/4 of the way through downloading the story. I have yet to figure out whether this is my ISP, Netscape, or the Archive;\ Personally, I think Microsoft has this hidden program/bug that identifies non-Microsoft web browsers and creates a problem in order to force all us non-conformists to get IE4 Me, paronoid? Nah! Margaret ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 22:44:27 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-18 21:58:26 EST, brignell@CAPITALNET.COM writes: << Personally, I think Microsoft has this hidden program/bug that identifies non-Microsoft web browsers and creates a problem in order to force all us non-conformists to get IE4 >> And I heard today on the radio that AOL may team up with Netscape to get back at Microsoft for the Java incompatibility that Gates is insisting on to make everyone use IE4. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 23:21:49 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Juli E. Hale" Subject: Idea for Fanfic Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi everyone! I'm Juli and I'm new to this list. The reason I'm writing is because I just had an idea for a new fanfic after reading all the recent posts about alt Clark. What if there were a third alternate dimension, only with all the characters having personalities totally opposite from the ones we know? For instance, Tempus or Lex Luthor would be the good guys and Clark/Superman would be evil. Also, in this dimension, Lois would have previously died. Then, suppose the evil CK/Supes found out about the dimension in which a Lois Lane lived and decided to make it his mission in life to have her? We've seen our Clark battle Luthor for Lois, but how would he fight himself, especially when the alt-Clark was not above fighting dirty to get what he wants? Just a thought. Juli iris240@preferred.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 00:43:08 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Chris P Subject: Homemade L&C Calendar Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I have put together a calendar. If enough people are interested, I will get it printed. If I can get 100 people, the cost per catalog would be about $10, plus shipping. If you would like to see a preview, go to : Lois & Clark Calendar Please email me privately at cp13607@aol.com if you would be interested in ordering one, or would like more information. Chris P. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 08:27:58 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Charlotte Fisler Subject: Re: OT: Dean's Coup Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit YES!!!! Dean in anything is still WOW. ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 14:06:06 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:17:27 -0500 Carolyn Schnall wrote: > Later, when LL and CK go to the Kent farmhouse, > one of the most compelling scenes takes place. They all did real well > here but Dean especially captures a wonderful sense of appreciation, > nostalgia, and fondness. He actually seems close to tears for one of > the few times in the series. [snip] Although it was illogical, I > loved that Martha knew CK was not well and I also loved LL promising > her to take good care of him. Isn't it amazing how people see things differently? I find that scene cringe-inducing every time I watch it, and I have to resist the temptation to fast-forward the video! Wendy ---------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 11:01:27 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Cheaper than a sack of nuts..." Subject: Re: Question: Clark truly angry?? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-9 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Charlotte Fisler wrote: > I never saw Clark as being actually angry at Lois even in Stop the Presses - > just hurt that she as editor couldn't or didn't see his story as important. > Now that I think of it, Lois was not supporting one of her reporters - Perry > would have trusted Clark on this and not insisted that he drop the > investigation prematurely. > > She was being a very poor editor and the writers never came to grips with that > aspect of their argument. - I hate cop out endings which do not resolve story > problems. So that makes this episode disappointing for a second reason.The > other reason is because I wanted Lois to save Superman after she finally wakes > up to his danger but they just have him take care of himself and she arrives > too late. This is admittedly very subjective - sometimes I don't want the > logical ending just the warm and fuzzy one. > I saw the ending of STP in a very different way. One of the jobs of an editor is to weed out what you think will not work. I think that she was supporting Clark, but from her point of view his story was not newsworthy; she wouldn't have known that it actually would. She probably could have let the story develop longer but that does not really seem to be in her nature. Lois realized in the end that the story was, in fact, newsworthy, but she still knew that from her POV it didn't look that way. She would have still killed it in a second (or however the line goes) and it seems to me that she was justified in doing it. Maybe Clark, without his partner by his side, wasn't covering every angle of the story and not getting enough info to satisfy her. Rachel ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 11:49:19 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Donna Lehman <102262.2435@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 >He actually seems close to tears for one of > the few times in the series.< My very favorite scene where Clark is close to tears was just on TNT (I hate the ARC though) . The night before their wedding Lois and Clark are making toasts because the rehearsal dinner was cancelled, Clark is so overwhelmed by his love for Lois that he just cannot express himself and Lois herself had a red nose when looking at him. Dean did such a wonderf= ul job here. I have watched this scene many times. I just love it. Donna ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 10:38:17 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: julie slisz Subject: Re: Idea for Fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain >>I'm Juli and I'm new to this list. The reason I'm writing is because I just had an idea for a new fanfic after reading all the recent posts about alt Clark.<< Hi Juli, I'm Julie! Nice to meet you! (ok, I'll stop now ;) >>What if there were a third alternate dimension, only with all the characters having personalities totally opposite from the ones we know? For instance, Tempus or Lex Luthor would be the good guys and Clark/Superman would be evil. Also, in this dimension, Lois would have previously died. Then, suppose the evil CK/Supes found out about the dimension in which a Lois Lane lived and decided to make it his mission in life to have her? We've seen our Clark battle Luthor for Lois, but how would he fight himself, especially when the alt-Clark was not above fighting dirty to get what he wants?<< You said you have been reading the posts, so you probably know that I'm the one who took up the challenge of writing that fic. That idea grazed my thought process a few times. See, I was trying to figure out how alt-Clark and real-Clark would be switched and not know it. After hours of just staring at a blank screen, it hit me, make another world. So now I have alt-Clark, real-Clark and my newest addition, pseudo-Clark. So instead of having alt-Clark in the real world, he's in pseudo-world, real-Clark's in alt world, and pseudo-Clark is in the real world. I don't think that I'm going to incorporate him as a "bad" character, just a bit unusual. See, real-Lois will have to figure it out eventually, so the last tip-off that Clark's not himself will be his sudden urge to wear a purple suit, instead of the traditional red, yellow, and blue. That part is thanks to my friend, Mel, who is a little off her rocker, so I'm looking to her for some ideas on pseudo-Clark. Feel free to write you own fanfic exploring that idea. It's always fun to see how many different fics come from one idea, and how many of them get so far off track that its just hilarious. Ok, well I think I've said enough, and I have a class that I will be running to now. Bye. Julie ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 16:29:29 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: <804d5dbc.365371f9@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" HI Laurie: Yes, I have seen Newsday a number of times and this paper has an excellent rep. Some people think it gives the NY Times good competition. It is very interesting that access is limited there to the public. It makes the Daily Planet seem too open and vulnerable. Nice to hear from you, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >In a message dated 98-11-18 15:06:27 EST, cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU >writes: > ><< Does anyone know if > the newspaper business as portrayed on L&C was accurate or the > newspaper world according to L&C? >> > >Well, I know that at my local newspaper (which is fairly big, actually) you >can't just walk in. When you go there, there is a security desk and you have >to have someone come down and meet you and MAYBE take you up to their floor. >It's very high security so sources or people wanting you to write their story >can't just walk in and go up to your desk. I think I've only been past that >security point once that I can recall; other times the person I was there to >see came down and I gave them whatever I was there to deliver. (By the way, >Carolyn, this is Newsday.) > >None of the reporters at this paper are famous, but people who make or attend >newsworthy events do get to know some of them. I have met several and >recognize the names of a few more. Some of the investigative stories this >paper has done have resulted in politicians taking notice and taking action. >They have revealed political corruption as well. > >--Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 16:32:03 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi Wendy: I seem to be hearing from all my editors today!! Now I am curious as to why this scene makes you cringe. Of course, on the list, we agree to disagree. I'd just like to read your POV! Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >On Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:17:27 -0500 Carolyn Schnall > wrote: > >> Later, when LL and CK go to the Kent farmhouse, >> one of the most compelling scenes takes place. They all did real well >> here but Dean especially captures a wonderful sense of appreciation, >> nostalgia, and fondness. He actually seems close to tears for one of >> the few times in the series. [snip] Although it was >illogical, I >> loved that Martha knew CK was not well and I also loved LL promising >> her to take good care of him. > >Isn't it amazing how people see things differently? I find >that scene cringe-inducing every time I watch it, and I >have to resist the temptation to fast-forward the video! > >Wendy >---------------------- >Wendy Richards >w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 16:35:56 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: <199811191149_MC2-60D4-ADD0@compuserve.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi Donna: Actually I saw that scene last night and I know what you mean. Unfortunately, I was getting ready to go to a concert and couldn't just sit and watch the ep, which I will try to do during the weekend. Strangely enough, I don't think I took it that way in the times I've seen it before. For some reason, I didn't think he was moved so much as embarassed at being tongue-tied since he volunteered to make the toast. I like your take on it much better.:) Thanks, Carolyn cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu >>He actually seems close to tears for one of >> the few times in the series.< > >My very favorite scene where Clark is close to tears was just on TNT (I >hate the ARC though) . The night before their wedding Lois and Clark are >making toasts because the rehearsal dinner was cancelled, Clark is so >overwhelmed by his love for Lois that he just cannot express himself and >Lois herself had a red nose when looking at him. Dean did such a wonderful >job here. I have watched this scene many times. I just love it. >Donna ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 21:42:24 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV In-Reply-To: MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Thu, 19 Nov 1998 16:32:03 -0500 Carolyn Schnall wrote: > Now I am curious as to why this scene makes you cringe. > > Of course, on the list, we agree to disagree. I'd just like to read your POV! Hi Carolyn! It makes me cringe for a number of reasons. The way K and Eddie are made up to look almost 30 years younger just doesn't work for me - Eddie in particular looks almost facially disfigured and the hair is obviously false. However, the dialogue is worse: for me, rather than touching, it is plain embarrassing. I can't see why L&C would ask, straight out, whether Jonathan and Martha had found a baby; Clark well knew that they didn't find him until nightfall, and the bluntness of the question just seemed very out of place. I cannot help thinking, in any case, that since Lois knew at that stage that Clark is Superman, why he didn't simply search the farmhouse with his X-ray vision rather than actually going in. And for a highly intelligent man, Clark's behaviour, and the slips he makes, are unbelievable. He has managed for nearly two years to pretend that he is two different people, and most of the time is quite adept at remembering whether he is supposed to know things as Clark or as Superman. Yet less than two minutes with his mother as a younger woman and he is letting his guard down to an incredible extent. But that's just my view, of course, and you're entitled to disagree with me, Carolyn! I'm also one of the small number of fans who hated STG and Soul Mates, so I know I'm in the minority there too... ;) Wendy (and since you mentioned it, Carolyn, when do I get to edit another story by you...?) ---------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 17:05:57 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/19/98 3:44:30 PM Central Standard Time, w.m.richards@HRM.KEELE.AC.UK writes: << I can't see why L&C would ask, straight out, whether Jonathan and Martha had found a baby; Clark well knew that they didn't find him until nightfall, and the bluntness of the question just seemed very out of place. >> This isn't correct. The moment Clark sees that the spaceship has already landed (day time), he knows things are different. It is *Clark* himself who creates the story he's been told all his life about how he was found at night by his parents thinking a meteor had hit the field. Admittedly it gets into one of those temporal time anomalies, but the fact is, the story Clark had been told about the spaceship streaking through the sky at night, is the story he himself created. >>>I cannot help thinking, in any case, that since Lois knew at that stage that Clark is Superman, why he didn't simply search the farmhouse with his X-ray vision rather than actually going in.<< That wouldn't tell Clark if the Kents had heard about the baby, or that someone else might have heard about the baby, regardless if x-raying did reveal no baby in the farmhouse. Blunt or not, and with time running out, mentioning the baby was the only way to find out if the Kents knew anything. Clark already knew things were wrong in his "historical" memory of when the spaceship landed, and so someone else, even Shuster, could have found the baby >>>And for a highly intelligent man, Clark's behaviour, and the slips he makes, are unbelievable. He has managed for nearly two years to pretend that he is two different people, and most of the time is quite adept at remembering whether he is supposed to know things as Clark or as Superman. Yet less than two minutes with his mother as a younger woman and he is letting his guard down to an incredible extent.<<< This really isn't true either Clark has made terrible slips from the beginning. "You're like iron" "Steel" "What?" "Still...I'm still upset.." "Lined with lead" "What?" "She was lying, her heart rate was over 150 beats a minute." "What" "Just an expression, you know, like 'going a mile a minute?''" Lois says *to Clark* the only way she can get Superman's attention is to fall out a window, and then Clark leaves and an instant later Superman appears and says she doesn't have to fall out a window. I mean come on! The *only* reason Clark wasn't seen as making horrible and quite frankly *stupid* slips is because Lois was the one who *never* caught one no matter how blatant they were! Making Tempus' line "How *dumb* was she?" all the funnier ;) I liked the farmhouse scene in Tempus Fugitive, and it is a touch prophetic when Lois says "I'll take good care of him" Almost like Martha was giving her son away to a bride ;) >>>But that's just my view, of course, and you're entitled to disagree with me, Carolyn! I'm also one of the small number of fans who hated STG and Soul Mates, so I know I'm in the minority there too... ;)<< Actually few fans were hot on STG, but I loved Soulmates and still do ;) Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 14:47:58 -0800 Reply-To: pebbles@result.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Audrey Rempel Subject: Story help? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Hey gang, A few months ago, I had kind of a thought. Since then, this thought has been sitting in my head, and has generally not congealed into any sort of coherent, linear, fashion. So I thought I'd throw it out to you all, see if anyone would like to help, suggest, take over, tell me it would never work, ... whatever. Anyway, my idea was this: What if Clark *didn't* lie to Lois? What if on the shuttle, right after he swallowed the bomb, he looked at her and said "Lois, it's me, Clark." What might happen then? Anyone? thanks Audrey _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 19:38:56 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Ann H." Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit << At about that point in time,(~7/5)I noticed that the uploads were in Unix text format rather than dos (only cr rather than cr/lf combination for line endings) I'm sure there is a unix2dos port for Mac out there somewhere, but I'm not familiar enough with the Mac shareware archives to know where. I usually just load them up in qedit (an old dos editor) which understands both formats. If I have several, I put them on my unix box for a few minutes and run the unix2dos utility on them. There may be an option in your editor to load this format properly. I hope this helps. Frank Ward fward@idir.net >> Frank, thanks for the help. I use Tex-Edit Plus as my editor. When I used AOL 3.0 I was able to open up a downloaded story and select "Modify DOS -> MAC" and that would fix the length of the lines. But, this does not work with stories downloaded with AOL 4.0 (MAC). But, after finding out from Frank about UNIX I was able to solve my problem. First, I select "Modify UNIX -> MAC" and then I select "Modify DOS -> MAC." The first step fixes the paragraphs. The second step fixes the line length. Thanks again! It's a relief not to see one paragraph that's +20 pages long. :-) Ann ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 21:55:32 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? In-Reply-To: <3.0.5.32.19981118215830.007f0300@capitalnet.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Further to this thread I've noticed that ever since about the middle of the summer Wordperfect reads the downloaded files from the archive as Wordperfect 4.2 files, not text files (despite the fact that they have a .txt extension). Does anyone have *any* idea why that would be? Margaret ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 23:25:33 -1000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Jamee Jones Subject: Re: Idea for Fanfic MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Juli E. Hale wrote: > >>Hi everyone! > > I'm Juli and I'm new to this list.<< Hi Juli! Nice to meet you! :) > >> I just > had an idea for a new fanfic after reading all the recent posts about > alt > Clark. > > What if there were a third alternate dimension, only with all the > characters having personalities totally opposite from the ones we > know? For > instance, Tempus or Lex Luthor would be the good guys and > Clark/Superman > would be evil. Also, in this dimension, Lois would have previously > died. > Then, suppose the evil CK/Supes found out about the dimension in which > a > Lois Lane lived and decided to make it his mission in life to have > her? > We've seen our Clark battle Luthor for Lois, but how would he fight > himself, especially when the alt-Clark was not above fighting dirty to > get > what he wants?<< I think that sounds like a great idea for a story! I'm not a writer, but as a reader I can tell you, I would definitly put that one in my "need to read a soon as I can!" pile! Hope you or somebody writes this! Just some imput from a reader! j-meS8-)] > ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 07:49:07 -0500 Reply-To: phmogul@mindspring.com Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Philip H. Mogul" Organization: Science. Inc. Subject: Re: Downloading From Archive with AOL 4.0 (Mac)? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii; x-mac-type="54455854"; x-mac-creator="4D4F5353" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Dear Margaret: I am experiencing the same degree of difficulty with WordPerfect. Try Nisus Writer. It is a very powerful word processor. Take care, Phil Mogul phmogul@mindspring.com Margaret Brignell wrote: > Further to this thread > > I've noticed that ever since about the middle of the summer Wordperfect > reads the downloaded files from the archive as Wordperfect 4.2 files, not > text files (despite the fact that they have a .txt extension). Does anyone > have *any* idea why that would be? > > Margaret > > ****************************** > Margaret Brignell > brignell@capitalnet.com > Ottawa, Canada > %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% > My fanfic now available at: > http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ > ****************************** ----------------------------------------- A hundred years from now it will not matter what my bank account was, the sort of house I lived in, or the kind of car I drove... But the world may be different because I was important in the life of a child. ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 10:50:51 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Carolyn Schnall Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Date: Thu, 19 Nov 1998 16:54:02 -0500 >To: hess2@mindspring.com >From: Carolyn Schnall >Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV >Cc: >Bcc: >X-Attachments: > >HI Claire: > >>> Date: Wed, 18 Nov 1998 15:17:27 -0500 >>> From: Carolyn Schnall >>> Subject: Ep Thoughts Part IV >> >> >>> Here is the much awaited Episode Thoughts Part IV (does anyone else >>> hear a fanfare?):) >> >>Definitely >> >LOL, LOL, LOL, thanks, I needed that!! > >>>When Lois tried TV >>> according to Lex, she wasn't an anchor, she was an investigator, and >>> therefore, not on camera. Used to her own byline, all she gets at LNN >>> is recognition within the studio, not the from all of Metropolis. Any >>> comments? >> >>Isn't this part of Lex's plan to break her to his will? >> >You are correct and I was surprised she goes for it. > >>> Also, along the same lines, I wonder how many journalists make their >>> mark in their twenties like L&C seem to do, both individually and as a >>> team. So >>> does that make L&C really extraordinary or unrealistic? >> >>Well, in the Pilot, Lois does say that she had to "work my buns off >>to become an investigative reporter for the Daily Planet ". She's >>definitely an over achiever, and this kind can make it young. The >>pilot makes it plain that Clark's not expected to do much but catches >>on quickly, working with Lois. >> >>> L&C seem a bit too young to be that good. Is this to their >>> credit or is it a network bid for a certain audience? >> >>They are superheros, after all. But it's probably a bit of both. > >You are probably correct about it being both but I think she is more like >a superstar reporter > >> >> >>> EP: Tempus Fugitive (revisited) >> >>> Wells leave thge time machine and Tempus in the park. Okay, this is a >>> major metropolitan area. No one vandalises the time machine and Tempus >>> was supposed to just stay put? Earth to H.G.! >> >>He's also so technically ignorant, he thinks a hot dog stand is run >>by steam! However, his faith in Superman's Metropolis is justified; >>no one messes with a time machine. > >Hah, I forgot about that! > >> >>> Flux facilitator is the L&C version of the flux capacitor from the Back >>> to the Future films. Later, in Tempus Anyone, H.G. refers to it as a >>> flux capacitor. Although one could argue that this means he was >>> referring to a different piece of technology, I think it was just a >>> case of inconsistent script writing. Someone forgot to consult the >>> series bible. >> >>Ah, technobabble! Thanks for the interesting comments. > >You are welcome. I love words.:) >> >>> Why does CK decide to take the time travel trip (say that three times >>> fast!) as CK instead of as Sman? Of course, later we can see the >>> wisdom of it but it seemed like very quick thinking within the context >>> of the ep. >> >>No mystery. He wanted the CK time with Lois. This was one time he >>was not going to hand off to Superman, and thank you what ever gods >>watched over Lois & Clark. >> > >I thought he was the god!! (Am I gushing too much?) > >>> >>> LL's is one of the greatest stories in history?!? >> >>Believe it! > >That's future history. Okay, I believe it:) > > >> >>> CK flies the wounded Marshall to KC! No one notices two men flying >>> around in Kansas in 1866? Someone wrote a fanfic wherein the Kent >>> family hands down the tradition of their men flying. Can't remember >>> who wrote it or the title. >> >>There's also the point that Wells is supposed to have fixed >>everything, but that fanfic sounds like fun. >> >> >Thanks, Carolyn!> > >So glad you liked what I wrote.:) > > >>> Although it was illogical, I >>> loved that Martha knew CK was not well and I also loved LL promising >>> her to take good care of him. >> >>I like to think that this is an illustration of why Martha was such a >>good mother for CK. > >YES. > > >> >>> I also >>> really like ... that rare moment of CK sans glasses but not >>> as Sman with the slicked back hair. When he tells her to go on without >>> him, I thought there should have been a real quick line with LL kissing >>> him or a promise to help, or a tearful goodbye or ... well maybe there >>> wasn't time. >> >>Could be argued that although that would have been WAFFy, so was Lois >>being determined to hurry and save CK > >Right, ok, I give in. >> >>> Tempus has really good writing all the way thru the ep. Lots of fun >>> puns, pithy lines, sarcastic twists and ironic turns. >> >>I love the guy! >> > >Me too. Always fun to watch. > >>> I have a theory for the comic book experts and trivia buffs. Shouldn't >>> it have taken a real short time for the kryptonite to kill the baby? >> >>Interestingly enough, although they are very fragile, babies have a >>strong ability to survive. Take the example of the new-borns in the >>hospital in Mexico after the earth quake. If the actual fall of the >>building did not kill them, they survived until the rescuers arrived, >>because of their stored nutrition, etc., part of enabling them to >>survive the trauma of birth, etc. Also, Baby Kal El had ridden >>along with Kryptonite around the space craft all that way. The young >>Superman may not react as quickly to the Kryptonite as Clark did >>after years without exposure to it. This would be consistent with >>the increasingly short time that Kryptonite affected Clark as the >>series progressed. > >That's a really good answer and since I know very little about little >babies, I'll take your word for it. :) > >> >>> I alternate between thinking LL's line about Tempus >>> hitting like a girl is cute or it's a time waster. >> >>We needed a laugh about then, something to reduce Tempus a little. >> > >Well, it is cute and it doesn't take her long to get it out... > >>> I could have done without >>> Tempus line about upchucking >> >>He wouldn't be Tempus without it. > >Yeah, but I still don't care for the line:( > >> >>> I also think H.G. goofed by putting Tempus back in 1866. Later, in >>> Tempus Anyone?, he learns it was a mistake. Also, in ATAI, when we >>> learn there was a diary, the evidence against that decision by Wells >>> mounts. Wells, however, does one very important thing right and that >>> is to convince LL that she's not galactically stupid.:) >> >>But if he hadn't, what wonderful stories we would have missed! > >Okay but I think it is a shame that Wells reputation seems sullied. > > >> >>> Dean seemed to really beam in this ep, >>> even when he was wearing the suit. He seems to be getting a kick out >>> of something, because he looks to me like he's smiling all through the >>> last few scenes. >> >>Dean doing a real good job of showing you how strong CK will be when >>Lois knows, as you proceeded to explain very well, but most is >>sniped to keep things short. I like to think it was one of the many >>things that Dean and Teri did to show the producers that this was a >>viable option for the show and characters. > >And I'm sure it is one of the reasons this ep is among my favorites, even >if I seemed very critical in my post >> >>> (In case you >>> haven't figured it out, I just LOVE Martha. K Callan was terrific!) >> >>Isn't she great! > >I'm so glad you agree:) > >> >>> Comments are welcome:) >>> >>> >>> Thanks, >>> >> >>Thank you, Carolyn! >> >>take care >>claire >>hess2@mindspring.com > >And thank you back, I love getting answers and better ideas:) :) :) > >Carolyn >cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu > ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 20:47:59 -0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: LabRat Subject: Kryptonite Fever/Xmas LNC on SKY MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit . The young >>Superman may not react as quickly to the Kryptonite as Clark did >>after years without exposure to it. This would be consistent with >>the increasingly short time that Kryptonite affected Clark as the >>series progressed. That gives me kind of a thought. I presume that at some point in the comic books we were given an explanation as to why Kryptonite actual harms Superman. But, of course, the show itself fudged it. Jonathan asks why it seems so deadly; Martha say who cares, it is, that's the important thing. (GGGOH). Excuse the paraphrasing there - my VCR is still in the repair shop. (Sob. Come *home*, baby - Mama *needs* you!!!) Was it something to do with the elements of the meteorite having been changed in its journey through space towards Earth or something? That rings a vague bell. Also - UK FoLCs with SKY (US FoLCs and UK FoLCs without SKY - talk among yourselves a time ). SKY are going back to showing LNC daily, instead of just at weekends, from December 21st. They're also running a festive season of 'seasonal' episodes from their top shows like 3rd Rock, Simpsons - and LNC is part of that too, so keep an eye out for those. LabRat (who always feels a little glow when SKY describes LNC as one of their top shows, even so long after its cancellation) **************************************************************************** ************ I love being a writer. What I can't stand is the paperwork. - Peter De Vries **************************************************************************** ************ ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 16:13:49 -0400 Reply-To: ruthlg@apk.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ruth Link-Gelles Subject: Re: Ep Thoughts Part IV MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi << Does anyone know if the newspaper business as portrayed on L&C was accurate or the newspaper world according to L&C? >> One thing that is very wrong (according to my dad who runs a print shop) is the page spreads. In eps like Big Girls Don't Fly and ATAI where people show Perry spreads of the front page (in BGDF the headline was "A World Without Superman) that part is wrong. In real life they no longer do that, all the lay out stuff is done on computers. Just my 2 cents Ruth ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 16:02:38 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Samantha Kegan Subject: Mindy Church MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain My fellow FoLCs, As I was reading one of the fanfics by Margaret Brignell, I think it was "The Day Superman Died," I realized something. We don't really know what happened to Mindy Church, do we? I think the last time we see her is in "Home is Where the Hurt Is," but I'm not sure. But to the point. Mindy Church where are you? ;-) . Samantha Kegan "On a long road, take small steps." -Ancient Kryptonian Saying ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 00:16:34 +0000 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Wendy Richards Subject: Re: Story help? Comments: To: pebbles@result.com In-Reply-To: <19981119224758.5093.rocketmail@send102.yahoomail.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; CHARSET=US-ASCII On Thu, 19 Nov 1998 14:47:58 -0800 Audrey Rempel wrote: > Anyway, my idea was this: What if Clark *didn't* lie to Lois? What > if on the shuttle, right after he swallowed the bomb, he looked at her > and said "Lois, it's me, Clark." What might happen then? Hi Audrey, Nice idea, but... what would have been the point of the secret identity? And since, at that stage, Clark didn't know Lois very well but knew her enough to realise she thought he was a naive, uninteresting country hick, I can't see him trusting her with his secret. As I remember from my viewing of the Pilot, his impression suggested that he was a little worried that she might recognise him, and then later, in Neverending Battle, he was secretly pleased that she had been so bowled over by his _alter ego_. He also was very much aware that her response was likely to have been rather different if she had known it was him. So, although it's an interesting idea, Audrey, that's why it wouldn't work for me, and I certainly couldn't write it - which, of course, isn't to say that someone else wouldn't disagree with me! Best wishes, Wendy ---------------------- Wendy Richards w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 21:18:38 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Margaret Brignell Subject: Re: Mindy Church In-Reply-To: <19981121000238.587.qmail@hotmail.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 04:02 PM 11/20/1998 PST, Samantha wrote: >As I was reading one of the fanfics by Margaret Brignell, I think it was >"The Day Superman Died," Hey, someone actually read this! >I realized something. We don't really know >what happened to Mindy Church, do we? I think the last time we see her >is in "Home is Where the Hurt Is," but I'm not sure. But to the point. >Mindy Church where are you? ;-) . I figured she went underground, had a makeover and came back as The Wedding Destroyer Margaret ****************************** Margaret Brignell brignell@capitalnet.com Ottawa, Canada %%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%%% My fanfic now available at: http://www.capitalnet.com/~brignell/ ****************************** ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 23:00:55 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: The Zoomway Subject: Re: Kryptonite Fever/Xmas LNC on SKY Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 11/20/98 6:58:44 PM Central Standard Time, labrat@DIRCON.CO.UK writes: << That gives me kind of a thought. I presume that at some point in the comic books we were given an explanation as to why Kryptonite actual harms Superman. >> I can only give you the post-crisis version. All Kryptonians were already dying before Krypton exploded. Even if the planet had not exploded, they all would have died from the "green death". In essence, since the clone wars and other wars with various chemicals had seeped into the soil, Krypton had created "kryptonite" by poisoning their own planet. Kal-El, a gestating infant in a matrix chamber, was not exposed to the toxic planet. It's why the pieces of "the old home town" make him sick, they made *all* Kryptonians sick even before the planet went bye-bye. Someone who's a collector of pre-crisis comics will have to explain why Kryptonite was toxic in that version. Zoomway@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 20 Nov 1998 23:24:23 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: No Name Available Subject: Re: Mindy Church Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-11-20 19:21:28 EST, sam_kegan@HOTMAIL.COM writes: << But to the point. Mindy Church where are you? ;-) . >> Well, she was alive and well in S5 as I recall.... stay posted to see if she resurfaces in S6. --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 20:58:15 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Maggie Subject: Funny Fanfics? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hey Folcies :o) I am trying to currently trying to finish Season 5 (which I most whole heartedly recommend in it's wondrous, waffy, & magnificent entirety). This week I was reading "Charity Begins at Home" in the airport and on a plane from Tampa to Miami---I laughed out loud, giggled to my heart's content, and wasn't even concerned that other people might think I may be totally nutty. (well, I *am* so, they would have been right! ). That was one of the funniest fanfics I have read, and definitely one of the best, it had good villains, Ellen Lane at her Ellenest, and little doses of all the things I love about Lois and Clark, so anyway, it got me to thinking, there are many fanfics we all know and love, but what are the fanfics that make you Laugh Out Loud? Maggie who just got back from Blockbuster and is going to go drool over Dean in Tracked now. Did I say drool?!?!? I meant appraise the development of his acting technique, emotional range and, nah, drooling, yeah. that' what I meant. maggie13@bellsouth.net (aka supermags on IRC) "Yeah, well, just remember there are no perfect sunsets. There's a little crack in every cloud, that's what gives you your silver lining." ~Perry White, Editor In Chief, Daily Planet ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 21:06:32 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "B.B. Medos" Subject: Re: Funny Fanfics? In-Reply-To: <199811220153.UAA01104@mail.mia.bellsouth.net> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:58 PM 11/21/98 -0500, Maggie wrote: >so anyway, it got me to >thinking, there are many fanfics we all know and love, but what are the >fanfics that make you Laugh Out Loud? I've always thought Quick Change by Carla Humbert is the funniest fanfic. Each and every time I read it, I giggle uncontrollably. I once attempted to read it to my husband while he was working on some odd job or other around the house. I finally gave up because I couldn't read and LOL at the same time. Beverly :-) B.B. Medos Beverly's Book Basket Beverly's Book Sanctuary: ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 22:46:39 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Donna Lehman <102262.2435@COMPUSERVE.COM> Subject: Funny Fanfics? MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hi, >who just got back from Blockbuster and is going to go drool over Dean in= Tracked now. Did I say drool?!?!? I meant appraise the development of his acting technique, emotional range and, nah, drooling, yeah. that' what I meant. What is Tracked? Have I missed something he did? Or is this very old?? would love to know. Donna ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 21 Nov 1998 21:54:40 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Kathy Brown Subject: Tracked = Dogboys In-Reply-To: <199811212246_MC2-6115-A0BD@compuserve.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 10:46 PM -0500 11/21/98, Donna Lehman wrote: >What is Tracked? Have I missed something he did? Or is this very old?? >would love to know. >Donna It's the Showtime movie "Dogboys" repackage for video rental. "Tracked" was one of the working titles for the movie, and apparently they liked it better for the video release (or for some reason had to change the title once it went off tv.) So, if you saw Dogboys, you've seen Tracked. If you missed it on Showtime, you might want to rent it. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________