From: "L-Soft list server at Indiana University (1.8d)" To: "ARTF@MemoryAlpha.nil" File: "LOISCLA-GENERAL-L LOG9812D" ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 03:21:04 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: Editing Utilities Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Is there a way to save a running log for email on AOL? I am using AOL 4.0 for the Mac. The log manager shows a log for System, Chat, and Instant Message. I can save an individual piece of mail, but unfortunately none of these logs seem to work for saving email. Is there something I am missing? Thanks for any light you may be able to shed on this matter. Ann ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 14:28:27 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Pam Jernigan Subject: OT:Gone for the Holidays Comments: To: Blind.Copy.Receiver@compuserve.com MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Transfer-Encoding: quoted-printable Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Hey all, This is off-topic, and I apologize, but I think all my FOLC friends are on this list so this is the easiest way to talk to them all at once :-) = Starting tomorrow, I will be computerless until Dec 30th, so don't expect= to see me or get mail from me until after then. I'm also going nomail on= this list (if I can remember the command correctly ) so my box won't fill up -- this doesn't mean you can talk about me, though; I have spies everywhere Here's wishing everyone a joyous season -- Christmas, Hannukah, Kwanzaa; whatever it is that you do, have fun doing it PJ !^NavFont02F01D80007MGHHHDA0581 Distribution: Ficlist INTERNET:LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 18:47:39 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "K.M. de Castro" Subject: Re: Editing Utilities Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hey All! I didn't know my little help would be so much help and get so many requests! Currently I am running AOL 3.0, using the log manager under File. I get the option to open a log, append a log and close a log, under both Chat and Session. I can't speak for the AOL 4.0 ers out there, but try anything! For those of you who like me are still in the dark ages, (AOL 3.0 and Windows 3.11, which is what I chose to do cuz I hate Win95 and 4.0 crashed my system too many times during installation), open a log : File|Log Manager|Open. Title it whatever story title makes sense to you, ie: Secrets.log, wherever you save your fanfic (mine is alphabetical by author's last name initial) . Open and close each fanfic email in the order specified by the sender (part 1 of 10; part 2 of 10, etc.) When you have done all that, close your log. It is automatically saved wherever you opened it. I associate .log with write.exe in my file manager to edit out all the superfluous mail stuff. Thanks for the interest, everybody, and Happy Holidays. Marie, ChoirGirl2@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Tue, 22 Dec 1998 22:13:17 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:Gone for the Holidays Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit In a message dated 98-12-22 14:30:13 EST, jernigan@COMPUSERVE.COM writes: << this doesn't mean you can talk about me, though; >> Geesh, Pam, take away all the fun! --Laurie ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:49:15 +0100 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Nikolaus Hammerschmidt Subject: Searching for a story MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit I read recently a story but I can't find it again. It was about that Clark in the parallel world had found his Lois. She had to be a while in hospital where her mother visited her. After being released from the hospital Clark let her stay with him in his apartment. There they get to know each other better. And Dan Scardino was Lois's fiance. Does anyone know the title and author of the fanfic story and/or where I can find it? Thanks! ------------------------------- Nikolaus Hammerschmidt ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:33 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC ALERT: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi everyone The IRC Round Robin writers have been at it again, and as a result I have the pleasure of posting our latest story, "All I Want For Christmas" This is another follow-up story in the impromptu season 5 1/2 that we've sort of been developing on the IRC ;).(More about this at a later date ) It's Christmastime in Metropolis, and as Lois and Clark contemplate the possibility that their family will be expanding, they along with everyone else, are preparing to celebrate the holidays. Of course since this is Metropolis we're talking about we all know that things will be just a little off center ;). We enjoyed writing this story and we hope you enjoy reading it. As always comments are welcome . Cheers, Eileen ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:43 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 3 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 2 __________________________ Clark frowned. "Okay, it must have been left here before Wee Willie started calling ..." He popped the tape out and pulling down his glasses, stared at it intently from every angle. "First we figure out who put this on your desk ..." "Any fingerprints?" Clark shook his head. "Nope, but ..." He paused, pushing his glasses back up his nose. "What?" "Jimmy mentioned bumping into Agnes on his way to get the phone when he first came in. I think it was a planned bump on his part, but it means she was here." Lois and Clark exchanged a grin, then yelled out "Jimmy!" in unison. Five minutes later Jimmy hovered outside the conference room door, shuffling a folder full of blank paper. Agnes, oblivious to his surreptitious glances, stood inside, quite happy to answer any questions that the Planet's top reporters might ask of her. "Agnes, I found this tape on my desk today, do you know who put it there?" "Oh, it came in a package addressed to 'Reporter', and I didn't want to put too much mess on your desk, so I threw away the package." Lois gritted her teeth. "You what?" "Oh, there was a note with it, too." Agnes opened the file folder she seemed to have stapled under her arm. "Here ya go." She smiled. "Did you want anything else?" "No thank you, Agnes." Clark held open the door for her. "That was more than enough." "'Dear...Jimmy?'" Lois read, and looked up at Clark with a question in her voice. "'Your girlfriend's going to get in a lot of hot water if people figure out that this was her. Please, stop her.'" Lois flipped the creased paper. "It's unsigned." "What could Clarissa be doing that sounds so bad?" Lois leveled a speculative look at Clark. "Would she tell Superman?" Clark winced. "Honey, *please* don't make Superman talk to Clarissa." "Aw," Lois soothed, and stroked Clark's chest "Being a superhero means being brave. She's just a *kid*." Clark sighed and lowered his head and scuffed the toe of his shoe across the floor. "Maybe a bridge will collapse." Lois reached under his chin and lifted his face. "Five minutes, Clark. Just try and find out what she's up to and try and convince -" The phone interrupted, and Clark reached out mechanically and answered. "Conference room, Clark Kent. Who?" Clark asked, and then smiled, his eyes shifting to Lois. "Okay, sure, I know she'll be happy to." "Who was that?" Lois asked as Clark put down the receiver. "That was Clarissa, and she said she had a problem, but would *only* speak to Lois Lane." "No!" "Honey, sometimes being an investigative reporter means being brave." "Clark--" "She's just a kid -- remember?" "Clark, she's a junior eco-terrorist, an evangelistic tree-hugger ... a .. a..." "A kid," he said, and handed Lois her jacket and purse. "Go get 'em, tiger." "Fine," Lois said curtly, not noticing she had slipped her purse strap on before the jacket. "Never let it be said that Lois Lane could be bullied by a .. what the hell is wrong with my jacket!" "Honey, you have your purse kind of tangled in with the --" "It's fine, Clark, really. I'll just leave it this way. If my purse is hidden, it'll keep Clarissa from asking me if I know how many *vinyls* had to die to make my purse!" she said, and left with all due melodrama. Clark drew the corners of his lips down like a horse that had been brought to a stop from a full gallop. "Ouch," he whispered. "Maybe Superman better go there after all ... to protect Clarissa." He loosened his tie, and wondered what the jail served inmates on Christmas Eve. ****** Clarissa sat on the steps of the Metropolis Museum of Natural History. Lois opened the door to her Jeep just in time to hear a man, dressed in a guard's uniform, shout, "And *stay* out!" Lois shook her head. "Everywhere she goes, she makes a new friend." Lois reluctantly approached Clarissa. "Okay, what's the big problem this time?" She was trying, albeit unsuccesfully, not to snarl, but as usual, nuances were lost on Clarissa. Clarissa jumped to her feet. "It's about time you got here. I need a ride to that Christmas tree lot by the Planet. I'm late for the demonstration." Lois goggled at her. "That was the big emergency? You needed a ride???" Clarissa looked unrepentant. "Well, Jimmy wouldn't take me, and I figured, as a woman, you might be more sympathetic to the fate of our poor persecuted plant relatives. You do realize that all life is descended from a common cell, and every year they chop down our poor cousins and festoon them with barbaric decorations. This year we are going to do something about it." Lois sighed, took Clarissa's arm, and led her toward the Jeep. "Tell me more." Lois had difficulty getting away from Clarissa to make a quick call on her cell phone. Still, despite the girl's protests that our plant friends were being exploited with each moment wasted, Lois made a quick trip into the ladies room of a gas station on the way. This caused at least three additional lectures regarding fossil fuel wastes, destruction of the ozone layer, and even misuse of disposable toilet paper, but Lois bore the grating voice in silence. By the time they arrived at the Christmas Tree Farm, Clarissa was hoarse, and Lois was exhausted. She was relieved to see that Clark had taken her quick call to heart, and had made arrangements for the police to defuse the situation. There were barricades up and the police were busy loading the purposely limp protestors into paddy wagons. A crowd of Christmas tree shoppers were waiting impatiently to get back into the lot, and one woman was heard complaining, "See, Irving, I told you we should have got the tree last week, but noo..." Clarissa jumped out of the car before Lois could even turn off the engine and ran shrieking toward the nearest policeman, claws out. Before she could make contact, a red and blue blur intervened, hauling the startled cop out of range. Deprived of her target, Clarissa overbalanced and fell face first into a puddle of slush. She struggled to her feet, spluttering with rage. Superman walked up and faced Clarissa with his most stern glare. "I understand you've been sharing your concerns regarding planet ecology with others," he told her. "But I'm afraid this has gotten out of hand." Crossing his arms before him, he gave her another stern expression that had wilted some of the most hardened criminals he had encountered. "Superman," Clarissa said in a firm voice, oblivious to the authoritative stance he had assumed. "I've been meaning to talk to you as well. Are you aware that your flights might be causing damage to our atmosphere? Have there been any non-invasive studies done to determine the saftey of your superpowers?" Taken somewhat aback, Clark found himself on the defensive. "STAR Labs has done numerous tests to ensure that my presence is not a danger to this planet, young lady," he corrected her firmly. "And speaking of dangers to the planet, ecologists are also studying the possible benefit of controlled deforestation." Clarissa harumphed loudly, clearly not impressed by the introduction of mere facts into her passions. "I would expect this from you," she explained in a condescending voice. "I suppose you must eat meat as well." "Actually, I don't need to eat at all, and my diet is none of your concern." "It's a concern of every being on this planet! It's attitudes like this that cause the destruction of our world." With a shake of his head, he signaled Inspector Henderson to walk towards the girl, who was now in full lecture mode. She was still lecturing as the officer handcuffed her for disturbing the peace and attempted assault on a police officer, and tucked her neatly into the back seat of a squad car. Rolling his eyes, the inspector entered his own vehicle and followed the squad car back to the precinct, leaving only Superman and Lois standing there, fighting laughter. "Thanks for the save," Lois said quietly, wiping tears of laughter from her eyes. "Thanks for the call," he replied. "I'd planned to follow you, but Perry got hold of me. It seems that Alice is coming to the party tonight, and he didn't know what tie he should wear. He asked to borrow one from me." Lois laughed. "I hope they can get back together," she said. "No one should ever have to be alone for Christmas." Clark nodded his understanding. "Do you want a lift back to the Planet?" Lois smiled, knowing Clark must be distracted. "I'd love one, but I really don't want to leave the Jeep in this part of town," she said with a trace of sarcasm. Clark smiled in return. "And I can't drive back with you, because I never left. Looking around carefully, he put his arm around her, and walked her back to the door of the Jeep. With a final search of the area, he satisfied himself that no one was watching, and leaned down to kiss his wife, shielded by the vehicle's door. "On your way back, why don't you drop by and see Dr.Klein?" he asked her. "It's been four days since ... Well, surely he can tell something by now." Lois nodded as he tucked her into the Jeep, and made sure her seatbelt was fastened. He let his fingertips trail over Lois' flat abdomen before he closed the Jeep's door, a wistful look on his face. Lois started the Jeep, and turned in the direction of STAR Labs, still recalling that look, and her husband's whispered "I love you" as she pulled away. ******* Clark watched Lois head off down the busy street and then prepared to take off and head back to the Planet when Captain Maggie Sawyer of the Metropolis Special Crimes Unit approached him. "You got a minute, big guy?" she said with a wry grin. "Sure Maggie, what can I do for you?" "Well, I wanted to thank you for helping us put the collar on the Royal Flush Gang the other night ...and...." "And?" "I've got a small favor to ask," Maggie continued, looking slightly embarrassed. Clark gave Maggie a warm smile. "I'm at your service, Captain." "You know Bibbo Bibbowski, who owns the Ace o'Clubs bar down in Suicide Slum?" Clark nodded. "Well he's been playing Santa for the kids down there for as long as I can remember." "Bibbo? You're kidding?" "Yeah," Maggie replied with a grin. "He really gets into it - he even uses his own money to buy gifts for them. Only this year I've heard business at the Ace o' Clubs hasn't been all that good and..." Continued in part 4 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:39 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 2 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 1 ____________________________________ Lois smiled despite her lingering bad feelings over Morgan Edge. "Call me Lois, please." "Lois. Will do," he said and turned back to Clark. "I have a feeling you aren't here to exchange gifts, not that I couldn't use some new speed-loaders and pepper mace. I dropped my canister in the station and the Bakerline Express ran over it. Cleared out the whole 95th Street station." Clark laughed. "No, Tony, we need some inside information. " The small man brightened. "Homicide? Drugs? Vice? Numbers rack--" "More like the current upswing in crime," Lois interrupted. "It seems like everything from petty theft of Christmas trees to arson in random districts around the city." Tony looked thoughtful for a moment. "You know, when you're a transit cop, you don't get a whole lot of inside info, but when you ride from station to station, you see the *real* city, not pushpins on a map in the Detectives' Division." "And?" Clark prompted. Tony smiled. "The districts getting torched ain't so random. They're all retail zones." "So someone is setting fires in the retail districts to ... what exactly?" Lois shrugged. "Pull a Lex Luthor and buy property at fire sale prices? Apply 'en masse' for insurance claims?" "Well," Tony said as he repeatedly snapped and unsnapped the empty mace pouch on his Sam Brown belt. "I'm not pointing fingers, you understand, but I find it pretty amazing that not one store in the CostMart chain has been touched." Lois and Clark turned to each other. "Mindy Church," they said in unison. Lois grabbed Tony's hand and shook it vigorously. "Thanks. You've made our day." "You're welcome," Tony said, rescuing his hand. "You're not related to Superman, are you?" He grimaced as he massaged it gingerly. Clark chuckled. "Thanks, Tony, and Merry Christmas. We have to run." He hurried to catch up with his wife who was halfway across the park. "Merry Christmas, Tony," she called over her shoulder, "Nice meeting you. Clark, this time we've got her. I knew she was crooked the minute I laid eyes on her." "Now, hold on, honey. There's no proof. It's just rumor and innuendo so far." "Clark Kent, you are just too gullible. I never believed Joey Bermuda was smart enough to run Intergang, and he insisted Mindy set him up." "But, honey, Mindy isn't the brightest bulb on the tree. What makes you think she could run Intergang?" "Ha! That's just what she wants you to believe." Clark gave up. He knew it wasn't worth arguing with Lois when she was on reporter overdrive. "Okay, okay. You want to start doing some computer research, fine. Let's go." When they returned to the Planet Lois was relieved to discover that "the walking oil slick" Morgan Edge was nowhere in sight. However, the preparations for the office party were in full swing so she retreated to the conference room, taking her notes and laptop with her to begin her research. She'd made a promising start when she was interrupted by a soft rapping on the door. "Can I talk to you for a minute, darlin'?" "Sure, Perry," Lois beamed. "What can I do for you?" "Well, it's about Morgan Edge." Lois grimaced. "What about him?" "Now, Lois, honey, don't start... "Start what? Perry, I--" "Honey, I know you well enough to know you don't like the man. Hell's bells, I'm not sure I like him. " Lois looked down and began to shuffle the papers on the conference table "I'm that obvious?" Perry grinned and winked at her. "Only when it comes to dealing with pompous jackasses." Now it was Lois' turn to grin. "Normally, it wouldn't matter darlin', but there are going to be a few changes here at the Planet and Morgan's going to be a part of them. I'd hate for you or Clark to get off on the wrong foot with him." "What kind of changes, Perry? Is something wrong? Are you leaving?" "Now, Lois. Nothing's wrong. It's just that ... well, ... I'm gonna be cutting back on my work load here at the Planet. Morgan will be picking up the slack." Lois frowned. Getting up from her seat she walked toward Perry. "Cutting back? Perry what is it?" Her frown lessened as she saw that for one of the few times since she had known him, Perry was at a loss for words. "Perry?" she coaxed. Clearing his throat, Perry answered. "Well, Lois ... it's just that ... see, Alice and I have been seeing a lot more of each other lately ..." Lois began to smile. "And ... well ... aw heck, Lois ... even Elvis needed quality time with Priscilla." He raised his eyes to her. "Do you understand what I'm trying to say? Lois' smile widened. "I think I do, Perry. You want to spend more time with Alice and try to make things work between you two." A grin of relief came over Perry's face. "I knew you'd understand, Lois." "I do, Perry. Clark and I felt terrible when you and Alice broke up." Her smile turned slightly wistful. "I guess we wanted you and her to be as happy as we are." Perry took Lois' hand. "I'm sure goin' to give it a try, Lois. Y'know, I love that lady. I always have." Lois sighed and hugged Perry. "And she's always loved you, Chief. I hope it works out." She tightened the hug for a brief moment before stepping back. She grinned at Perry, seeing in his eyes that he was hoping for the same thing as well. "Well, I'll leave you to your research," Perry said, "but, remember, honey, there are other things besides work. Relax a bit, get into a party mood." Lois smiled and nodded. "I know, Perry." She gathered up her notes, and followed him out of the conference room, heading for her desk. Jimmy was depositing a pile of notes on it as she arrived. Clark joined them both, a cup of hot coffee in each hand. He gave Lois hers and sat on the edge of her desk. "Those papers are messages from a guy who said he only wanted to talk to you." Jimmy bent to collect a couple of the small slips of paper. "He called himself Wee Willie Williams. Said it was urgent and for you to call him at this number." Lois took them from Jimmy's hand. "Thanks, Jimmy. Did he say anything else? How many times has he called? Did you talk with him each time?" The questions came rapidly while she scanned each message. "All they say is for me to call him. He doesn't say why or what's up." Jimmy shrugged. "I told you all I know." "Well, I might as well see what is up." Lois dialed the number on the top message and heard the phone begin to ring on the other end. At the fifth ring she looked up into Clark's eyes and raised her eyebrows. "He's not at home." "Give it another try, honey. Maybe you didn't let it ring long enough." Lois redialed the number and held up a finger each time the phone rang. On the fourth ring she was surprised when someone answered. "Hallo, Wee Willie speakin'." "Hi, Wee Willie, this is Lois Lane. I got your messages." "Ms. Lane. I'm glad you returned my calls. Me and my family, especially my wife, wanted to wish you a Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. If it weren't for you and that story you wrote that cleared me last spring, this is one bookie that would be celebrating the holidays behind the bars of the State pen. I just wanted to let you know that I don't forget a good deed. I owe you a big one and I pay my debts. You need anything...anytime, you just let Wee Willie know." Lois smiled and nodded as she put down the receiver. "Well, that was a nice surprise. Not everything that happens to us is a crisis - what's this? Jimmy, when did this come?" Lois picked up a small cassette tape which had been buried under the phone messages. Jimmy frowned and reached for the cassette tape. Turning it over in his hand, he finally shrugged his shoulders and handed it to Lois. "I don't know, Lois. I've never seen it before." Lois looked at the tape. There was no label, no markings whatsoever on it. She looked at Jimmy. "You didn't put this on my desk?" Jimmy shook his head. "Nope." Out of the corner of his eye he saw one of the interns walking toward the elevator. "Um, Lois? Is there anything else?" Lois answered distractedly. "No, Jimmy ... thanks." She sat down slowly, staring at the tape, mentally willing it to tell her where it came from. With a look at Clark, Jimmy hurried toward the elevator. "Hey, Agnes! Wait up!" Clark grinned as he watched Jimmy join Agnes to wait for the elevator. He had no doubts that Jimmy would have her phone number by the time they reached Microfilm. He just hoped that Jimmy remembered that he was still seeing Clarissa. As the elevator doors closed on Jimmy and Agnes, he shook his head. "I can see the fireworks now, honey." He looked at Lois still staring at the tape. "Lois?" Lois looked up, startled. "Huh?" "I was just saying that Jimmy's about to see fireworks for Christmas if Clarissa finds out about Agnes ..." His voice trailed off as he noticed that Lois wasn't listening to him. "Lois ... honey? What's the matter?" Lois focused on Clark. "Huh? Oh, nothing, Clark. Just this tape ..." Clark took the tape from her hand. "Well, why don't we just find out what's on it, shall we?" He walked toward the conference room, Lois falling into step by his side. They returned to the conference room and closed the door. In the sudden quiet of the room, Clark turned to Lois. "I never realized how much Christmas music was piped into the newsroom." Lois smiled. "I know. Just once though, I wish they wouldn't play Alvin and the Chipmunks so much." Clark chuckled as he popped the tape into the cassette player. "Let's see if this is something better." Lois sat on the edge of the conference table. "As long as it's not those dogs barking 'Jingle Bells,' I'll be happy." They smiled as Clark pushed the PLAY button. As they listened to the tape, their smiles faded and their looks grew serious. As the tape continued, Lois reached for one of the ever-present pencils and notepads and began to jot down key words as she listened. The one-sided telephone conversation continued, the low husky voice still decidedly feminine despite the attempt to disguise it. "uh huh ... right ... the best time ... we'll hit them up then ... when everyone's preoccupied ..no, no ... everything's all set ... right ... ok ..." Clark pushed the STOP button and looked at Lois. "Everything's all set ... set for what?" She shrugged her shoulders. "Your guess is as good as mine, honey, but ... there's something sort of familiar about that voice." Continued in part 3 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:46 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 4 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 3 __________________________ "You wondered if I might be able to help 'Santa Bibbo' out?" "Yeah. Particularly since he's likely to try to solve the problem himself and get in a real mess. And I'd hate to have to lock him up for Christmas." "Just leave it to me, Maggie." ***** Despite the heavy Christmas traffic Lois made it over to STAR Labs in record time. As she entered the normally silent area surrounding Dr. Klein's lab she was surprised to hear music and laughter. Lois looked around the room and spotted Dr. Klein and Ruth Friskin laughing and dancing to the music of "Jingle Bell Rock." "Oh! Bernie, I'm going to call you Twinkle Toes from now on," Ruth laughed as she was twirled around the open space in the middle of the lab. "I didn't know you were such a talented dancer." "My dear, this is only one of my many talents you didn't know about until today. But, tonight I'll show you another one of my more ... shall we say, creative talents." Dr. Friskin was blushing and giggling like a young girl when both she and Dr. Klein heard Lois clear her throat. "I hate to barge in on what looks like a private party, but I thought I might talk to you, Dr. Klein, if you have the time." "Lois, we didn't see you standing in the doorway. Come in. I have to go anyway," Dr. Friskin said. "I have a patient coming in at two. The poor young woman was just arrested at a Christmas tree lot. She apparently thinks she's a one-woman avenger against everyone and everything that she considers a danger to the planet. I've been asked by her public defender to give her a psychological to determine her stabilty to stand trial. That is, if the owner of the Christmas tree lot wants to press charges." Friskin gave Dr. Klein a quick kiss on the cheek. "I can't wait until tonight to see what other special talents you possess." Klein grinned. "Until tonight, my love." Dr. Friskin left the lab glowing. Lois moved to stand closer to the doctor. "It's been three weeks and four days, Dr. Klein. What kind of tests do you want to do?" Pulled back to reality by her question, Klein moved to close the door of the lab. He turned to Lois and smiled. "So, we think we're pregnant, hmmmm?" "Well, I hope I am. I'm not sure about you." Klein laughed as he opened a cabinet door and gave Lois a beaker. "Just go into the restroom, and then I'll get some blood and tissue samples, too. This is completely unprecedented and I want all the information I can get." "And then?" Lois asked anxiously. "Then we wait." Lois turned to the door and smiled in relief when it opened and in walked Clark. Clark shook hands with Dr. Klein and looked at Lois. "How's it going?" Lois held up the beaker. "We'll know in a while." She lightly kissed Clark before leaving the lab. "Keep your fingers crossed," she murmured. Clark kept his eyes on her as she walked to the restroom. At the feel of Klein's hand on his shoulder, he grinned sheepishly. "I've never been so nervous in my life." Klein nodded. "I think I understand, Clark. I'm sure that Lois is just as anxious. Would you like a --" Klein's words were halted by the look on Clark's face. A look he had often seen on Superman's. Clark focused off in the distance for a moment before looking at Klein. "I've gotta go ... Superman's needed." He glanced in the direction Lois had walked, then turned back to Klein. "Doc ..." "I'll tell Lois," he assured Clark. Clark nodded and hurried out of the lab, loosening his tie as he went. A second later, a whoosh was all Klein heard as Superman left STAR Labs. Klein shook his head. "Some day, I'm going to have to ask him about that whoosh." He reached over and turned up the volume on the radio. The beginning bars of "Grandma Got Run Over By A Reindeer" came through and he started to sing along. Lois reentered in time to see Klein tapping pencils rhythmically on the test tube rack. "Dr. Klein?" Klein startled out of his reverie, sending the pencils flying. Lois scooped them off the floor and handed them back to him. "I have the same problem with chopsticks." "I'm sorry," he smiled. "Sometimes the music just gets to me. You should see me with rap music." "Well, I'm sure it's something to ... look forward to," she said, and sat on a stool. "I gave the sample to your assistant. Do I just wait here for the result? I mean it won't take much longer than a home pregnancy test, will it?" Klein frowned and pulled up a stool opposite hers. "This is going to be fairly complex, Lois," he said, his tone serious. "There were some variables I didn't account for in my initial testing of Superman and I still feel terrible about that." Lois reached forward and touched Klein's shoulder reassuringly. "It's all right, Dr. Klein. It's not like Superman comes with an intruction manual. We know we don't fit the textbooks." Klein smiled. "I appreciate that, Lois, but because I wasn't as thorough as I could have been, I am leaving *nothing* to chance this time. And because of that," he shrugged, "it could be hours before I can give you a definite answer on your test results." "Hours?" Lois sighed as she grabbed her purse. "Well, I guess it's better this way. I still have a Christmas party to suff .. to enjoy, so maybe not knowing for a while yet is for the best." Klein nodded. "I'll call the moment I know anything for sure, Lois," he promised, and ushered her out of the lab to the strains of a rap version of "Sleigh Ride." As Lois strode into the city room, her eyes were immediately drawn to the large gold box on her desk. Clark had placed the box there a few days earlier, stating that she couldn't possibly be alone with his Christmas surprise to her, and that here he would have witnesses. She removed her coat and hung it up, then went to fill two mugs of coffee. She placed one on Clark's desk, smiled briefly, then went to shuffling through the papers Jimmy had left on her desk. At the very least she assumed it was Jimmy that had cluttered her desk. When she had left yesterday, the desk had only held her box. Stopping her shuffling, she looked up at the package again. She hefted its weight briefly, judging that it weighed around eight pounds. Heavy, she thought, but there was no shifting of the weight, nor was it heavier in one area than another. She shook it briefly, but heard no noise. With a frustrated sigh, she returned the box to her desk, and got back to work. Clark walked up behind her and leaned over to whisper in her ear, "It's killing you, isn't it?" She glared at him over her shoulder. "You'd think I was a child that can't be trusted," she complained, even as her hand wandered to the package and began to pick at a piece of tape. Clark gently swatted her hand away as he laughed. "Just one more day. You're waiting till Christmas Eve." Lois turned to him in exasperation. "If you were going to make me wait until then, why did you show it to me now?" He placed his arms around her, turning her to face him and pulling her snugly against him. "Because you are a joy to tempt. You have more childlike spirit than a room full of ten-year-olds, and it's just fun to watch." Lois softened in his embrace, seeing the warmth in his eyes that was only for her. "You'd better be glad I love you, lunkhead. Otherwise, I'd have you arrested for cruelty." Clark laughed, then looked at her expectantly. "So?" he asked softly. "So what?" Clark rolled his eyes. "So what did the tests say?" "Nothing." Clark's face fell. "Nothing?" "Nothing ... yet. He's running so many, he said he'd have to call with the results later, but it would be just as soon as he could." The look of relief that passed over Clark's face was too much to ignore. Lois reached for his hand. "I'm sorry, Clark. I shouldn't tease about this. We both want it too much." Clark smiled gently, leaned over and kissed her. "If it helps makes you less anxious, honey, then I forgive you." Lois smiled against his lips. "Mmmm." As he backed away, she tugged on his tie. "I know something else that'll keep my anxiety level down." Tugging some more, she kissed him once again. Clark closed his eyes and deepened the kiss, momentarily forgetting where they were. A soft voice cut through their gathering haze of love. "It's nice to see that some things haven't changed around here." Lois broke away, her eyes blinking. As they once more focused, a wide smile came over her face. "Alice!" She stood up and the two women embraced. Alice stepped back and smiled somewhat shyly. "I know I'm a little early for the office party, but I'm a bit ... nervous." Clark grinned. "There's nothing to be nervous about, Alice." He leaned over and kissed her cheek. Alice smiled at him. "I see that you haven't absorbed any of Lois' biting sarcasm, Clark. That's good." She winked and continued. "Of course, Perry and I always knew that you'd be able to soften her edges." Clark put his arm around Lois. "No way, Alice. Lois is still the 'hard- bitten reporter' she's always been." Lois smiled at Clark before looking at Alice. "That's right, Alice. It's just more fun now." Alice's smile grew wistful. "Fun. I remember when Perry ..." She stopped and looked at Lois and Clark. "But that's water under the bridge now." Lois reached out and touched Alice's arm. "He still loves you, you know." Alice's eyes grew bright as she patted Lois' hand. "I know, Lois. I know." She took a deep breath. "And I still love that ol' hound dog, too." The three of them stood there silently, no one exactly sure how to get past the awkward moment. Finally, Alice cleared her throat. "Well, shall we get this party started?" Lois smiled brightly. "Absolutely. 'Tis the season and all that." "You two go ahead," Clark urged. "I'm gonna try and drag Perry out of his office and have him join the party." "Just fling him over your shoulder, Clark." Alice said. "I know you're not Superman, but Perry shouldn't be much of a problem for a young man like yourself." She chuckled. "Now wouldn't that be something? Perry bodily carried out of his office." "Why? Is Perry ill?" Continued in part 5 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:52 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 6 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 5 ____________________________ "It means 'Prisoner Of... Whoa!" Jimmy said, finally seeing Clarissa scanning the room like a chickenhawk. Jimmy's spine bristled with feathers. "I .. um ... I have to make a phone call!" "Can't it wait?" Agnes pouted. "I was just starting to have some fun." "It won't take long to call," Jimmy whispered, and crouched down. "It's only three numbers!" He ran, rather like a duck, through the crowd toward the back of the newsroom. Clarissa strode purposefully down the ramp. "The decadence," she muttered. "The waste," she said, and grabbed a potato chip and bit it as if deserved the assault. "I hate the baked ones," she announced, continuing to spread un-cheer in her wake. "Oh, fine," Lois sighed. "I'm glad the wet blanket part on the RSVP was taken to heart." "Honey --" "Hiya, kid." Clam dip and crumbs clinging to his stringy Santa beard, Bibbo stepped into Clarissa's path. "What can Santy get ya fer Chris'mas?" he asked. "*Santy*" she said condescendingly, "can give me a sane world where plant life isn't murdered and then decorated with energy-wasting lights and tinsel that's toxic to enslaved house pets and .." "It ain't nice to want so many things," Bibbo interrupted thoughtfully. "Ya gotta share. How about a nice dolly?" Clarissa drew herself up to her full 5 feet 2 inches and stared 'Santy' in the eye. "Oh, I suppose you want to give me a Barbie doll, another sign of this decadent society." She launched into full rant while Bibbo watched attentively. "Ya know, you're kinda cute when ya get on yer soapbox? Can ya sing? I have a openin' at my club for a torch singer. Ya could maybe get some converts." Clarissa picked up the nearest bowl of clam dip and prepared to launch it at Bibbo. Before she could release the bowl, another hand grabbed it. "Hey shweetheart. Whatcha doin' that for? I like that dip. I haven't seen you around here before." The person's other hand dangled some mistletoe over her head as the slurred voice went on. "How about a little shmoochie?" Clarissa retrieved the bowl and dumped it over the grinning head of Ralph, following up with a right cross that decked him. The rest of the party watched in fascination as Ralph staggered to his feet, still grinning. "I love you too, shweetie." Lois turned to Clark. "Do something!" "Who, me?" Before Clark could move, Clarissa grabbed Ralph and kissed him. "I love you too, Ralph. Why did you dump me?" Lois felt faint. "Ralph dumped Clarissa???" The two star-crossed lovers clasped arms and staggered toward the elevators, talking all the way. Jimmy peeked out from under the table and tugged on Clark's pant leg. "Is it safe to come out?" "Well if you're worried about Clarissa, I'd say you're in the clear, Jim," Clark replied. "Good," Jimmy said as he quickly scampered from under the table. "However," Lois added wryly, "looks to me like your problems are just starting with Agnes." JImmy turned just in time to see Agnes shoot him a look of pure fury and begin making her way through the crowd toward him. "Oh man, what did I do?" "I think you're about to find out, Jimmy." "Maybe it would be better if we left you two alone?" Clark said hastily. "No!" "So this is where you've been hiding," Agnes hissed as she reached Jimmy's side. "Hiding?!.... Me?! er... I wasn't hiding, er well not really..." "Then what were you doing under that table?" "I was, ah...looking for...for...for a contact." "You don't wear contacts, Jimmy." Agnes tapped her foot, still waiting for a good explanation. "Of course not!" He glanced up at Clark. "But CK needs 'em, and he was just showing me this new pair that he was thinking of trying, and one of 'em fell." He glanced at Agnes' tapping foot. "You might wanna be careful ... they're pretty fragile." Agnes jumped back, her face flaming. "Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Kent!" She dropped to her knees and started peering closely at the tiles. "Now, were they just regular contacts, Jimmy?" She picked something up off the floor. Clark took the piece of tape out of her hands and flicked it into a nearby garbage can. "It's ok, Agnes." He shot a warning glance at Jimmy. Jimmy winced again and looked down. "Ah! Here it is!" He brandished something quickly, then closed his fist over it. "I'll just go rinse it off for ya, CK." He backed up a step. "I'll be right back, Agnes, I promise!" Jimmy ducked behind the divider and headed for the men's bathroom. Agnes shook her head, a smile spreading on her face. "He's so sweet, don't you think?" Lois grinned. "Oh yeah. He's been suggesting that Clark get contacts for a while. He's also in favor of an earring." Agnes whirled. "An earring? On Mr. Kent?" Her gaze went to Clark's face, dropped, and was jerked upwards again. "Um...well...you know- I haven't tried the spinach dip yet. I hear it's really good." Her eyes fell again to Clark's feet, lingering along the way, then she wandered quickly away. Clark chuckled. "I don't think she liked the earring idea." Lois linked her arm in Clark's, grinnning. "Actually, I think she liked it a little too much." Clark glanced down at her. "You're kidding?" "Nope." "That's one of the many things I love about you, Clark," Lois said, smiling slyly. "You have no clue how you affect the opposite sex." "Well," Clark said huskily, "there's only one member of that organization I want to 'affect' ... repeatedly." "Ooh, Mr. Kent," Lois laughed. "You sweet-talker." As they moved in for a kiss, a shadow passed between them. "Ah," Morgan Edge interrupted. "The love bird, etc." "That's us," Lois said flatly. "He's 'love bird', and I'm 'et cetera'." "Hm? Oh, a joke, very good ...anyhoo," Edge continued, "I'm thinking about finally dragging this paper into the 21st century." Clark folded his arms. "Mr. Edge, it's Christmas, and--" "Yes, great time of year," he acknowledged. "As I was saying, we need to modernize. This is the visual communications age. Television is way up here," he held his hand out at shoulder level, "and that puts the Daily Planet down around the ankles. It's like the elastic snapped on the Fruit of the Looms, telecommunications-wise," he said, pointing to the floor. "Mr. Edge," Lois said, straining for control. "We're the most respected newspaper in Metropolis, one of the top ten in the world, and we can't squeeze Jerry Springer on to the op-ed page." "No, of course not, but we can put him up on our website!" Edge thundered. Clark shook his head. "Our website?" "All the papers have them now, Kent. They're the happening thing." "Happening thing?" Lois asked. "Like bellbottoms?" "All we need is someone with web savvy to--" "And here he is now!" Clark said, grabbing Jimmy as he passed, a bit of toilet paper trailing on his heel. "Jimmy can tell you all you want to know about the web, Mr. Edge," Clark said, making Jimmy the sacrificial lamb and leading Lois away. He'd think of a good apology gift later. "It's a good thing you pulled me away," Lois said. "I was about to measure his inseam with my knee." Clark laughed. "I had that feeling. Besides," he said cheerily. "I've changed my mind about making you wait. It's time for you to open your present." "Yes!" Lois said, and snatched up the vexing box from her desk. "It's so heavy!" Clark escorted Lois into Perry's office where she hefted the present a couple more times. "Any clues?" "Hm," Clark thought for a moment. "How about 'leagues are forming all over Metropolis'?" "Clark," Lois said, the tiniest 'threat' quality to her voice. "If there's a bowling ball in this box, I'm going to see how far it bounces off Superman's chest." Clark sat down in Perry's chair, folded his arms, and smiled at her adoringly. Lois sighed. "You know I can't resist it when you do that." "I know," he said airily, resting his chin atop his folded arms. Lois set the box on the desk, and began to make short work of the elegant wrapping. Her breath caught as she folded back the tissue inside. "Oh, Clark!" she said, lifting out a small, but heavy statue. "It's 'The Kiss' by Rodin." Her finger lightly traced the intertwined limbs of lovers caught forever in a moment of passion. "Is it?" Clark teased. "I distinctly remember telling the clerk I wanted 'Rodan', the Japanese monster movie." Lois leaned over the desk and kissed Clark. "I love it." "Merry Christmas, sweetheart," Clark said. His hand moved in a blur. "You missed something," he added, and pointed back at the statue. A cameo locket had mysteriously, or not so mysteriously, appeared draped around the statue. "Clark," she cooed as she lifted the delicate necklace. "It's beautiful!" "Well," he said, rising from the chair. "I remember you told me you loved cameos. I thought it was about time I got you one." "When did I tell you that?" "Oh, about four years ago, when we first met the Prankster." Lois threw her arms around his neck. "I think I love you more, just for remembering." "Open it," he whispered against her ear. "Okay," she sighed, her eyes glazing a bit with emotion. The locket folded out into three compartments. There was a photo of Clark in one, Lois in the other, and the center one was empty. "Just in case Klein has good news," he said, and touched the center compartment. "Even if he doesn't, it's a lot of fun practicing." Lois looked into her husband's eyes. "Take me home, Clark," she said softly. "It's time for a little private Christmas." "Okay," he smiled and fastened the locket around her neck. Perry and Alice entered the office just in time to see papers flying. "Who in the Sam Hill opens a window in December!" Continued in part 7 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:56 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 7 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 6 __________________________ Clark's hearing tuned in for a few minutes before he focused on Lois, a grin spreading across his face. Lois caught his smile and felt one beginning on her own face. "What?" Clark chuckled softly. "Nothing. Just that our timing's pretty good." Lois looked at Clark, puzzled. "Timing?" "Mmm hmm. Perry and Alice walked in just as we left." "Oh!" Lois thought for a moment. "Oh?" Clark shook his head, still grinning. "Now what is that beautiful and slightly devious mind of yours thinking?" Lois smile turned soft, her eyes roaming over Clark's face. "Just that I wish Perry had mistletoe up all over his office." Clark pulled her close and kissed her lightly. "Somehow," he murmured. "I don't think Perry or Alice will need mistletoe." Lois closed her eyes, letting the tingling from his light kiss subside. "Mmm," she purred. She opened her eyes and Clark noticed their bright shine. "I think you're right." Clark blew a short puff of air toward the French windows releasing the catch. He landed gently and walked toward the stairs, Lois still in his arms. As he headed toward the bedroom, he planted soft kisses all over her face, talking in between each one. "I don't ... pretend to know ... how much they love each other ..." He paused at the bedroom, kicking it lightly open. He walked to the bed and gently placed Lois on it. Sitting beside her, his hand moved to the side of her face, gently caressing her skin. "But if it's even half of what I feel for you ..." He leaned down and brushed his lips against hers before moving to whisper in her ear. "Then they're both very lucky people." He bent down and nuzzled at her neck. Lois closed her eyes and let the sensations wash over her as Clark continued to plant soft kisses on her neck. She sighed, her arms coming up and around to embrace him and hold him close. Her hands combed through his soft hair, her fingernails lightly tickling him at his ears. She sighed once more and placed her hands on either side of his face, pulling him away from her neck so she could look into his beautiful eyes. "No luckier than we've been in finding each other," she whispered. Her voice husky with emotion, she blinked back the beginnings of tears. Her smile turned shaky as she felt Clark's fingertips gently wipe at the corners of her eyes. She giggled softly when he spoke. In his best imitation of Perry, with love in his eyes, Clark whispered back. "Now, darlin' ... you know I love you more than life itself." They stared into each other's eyes for long moments, letting the love flow between them, no words needed, hands gently caressing skin. With infinite care and slowness, Clark leaned toward Lois, watching her eyes darken as his lips once more found hers. * * * Lois sighed and smiled tiredly, her eyes closed, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking. Softly, she began to hum. Clark raised his head. Smiling gently, he looked at her. "Wishful thinking?" Lois stopped humming and opened her eyes. "Yeah, I guess so." Clark kissed her softly. "We'll know soon enough, honey." "I know. It's just the not knowing that's killing me." Clark yawned. "Yeah. Me too." He pulled the covers up over them. "But, if it makes you feel better, you can hum that to *me*." "Okay, but just this once." Lois snuggled closer to Clark. She smiled as he laid his head at the swell of her breast. Kissing the top of his head, she closed her eyes again and continued to hum "Rock-A-Bye-Baby" until they both drifted off to sleep. * * * Morning, December 24th ... "Right, Mom. I'll pick up you and Dad later today. Yeah ... just in time for dinner ... What? Yes, Lois is cooking ..." Clark chuckled into the phone receiver. "Trust me, Mom. It'll be fine. OK. See you in a couple of hours." Clark hung up the phone and left the kitchen. As he passed through the dining room and got closer and closer to the living room, his smile grew wider. Leaning against the doorway, he looked at the tableau before him. There were boxes all over the room and packing material on the floor. And in the midst of all the clutter, a sight that Clark never thought he would see. Lois, sitting and carefully unwrapping the Christmas tree ornaments his mother had sent from Smallville. A happy Lois. A smiling Lois. His hearing picked up the tune she was softly singing. " ... They know that Santa's on his way ... he's loaded lots of toys and goodies on his sleigh ... and every mother's child is gonna spy ... to see if reindeer really know how to fly ..." Grinning, he walked toward her, careful not to make a sound and disturb her. He stood behind Lois and looked over her shoulder at the ornament she held in her hands. It was a clumsy facsimile of a figure, painted in red and white. Clark shook his head. He remembered when he had made that ornament in school and how proud he had been when Mom put it right in the middle of the Christmas tree. He remembered the hug she'd given him and how she smelled of cinnamon and vanilla and chocolate chip cookies. Only a mother would keep something like that, he thought. He continued to watch as Lois gently ran her hand over the figure, her soft singing continuing. "... although it's been said, many times, many ways ... Merry Chr --" Clark's mouth closed over hers, silencing her for a brief moment. Ending the kiss, he sat back and looked at Lois, loving the dreamy smile on her face. "... Merry Christmas to you," he finished. Lois continued to smile at Clark, holding up the ornament. "Third grade?" Clark nodded. "I think so. Clay figures weren't my specialty back then." Lois cocked her eyebrow in curiosity. "Oh? What was?" "Snowmen. Dad and I would make a whole snow family and dress them in our clothes." Lois chuckled. "I can just see that." "You're in an awfully good mood," Clark commented thoughtfully, "considering what yesterday was like ... and there's still Christmas dinner to get through ..." Lois considered punching him in the stomach for the amused glint in his eye, but decided it wasn't worth it. Besides, he was so adorable when he was teasing her. Carefully setting down the ornament, Lois looked intently at Clark. "Is a master of disguise trying to kill me?" "No ..." "Any Space Rats for sale this year?" "No ..." "Are you sick with a Kryptonian virus?" Clark smiled widely. "Not that I know of. Lois ..." "And ... are we stuck in a time loop?" He checked his watch. "Nope." Lois grinned. "So, this year Christmas is going to be special, Clark. Magic. *You* taught me that, remember?" He slowly nodded. "Yeah, I do." Lois bent toward him, giving him a soft kiss. Leaning back, she cocked an eyebrow at him. "Speaking of remembering, don't you have an appointment?" Clark checked his watch. "Oh, right! I'm supposed to set the star on top of the Christmas tree at Metro General." He looked at Lois. "It shouldn't take very long. Wanna come along?" Lois shook her head. Looking about her, she grinned. "Nah. I'm having too much fun. You go ahead." Clark fixed his eyes on her, a bemused look on his face. "What?" "Nothing. You just look so ... magical." He leaned toward her, kissing her again, letting his lips linger for a moment on hers. Standing, he quickly spun into the red and blue suit and headed to the French windows. Looking at her, he winked and flew out the window. Lois stared after him for a moment before the ringing of the telephone drew her attention away >from the window. Getting up off the floor, she went to the phone. "Hello?" ***** An hour later, the soft click of the French windows opening signaled Clark's return. He softly landed and turned to refasten the window clasp. Quickly spinning back into regular clothes, Clark adjusted his glasses, and smiled at Lois' back. "Miss me?" When there was no response, Clark walked toward Lois, the smile on his face wavering. "Lois? I'm back." Still no response. He stood in front of her. "Lois?" She continued to stare at a point somewhere beyond his shoulder, not seeing him. Growing concerned, he tried again. "Lois? Honey?" He squatted by her chair, his hand reaching out to touch her face. At his soft touch, Lois' gaze turned and focused on him. She blinked twice. "Clark." She smiled. "I didn't see you there." Clark half-smiled. "I know. You were a million miles away, honey. Everything all right?" "Uh huh. Dr. Klein called." Clark's eyes widened. "He did? Did he have the test results?" "Uh huh." "And?" Lois brought her hand up to cover his, leaning her head into the palm. Her eyes were shining and her smile grew wider. "Y'know ... a man takes on so many identities throughout his life. Look at you. To the world, you're Superman. To your parents, you're their son. To me ..." She paused, swallowing the lump that suddenly rose in her throat. "To me, you're my best friend ... my partner ... my husband ... my soulmate ..." Clark smiled at her words. Lois' eyes became even brighter. "You're all of those things, Clark. And so much more." She took a deep breath before continuing. "You've just added another identity, honey ... or should I say ... Daddy." Clark's mouth opened as Lois' words sank in. His other hand moved to gently cover her flat stomach. "You mean ...?" Lois nodded, tears of joy spilling from her eyes. "Dr. Klein confirmed it, Clark. We're going to have a baby." She reached up to run her fingertips along his jawline. "Merry Christmas." Clark moved his hands to gently cradle her face, his thumbs drying her cheeks. "I love you, Lois," he whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. Slowly, he leaned forward, his lips tenderly meeting hers. After a long while, they broke the kiss. Lois smiled and brushed a finger across Clark's moist cheeks. She sighed and nestled into his arms, placed his hands over her stomach, and whispered softly, "It really is." Clark kissed her temple. Tightening his embrace, he murmured. "What?" Lois turned in his arms. "All of this. Christmas ... you ... me ... us ... this baby. It really is a dream come true." Clark moved his hand to brush a strand of hair away from her face. "Not a dream, Lois. It's love. It's ... magic." THE END ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:49 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 5 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS: continued from part 4 __________________________ Alice and Lois both turned toward the voice, and Lois' smile faded as she looked into the eyes of Morgan Edge. Gritting her teeth, she reminded herself that this was a social occasion and for Perry's and Alice's sake, she would *try* to be civil to the man. She shook her head. "No, it's just that Perry sometimes has a hard time pulling himself away from his work. Alice White, I'd like to introduce Morgan Edge." Edge eyed Lois for a moment, as if he were trying to determine if she were friend or foe. Then, quickly, his eyes focused on Alice. With a wide smile on his face, he took Alice's hand, holding it warmly, exuding charm. "Ah, the lovely Alice White. I've heard so much about you." As Morgan Edge charmed Alice, Lois and Clark exchanged glances. They both started talking at the same time. "Excu--" "We just--" "We were just going to say hello to Jimmy. Right, honey?" Lois asked. She gave Clark a look that spoke volumes. This particular volume was titled "101 Ways To Avoid Morgan Edge". Clark nodded. "Right. That's just what I was going to say." The couple headed across the room to Jimmy, pleased to have made a quick escape. Jimmy, however, seemed to be caught up in his conversation with Agnes, so Clark winked at him and took Lois to the conference room instead. "Why don't we just avoid that little disaster. I think we're already on Clarissa's bad side." "Oh, don't remind me!" Lois groaned. Lois looked out the conference room windows. "Looks like this year's party will be even wilder than last year's," she commented. Clark looked over her head. "Honey, I don't think that's possible!" "Well," Lois said, a grin lighting up her face, "I'm sure *I* could make sure this Christmas is a lot wilder for you... if you let me open my package." Clark thought that over for a second. "Interesting as that proposition is, I think we better get back to the party. Maybe if you're a very good girl, I might let you take a peek at your surprise later." "Just a peek?" she pouted. "Just a peek." He pulled her back out to the party. "Lois! Clark! Merry Christmas!" a jovial voice rang out. Both reporters turned to see who it could be. "Santa!" Lois smiled and embraced the 'jolly old elf' from the Coates Orphanage. About two dozen children filed in behind him, their eyes wide with wonder. The Daily Planet newsroom looked like one big playground. "There's some snacks over on that table," Clark said and barely got the sentence out before the children stampeded in the direction he pointed. Santa shrugged. "We really *do* feed them at the orphanage." Lois began to laugh, but stopped in mid-chuckle as a decidedly more seedy looking version of St. Nick exited the elevator. He was surrounded by a throng of 'elves' who looked more like they'd been working in the prison laundry than Santa's toy shop. "Oh, boy," Clark said. "I forgot all about Bibbo." "Bibbo?" the other Santa asked. "Yeah," Clark nodded. "I cau .. er, Superman caught them trying to boost some toys from one of the torched retail stores." "Tis the season," Lois repeated wryly. "Anyway, they said they were going to give the toys to the orphans, so Superman helped them make a deal with the store owner." "That's nice," Santa said. "At least their hearts are in the right place." "Merry Christmas!" Bibbo shouted, then belched. "His heart's in the right place," Lois whispered. "It just happens to be pickled." "Uh, I'll take care of him, honey," Clark said, and hastily moved toward the elevator landing. "Hiya, sport!" Bibbo Claus said, and clamped down on Clark's hand. "You must be that buddy 'o Sooperman's he jawed about?" "Yeah, I guess that's me. Just call me Clark." "Sooperman's my fav'rite, ya know!" "I know," Clark sighed, and fanned the distilled air issuing from Bibbo. "I think you and your ... elves can find lots of food at the table over there. Those are the kids from the orphanage there now. I'm sure they'd love to .. see you." "Thanks, sport!" Bibbo boomed, and slapped him on the back, setting Clark's glasses at a bit of an angle. Clark straightened his glasses with a loud sigh as he watched the Suicide Slum denizens make their way to the buffet table. "Sometimes maybe Superman is just a little *too* good," Lois said, finally catching up to her husband. As they turned to head back down to the party, the elevator dinged again. The doors slid slowly open to reveal Drs. Klein and Friskin in a fervent embrace. Lois and Clark looked at each other and laughed. Lois cleared her throat and the couple jumped guiltily apart. "Oh. Lois. Clark. Um, we're here, dear." Dr. Friskin looked around. "So I see, Bernie." She smiled warmly at Lois and Clark. "Thank you so much for inviting us to the party. Lois, can I have a word with you?" Lois raised her eyebrows at Clark who obligingly led Dr. Klein toward the food. "Lois, I was called down to the local precinct to examine a newly arrested prisoner. When I arrived, I was surprised...well, maybe not surprised, to find it was that strange girl that was at your house for Thanksgiving." Lois groaned. "Not Clarissa again?" She glanced over to where Jimmy was still deep in conversation with Agnes. "Don't tell me she's been released." "I'm afraid so. She certainly has some strange convictions but she's not insane, and she really didn't do anything to warrant being locked up." Lois groaned again just as the elevator let out yet another passenger. Lois sighed with relief and gave a small smile when she saw Ralph exiting on to the newsroom floor. Swaying slightly he returned her smile and hurried down the ramp. "Merry Christmas, Loo-isss!" he slurred as he wrapped her in a massive bear hug. Lois extricated herself from Ralph's clutches. "Merry Christmas, Ralph," she replied flatly. "You don't sound very cheery," Ralph pouted. "And you've got a firm grasp of the obvious," Lois replied sharply. "Huh?" Lois shook her head. Even under the best of circumstances, engaging in a battle of wits with Ralph was fighting an unarmed opponent. Under the influence of Kessel's high octane eggnog he was even more of a dim bulb than usual. She looked around the room and spotted the perfect conversation partner for him. "Ralph," she asked sweetly, "have you met Morgan Edge?" "Nope," Ralph hiccupped. "Good. Come with me." Lois started to walk with Ralph toward her quarry, but spied something out of the corner of her eye. Pushing Ralph in the general direction of Edge, she explained as she walked off. "He's right over there next to the clam dip. He's the one *standing,* Ralph." She watched for a quick moment to make sure that Ralph made it to Edge's side. As soon as he did, she turned her attention back in the other direction. Taking a deep breath, she headed toward Perry's office, knocked on the open door and entered. "Now who needs to put away his work? Let's go to the party, Perry." She stood before his desk, her eyes widening at Perry's expression. "Perry?" Clearing his throat, he began. "Now, Lois ..." "Perry, don't 'now, Lois' me. I know you're nervous about Alice. But everything will be fine." When Perry's look didn't change, Lois continued. "Did you ever stop to think that maybe *she's* just as nervous?" At that question, Perry's eyebrow shot up. "Alice? Nervous? About what?" Lois shook her head. "Chief, you certainly don't need me to tell you anything." She leaned forward and whispered. "There's nothing to be concerned about. You're among people who care about you and Alice." Perry let out a long breath. "Aw, darlin' I know that. It's just ..." "Perry. I'm going to tell you something that someone once told me." Perry looked at Lois. "Go ahead." "It's not the years, Chief... it's the moments that count. Like right now. You love Alice, right?" Perry nodded. Lois smiled. "And she loves you. The rest you'll work out. Together." Lois felt her eyes grow misty at the look of hopefulness in Perry's face. "I wish I could believe that, Lois." "Believe it, Perry. It's the season. Magic is bound to happen." "She's right, Chief." Lois and Perry looked toward the door at the sound of Clark's voice. Entering the office, he smiled, looking directly at Lois. "Anything's possible, Perry. You just have to believe." Lois returned his smile. Perry looked at the two of them, his mind flashing back to a time when he and Alice had looked at each other like that. Suddenly it hit him. He wanted that again. Clearing his throat, he smiled tightly. "Well, then ... let's get this party rolling." Walking toward the door, flanked by his ace reporters, Perry felt as if he could conquer the world. Or at least win back Alice. Behind him, Lois and Clark held hands. Lois sighed and rested her head on Clark's shoulder as Perry blended into the crowd. "I think they'll be okay." "They will," Clark agreed and kissed the top of her head. "What about you?" he asked. "Me? Oh .. the baby?" "Mm hmm," he nodded. "Because I want you to know, no matter what the news is--" "I know," she smiled. "I love you too." "I have to admit," Clark said. "I'm kind of nervous ... I can't stop thinking about it." Lois sighed with relief and hugged him. "Thanks for saying that, Clark. I'm about to explode waiting to hear. I don't want to get my hopes up, but--" "I know," he said softly. "Me too." If there was a cosmic center to counter-balance sweet moments, it was located in Metropolis. The elevator opened, and Clarissa, with "P.O.W" painted on her t-shirt, entered the Daily Planet newsroom. Agnes, happily chatting away with Jimmy 'your number's up' Olsen, casually glanced up at the 'intruder'. "She's cute," Agnes commented. "What does P.O.W mean?" Continued in part 6 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 08:56:36 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: NEW FANFIC: "ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS" Part 1 of 7 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit ALL I WANT FOR CHRISTMAS An IRC Round Robin by Zoomway(zoomway@aol.com);chrispat(cp13607@aol.com); CrystalW(JCWimmer@aol.com); Misha (mhall@sound.net); Eraygun(Eraygun@aol.com);Mackteach(Mackteach@aol.com); Lansbury(lansbury1@aol.com);SUPERfan(CKandLL4ever@juno.com) _______________________________ Morning - December 23 Lois stood in the front yard of the Coates Children's Home surrounded by a throng of young expectant faces. All eyes were skyward waiting for the hero of the hour. Only in Metropolis would the children be waiting for a man in blue tights rather than one in red velvet, but either way, Superman was just as magical to them. A large white mitten tapped Lois' shoulder. She turned and smiled. "Santa, I think you're being upstaged today." Santa shrugged and laughed. "Even I look forward to Superman helping out the kids this time of year. You remember Danielle, Ms. Lane?" "Oh yes, the little girl who couldn't speak," Lois said, finally recognizing *what* Santa she was speaking to. "How is she?" "Well," he beamed. "It's been exactly one year since her adoption, and that kid who was sort of her protector, he's her big brother now." He paused as Superman began to descend with a huge red bundle. "And maybe Superman would like to know that." "I'll be sure to tell him," Lois said, watching the elf in blue tights suddenly mobbed by children. "It's kind of a shame," Santa mused softly, "that Superman does so much for children, but has none of his own. I have a feeling he'd be a great father." "He will," Lois sighed. "Er.. would! I meant *would* be a good father ... Uh, would you like to come to the Daily Planet Christmas party tonight, Santa?" Lois asked, abruptly changing the subject. "Give the kids a treat?" "Thank you, Ms. Lane," he said and chuckled loudly. "I'll be there with sleigh bells on!" "Great," Lois said, and then looked quickly from left to right as children, flanking her on both sides, hustled her toward Superman. "We're short of elves," Santa winked, and put a cap on Lois' head. Jimmy elbowed through the crowd with his camera and snapped a photo of Lois. "Jimmy, if I see this on *any* page of the Planet, I'll delete all of your bookmarks, even the 'Cowgirls in Spurs' site." Jimmy swallowed. "Research .. it was all research," he stuttered. "I'll, uh, just get some more photos of Superman now." "I would." Lois smiled up at Clark. "Need some help, Superman?" "Yes, I could use some help," he said, and tried not to laugh. "No comment about my hat?" she asked dryly. "Uh .. not right now. Superman doesn't lie and Superman doesn't want a black eye either." An hour later, Lois and Superman stood with Santa watching the kids play with their new toys. Jimmy was still snapping photos for the Sunday edition. Santa shook Superman's hand. "Thank you for making this a special day for the kids. Will you be at the Daily Planet later?" Lois and Superman exchanged glances. "I'll try to make it, Santa, but you know how it is..." Santa laughed. "Yes. A Superman's work is never done. Merry Christmas and thanks again." Superman turned to Lois. "Would you like a lift to the Planet, Lois?" "You mean Superman Express?" Lois asked with a smile. "Sure. Clark is probably wondering where I am. We were supposed to meet there an hour ago." "Oh, yeah. We don't want him to get suspicious, do we?" he grinned. He swept her up in his arms and leapt into the sky, leaving Santa gazing after them with a quizzical expression on his face. As they soared over Metropolis, Lois smacked him on the arm. "Now you've got poor Santa wondering what's going on between us." Clark nuzzled her hair. "I know what I'd like to have going on between us now, but I think I can wait till after the party...or do we need to stop off at home to pick up anything?" "I'd love to stop off at home, but I can't think of a thing I need besides you." She whispered the words into his ear, grateful that they were high enough that their actions were hid from observers. He kissed her cheek gently. "Then it's off to work." ***** Clark delivered them safely on the roof. He changed quickly out of the Superman costume and the couple descended the stairs to the city room. They both raised their eyebrows, impressed by the Daily Planet's elaborate decorations. It was slightly more grandiose than it had been the year before, and best of all, no nasty little imp hiding in the background. "I don't really mean to bother you," A voice intruded. "But I figured I needed to meet you before you two snuck off to the cloak room." Lois stared at the well-dressed stranger, waiting impatiently for him to get to the point as he extended his hand to Clark and shook it firmly. Clark bristled slightly at the man's touch. There was something cold about him, something slightly reptilian. "And you are?" Clark asked warily. "Morgan Edge," the man replied as he took Lois' hand. "Very pleased to meet you, Mr. Kent, and you too Miss Lane." He glanced at Clark and winked. "Or should I call you Mrs. Kent?" "Lane will do just fine." Lois removed her hand from his at the earliest possible moment. "So how do you know us and why are you here, Mr. Edge?" "To the point. I like that in a reporter." Morgan leaned on the nearest divider. "I'm going to be working with Perry for a while. He needed a little personal time, and management decided I was the best man for the job." He seemed to preen just a bit at that comment. "I'm the Planet's bureau chief in Los Angeles." Lois' eyebrow rose. "I see." Her views on the LA office as the dumping ground for sycophants, cronies and bad writers had been voiced at the top of her well-trained lungs many times in the past few years. Few of the staffers who had been at the Planet for more than six months had missed out on hearing her opinion. "Linda King has told me so much about you, it's like I know you already." "Oh, really?" Clark tried to hide his wince at Lois' tone. "You know Linda?" Morgan grinned and winked. "We do lunch all the time. Nothing she's told me has been at all contradicted by anything I've seen." Clark cleared his throat. "Does Linda work for the LA Bureau?" Morgan looked up. "Oh, no. She's got far too much talent for that." "Like this guy could tell talent if it bit him," Lois muttered behind her teeth, certain that Clark could hear every word. Clark eased his hand up Lois' shoulder, attempting to calm her. "What is she doing?" "Oh, this and that." Morgan teetered his hand back and forth. "Last I heard she was co-producing a splendid little drama for ABC." "Oh, how nice for her." Lois smiled, showing enough teeth for a rabid pirahna. "Lois..." The warning tone in Clark's voice made her look up at him. "Yes, Clark?" She was almost sorry for wanting to rip off Morgan's head verbally. "Isn't it almost time to go and meet that source..." Clark's eyes were begging for a way out of the room. "You know ... the, uh ..." "For the Christmas tree arson?" Lois grabbed onto the excuse, suddenly wanting to be as far away from Morgan Edge and the sense of the slime that collects in the bottom of old kitchen garbage cans as she could. "Yes." "I thought you'd never remember." She grabbed her purse and coat and the sleeve of Clark's jacket. "It's been nice meeting you. We'll see you around, buh-bye!" The final syllables were tossed over her shoulder as they hurried up the ramp. Lois banged on the down button until the doors slid slowly open, and hustled Clark into the elevator with a few sneaking glances past his shoulder at Edge, still leaning against her desk. He was smiling at the new intern, Agnes. At the ding of the doors, Lois threw herself into Clark's arms. "Eww..." She shuddered. "I don't like him, Clark." Clark wrapped his arms tightly around her. "I know, Lois." He kissed her forehead. "I think he might be the only one in a three desk radius who didn't realize that." She looked up at him. "Please tell me this isn't a real emergency." Clark grinned. "I didn't want to have to call the paramedics if you'd kept talking to him...and..." He dropped his gaze to her shoulder. "I didn't really like him either."" "Oh, Clark." Lois' smile was as bright as it was sudden. "Thank you for being so...human." She drew his head down to hers. They were still kissing when the elevator doors opened. Lois and Clark released their clinch at the sound of applause in the Daily Planet lobby. "Matinees Monday through Friday," the cashier at the snack stand shouted. Clark blushed fiercely as he ushered Lois through the revolving door. "Remind me, honey, that the 'ding' means *stop*." "I kind of like it," Lois sighed wistfully. "I always wanted to be on stage when I was a little girl." "Well," he said, wrapping an arm around her as a chilly gust of wind caught them. "You have the talent for it." Lois smiled wickedly. "You have talent too, but it would get the theater raided." Clark laughed and turned away from the Jeep. "Hey," Lois protested. "What's the big idea?" "Well, I got a tip just before we left for the Coates Orphanage and I have someone I want to talk to. He hangs out in the park. It's not far to walk." Lois snuggled deeper against Clark as the wind gusted again. "Who?" "Tony "Donut" Ratzenburg." "Charming," Lois smiled. "Never heard of him. I wish Bobby Bigmouth wasn't visiting his folks at Leavenworth." "It's the holidays, honey. Even informants need time with their families," Clark said, and then scanned the park quickly. "There he is." "*Him*?" Lois asked, her eyes the size of saucers. "He's a cop." "A subway cop, but since the subway is renovating, the park hired him to look imposing." Lois nodded. "I knew the park commissioner was a crook." Clark cleared his throat. "Hi, Tony," he said and shook the 'imposing' 110-pound officer's hand. "Clark, whaddya say?" He smiled and glanced at Lois. "And who's the talent?" Clark beamed with pride. "This is my wife, Lois Lane, Tony." "Hey, so Clark isn't a hermit after all! Nice to meet you, Mrs. Kent." Continued in part 2 ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 14:32:40 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: Alt.Universe and happy wishes... Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Having just recently caught "Lois and Clarks" on TNT and reading a post mentioning the resolution of the Alt. Lois scenario, I decided to sift through my many disks and reread "Through the Looking Glass"--the S5 episode--dealing with just that predictament. It was wonderful!!! I would love to see that made into TV episode/movie. Kathy B. did a wonderful job! Before I had read it, "Lois and Clarks" had pained me (I couldn't stand to see Alt. Clark so sad), but now I feel reassured that all is right in Alt. Metropolis. Once again, Kathy, you did a fantastic job. Also, while, I have everyone's attention, I would like to tell all of FoLCdom that I have enjoyed the listserv, the sites and the stories (oh, how I love the stories!). Keep up the fantabulous work and have a glorious new year!!! FoLC until the end of time...err, maybe even longer, Layney ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 20:41:08 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: Log Manager method Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit For the record, Marie's ( ChoirGirl2@aol.com) Log Manager method for multiple part stories also works quite well with newsgroups as well. SAAALLLUUUTTE!!!!!!!!! Hey does anybody else know any neat tricks they would like to share? Bud ========================================================================= Date: Wed, 23 Dec 1998 21:15:44 -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: Searching for a story In-Reply-To: <006201be2e48$bd4b6330$35c9a8c0@hammerschmidt.softm-ag.de> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >It was about that Clark in the parallel world had found his Lois. >She had to be a while in hospital where her mother visited her. >After being released from the hospital Clark let her stay with him >in his apartment. There they get to know each other better. >And Dan Scardino was Lois's fiance. > >Does anyone know the title and author of the fanfic story >and/or where I can find it? Partners, Friends, And ... by Nicole (CKgroupie on IRC) It's on the Archive at http://lcfanfic.actwd.com/stories2/partfrnd.txt 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: Thu, 24 Dec 1998 00:21:54 PST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Eilonwy Jamison Subject: archive troubles Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain I don't know if I am the only one that is actually on the computer right now, but I am having a lot of trouble connecting to the archive today. My computer says that the server can not be found. Is someone doing major reconstruction or what? I am sorry if it sounds as if I am complaining, but I miss my fanfic. I would appreciate any advice of explanation from any person. Thanks! BTW I was wondering if anyone had ever met anyone who resembled any of the characters in LnC! Just a little brain food over the Christmas holiday! Happy Holidays everyone! A FoLC who needs her LnC fix for the day, Eilonwy Jamison ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:15:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 0 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Rama@canwetalk.com The characters in this story are copyrighted by December 3rd Production, Warner Bros. And elements of the story that follows are based on a Charles Dickens Classic. No infringement is intended in any part by the author. However, the ideas expressed within this story are copyrighted by the author. I have lurked in silence on this list for perhaps a year or more ; so this is my first fanfic. Although, I started the piece during the summer, it is a Christmas Fic. This piece has a great deal of my soul invested in it. A month after I started to write this story, I fell into a coma and almost died. Over a dozen doctors had felt sure I would die and told my family so. You see... I had experienced complete renal failure, an enlarged pancreas, acute heart failure, and my lungs weakened and required the use of a respirator to breathe. To top all of this the doctors were convinced if I lived there would be permanent brain damage. So, for a month as my body struggled to survive my family thought I was lost forever to them. A month later a miracle happened and I woke from my coma. Three months later, my kidneys are working at 100% and there are no other major lasting debilitations. My major care physician in retrospect told me that in the sixteen years he had been a trauma surgeon I was the sickest patient he had ever seen survive. He also told me he was now convinced that a spiritual hand had guided him. So, I felt compelled to finish my little story. Because, you see... I am a living testament of a life being both blessed with a divine intervention and given a second chance. (Also, I wanted to give Lois what I've always wanted for Christmas.) ;-) I wish you all a most blessed holiday. ( Oh by the way please accept my apologies for any typos, grammer problems, etc. that may plague this story. I quickly edited it myself. I really really wanted to make my deadline ... "Christmas Eve." Your suggestions and comments are most welcome.) The story evolved from my idea that an alternate world Lois would probably react much like the other Lois. Our Lois took years to accept her love for Clark... that took days ... and days ... and days... of working together for her to feel comfortable enough to accept him in her life. Her walls of protection were just too high. And well, where does that leave our alternate Clark? 1. As the world had discovered his powers, it would be hard for them to work at The Planet together... slowly growing closer. 2. Lois probably spent years being tortured and suffering in the years she was missing. Her protective walls would be higher than our Lois. Her ability to trust would just about have been snuffed out. 3. It was Christmas Eve and time and circumstances were not on his side. 4. He needed help. Powerful Help! ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:26:54 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 5 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit The door abruptly opened and she ran as far as her state of health could take her. She knew he would come looking for her; he always would. She just couldn’t have him die trying to save what was left of her. Exiting the cave, she saw daylight. The sun seemingly started dancing for her. Everything was so beautiful, “ Oh God... I hope I’m not dead yet.” She had wandered into a field of wildflowers. Lois felt her legs collapse as her head was cushioned by the gentle hands of a man whose arm was covered by a brightly colored blue spandex sleeve. “Lois... what’s wrong? Do you need to go to the hospital?” she could see the apprehension in his face growing as she didn’t respond. “Clark, I want you to listen to me, and not do or say anything. OK?” she waited for his answer. “Lois, I would never do anything to hurt you... you know that! I will promise to hear you out,” he just stared at her with an incredulous expression of panic towards which she didn’t know how to respond. “Luthor called me this evening... he wanted me back. So he created this fortress of Kryptonite, to keep me in, just inside that cave. Clark, even the ground is glowing. You can never go in there do you understand?” He simply nodded. “Find some way to seal the cave off... so no one will ever be able to get in." Lois took a single intake of breath, her breathing coming harder. " Please understand... there would have been no way to save me....he created a Kryptonite box to live in, you would have never been able to get me out. And I had to go in there... Lex was going to kill people.” She noticed his concern at her distressed breathing and added, “Clark, I don’t have much time. I’m dying. Lex is dead. I poisoned both of us." "Lois No! ... tell me you didn't do it!" he could barely breathe. "The bottle of champagne I was given the day I got my Pulitzer. I had poison put in it and the cork and seals perfectly replaced the next day. At the time, I wanted to make certain I never drank from it." Small tears were coming down her face. " Not having any control. I couldn’t bear to lose the one thing that meant more to me than almost anything ... to a drinking problem. So, I took it with me tonight. It was the only thing I could think of. Because, it finally dawned on me that it meant nothing when compared to your life or anyone else’s. He’s not going to hurt anyone ever again. I had to make sure.” he reached for her and cradled her in his arms. Her words were beginning to become almost soundless. He would have been forced to read her lips had it not been for his super hearing. “Clark, I wrote you a letter... it’s on my desk at my house. Read it. Please find a way to forgive me for everything I’ve done,” she raised her hand up to his cheek and kissed the arm that was supporting her head. “Lois... please, don’t leave me! I love you. I can’t go on without you.” He was reduced to feeling rather than hearing the words slip from her mouth by allowing his fingers to brush her lips, “I love you too.” And then he was alone. Rising up from the ground, he picked her body up and carried it up into the sky. Some time later he found his way to her apartment. He gently laid her on her sofa to cross the room and read her letter. ************** Dear Clark: If you are reading this letter... then I’m dead. Don't worry, there isn’t anyone else to break the news to. All of my family are dead. The only real thing I still have left in this world will be the memories you will hold in your heart of me. Please Clark... carry on for me. Be strong. I know I haven’t included you physically in my life for so many years, but don't think you haven’t been right there with me. Always you’ve been in my heart, every day and every night. I only wished I had found the courage to really be there for you. Trust me... I'm not trying to make an excuse, but Clark I was afraid. I didn’t know how to open up ... to be hurt again. They say loving is an act of courage ... I guess I lost that until now. I went to Luthor’s hideout today, because I think I’m the only one who can stop him. Obviously, if you’re reading this letter I didn’t get away. Clark my whole life has been about me... winning a Pulitzer for me, protecting my feelings for me .... etc. For once I needed to find the courage to do something that was bigger than me. Maybe, I guess I just wanted to be a Hero like you. Actually, I think I just wanted for once to be your hero. Love Forever, Lois Know that I loved you. Don’t ever think I didn’t *************** He carefully, lifted her head from the sofa and lay back down with her body draping his. Holding her, he simply wept. Maybe he would continue the remainder of his life. The center of his world had just been snuffed out. *************** As the casket closed over Lois’s still body, a small voice sobbed “Please...Please ... Please let me live again! Let me go back. Give me another chance. I won’t screw up this time... Please...I’ll make it up - to everyone. Please!” Trying desperately to move her now lifeless arms she grew frantic. Hearing the sounds of dirt being bulldozed, she almost missed the sound of Clark crying. She had never heard anyone crying like that ... she had never felt so much despair. Her last plea, “ I can let this happen to the people I love... Lucy, Mom... Clark. Oh God, Clark... please let me go to Clark. He needs me... Please.” Her arms felt just as stiff ... but somehow she could sense the presence of another. “Lois... what’s wrong? “her eyes opening to find her head laying on top of Clark’s bare chest. His heart beating fast and loud. His neck had crooked up to look down on her, his breathing now growing rapidly. “I’m fine... I’m... I guess I just had a really bad dream.” She could see that he seemed to calm somewhat. Her trembling was starting to cease. But how on Earth was she going to explain his waking up to find her in his arms. “I‘m really sorry about being here. I’ll go back to the couch, that is if you’ll be more comfortable.” She took her hand and attempted to wipe the tears away that she had deposited on his chest. Touching her hand softly, “ Lois, if you need me to be here for you... I will. I always will be.” His words almost shocked her as an old fear deep inside her chest had half expected him to pull back. “Thank you,” before tonight she would have never trusted a man who had said that. “Do you want to talk about it? Was your nightmare about Luthor? Believe me Lois, I will never let him hurt you again... do you understand? " he was obviously very affected by her emotional state. “No... not really. I’ve just lost so much time Clark. I have so much I want to do. There are so many people that I need to make amends to. And I’m really scared. I can’t screw up... not this time ... I mean now that I have a second chance.” He could hear the crack of emotion in her voice. “Lois ... you’ve got to believe everything is going to be all right. I’ll help you.” “I’ll like that... and... I’ll also like to get to know you better. If that’s all right with you?” Avoiding his eyes, she laid her head back down on his chest. “Well I thought you’d never ask? ”he grinned. How could this woman now be so trusting and accepting of him. Dare he hope ... it would last. “Would it be all right if I slept here... I mean don’t get the wrong impression. It’s just I feel safe with you.” She had no clue ... she had just said perhaps the most beautiful words in the entire universe excepting perhaps ... those three magical little words. “I wouldn’t have it any other way, Ms. Lane.” “Good night Clark” “Good night Lois” “And Lois... just one more thing.” “What?" “No more unhappy thoughts, nightmares, ghosts, goblins or any other creatures that go bump in the night. OK?” “I hope not Clark... believe me I’ve had enough for a lifetime. Oh... and Clark Merry Chirstmas. ” Lois for the first time in a very long while felt she was exactly where she was supposed to be. "Merry Christmas Lois," Clark had never loved a holiday more. **** The next two weeks were very busy for Lois. She contacted her mother, and saw to it that she received the immediate medical help she needed. Lucy came to Metropolis to see her sister and hopefully start a new life with Lois's help. And on top of getting her old job back at the Planet and bringing several world class news stories to print, several human interest stories were also given birth. In addition, she gave lots of hugs, smiles and little “I’ve missed you” presents to extremely stunned, old neighbors, old class mates, old colleagues and just plain strangers. The rest of her free time Lois gave to the care of orphans and the homeless. Lois was very, very, very busy but definitely a changed woman. And on top of everything else, she nurtured her new friendship with Clark. He was in paradise. Not only did Lois request his help in finding a new apartment. She asked him to lunch and dinner almost every day. They were quickly becoming best friends. And he kept his heart open that someday.... **** Clark woke up Saturday morning with a smile. Climbing out of bed, and quickly washing up and brushing his teeth he went to the door to get his paper. The newspaper was tied up with a red satin bow and a small card noticeably attached. On the outside there was just one word “CLARK” written in bold gold lettering. Quickly fumbling to get the card open, it read: Attend the most exclusive, happening, cool and swankiest party ever. Top of the Daily Planet Building. Tonight. 11:00 PM. SHARP LOIS “Well Ms. Lane, I am definitely not going to miss that... how could I refuse!” Barely subduing his excitement while he put the invitation on the table next to his bed he whispered, “Tonight...” **** Lois was standing near the edge of the roof gazing down on her Metropolis. She remembered a hundred nights locked up in Luthor’s lair while she dreamt this scene in her mind... easing herself to sleep. But now, no matter what happened she was determined to live each day to the fullest. The coolness of the night did not distract her from the warmth being internally generated. She had bought a lot of presents in the last two weeks, but none were more special than the one she had for Clark. She had been planning tonight for two weeks. Everything, including the food and wine she wanted perfect. Laying his gift squarely in the middle of the picnic blanket, all she needed now was Clark. “Am I late?” He landed on the roof. “No... right on time, ”seeing him with her peripheral vision. His feet immediately stopped at the edge of the roof as he mentally calculated all the expense and trouble she had to have invested. “Lois? I don’t have words...” his eyes refused to believe what she had done for him.. “You don’t need em... this is my little way of saying thanks... for saving me... for looking after me and giving my life back.” Her smile was rapidly in danger of taking over her entire face. He was standing and grinning back with no words coming to his brain. She looked gorgeous. “I didn’t know that this was going to be formal... be back in one second,” with that he disappeared in a blur of colors. Then, barely blinking an eye, he was standing right next to her again in a black tuxedo. God... she never thought anyone could look that good. She might definitely lose her nerve. His thoughts mirrored hers. Continued in Part 6 Rama@canwetalk.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:18:09 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 1 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit This is a story of the alternate Lois after being brought back to Metropolis by her Clark. No Power on Earth: The Day Before Christmas By Rama (Rama@canwetalk.com) The curtains blew back as he lifted Lois into his apartment window. "Lois I know you don't know me that well... but you have to trust that I won't hurt you. You could stay here as long as you need until you get your own place ... OK?" he could only hope. He knew she probably would and should contact her family or people that she knew. "I don't know you ... you're right." Lois hesitated and looked into the hardwood floor as if it held the answers she needed. This man had told her he loved her, and not knowing her more than two hours. "So, tell me about yourself?" she noticed that his breathing appeared as if it had stopped. In fact, he looked as if he was preparing himself for her to reject his offer. "I don't entirely know what to say! " What should he say? She had seen him fly for God sakes. "My name is Clark Kent ... although more people know me now by my other name Superman. You see, I come from another planet called Krypton." He took a small breath and led Lois to sit next to him on the sofa. "The planet exploded. My parents saved me by sending me to earth when I was just a little baby. Thank God my adopted parents, the Kents, found me and raised me until I could protect myself. They were killed in a car accident when I was very young." She noticed that his breath became a little distressed as he paused momentarily. "I then kinda bounced from place to place until I came to Metropolis and got a job at The Planet. I'm a reporter. At least I was until they came. " He suddenly stopped to look directly into her eyes. Would she be able to understand the rest.... he wondered. "H. G. Wells, the Time Machine and the other Lois... I mean." Pausing again, he wondered how to explain the other Lois and what she meant to him. And now, her... the woman he felt somehow destined to love forever. "She made me realize that I was meant to use my gifts to help people. It wasn't right for me to shy away from my destiny just because I was scared. She made me Superman. But that disguise didn't work and my real identity was exposed as Clark Kent on TV. After everyone found out who I was... I didn't have much of a private life." She could sense Clark was holding back a lot. After spending so much time confined she could sense when a person was trying to hide pain. "My fiancé Lana left me and the other Lois went back to her universe. That left me here in my world hoping that someday I would find you." He didn’t think that he should add ** to spend my life with** considering Lois’s eyes had completely glazed over. Her eyes clearly expressed that he had said enough for one evening ... a couple thousand evening in fact. “Well, Clark... Superman... that is really intriguing”. She felt her eyes almost start watering as they searched for a door to get away from this ...this... madman. Then as if remembering, that he had just flown her into the window, a feat hard to explain , unless she was crazy too. She didn’t want to be crazy. The best thing was just to get some sleep, if she wasn’t dreaming already..." maybe we should just get some rest. I’m sure this will look better in the morning, ”and if tomorrow she woke up and he was still here, God help her, she would ditch him. Somehow! Lois Lane, Mad Dog Lane, was back and was finally going to win that Pulitzer. Luthor had kept her locked up for years, but she was not about to let him or this kindly "super person" get in the way of her much deserved Pulitzer. It was finally her time to be in the sunlight. “Okay, let me get you some blankets and a pillow,” he felt somehow defeated. He just didn’t know how to reach that part of her that he had seen in the other Lois. That part just looked dead - trampled to be more exact. “Here you are... I’ll make it up for you,” he sighed. As he prepared the couch, Lois slowly took a look around the room. For the first time, she noticed the Christmas decorations. Not too much to be tacky, but enough that she should have noticed when she entered the room. "It's Christmas?" She seemed to be taken back by the shock. While talking, her eyes were suddenly drawn towards a little tree sitting in the corner of the room. It was the scrawniest thing she had ever seen. Even the miniature decorations and tinsel didn't help it much. "Yeah, Christmas Eve? You didn't know?" his heart was filling up with sadness for her. He didn't even want to think about how she had suffered and the deprivation she had barely survived. Noticing where her eyes were drawn, he suddenly felt very protective, " Every year I go to buy a Christmas tree and I guess I tend to lean towards the trees that look kinda forgotten. Maybe I don't like the feeling that the little trees will be lonely on Christmas." "That's sweet Clark... and no I didn't know." “Good night Lois... if you need anything, I’ll just be over here.” “Clark... thanks! and good night too,” guilt rising to the surface, it now somehow sounded skimpy not to even thank a man approperly who had just rescued her from Lex . “ I mean that... too,” she even decided to add some over dramatic arm waving in an attempt to fool him. Try as much as she could there was just no way she felt she could feel even warm towards him or anyone else. Nowadays, she just felt sad and kinda hollow .* I guess I may never be able to open myself towards anyone again... even someone as sweet as this man * She felt the need to apologize but stopped herself, * What’s the use... I’m going to break his heart anyway ; let him get some sleep first* Burying her head in the pillow at the same moment, she heard him turn the lamp off near his bed. “Lois Lane... wake up” a sweet voice somehow familiar was jarring her out of her slumber. “Clark?... who is that?... Hello? ... what do you want?” she barely mumbled, eyes shut. “There is still hope for you Lois Lane. It is time for us to leave,” the voice suddenly sounded impatient. “Time to go where?... who are you?... go away !” Lois had finally gotten her eyes open to see a ghostlike figure standing not four feet from the couch. It looked like her, only about ten years younger. The spirit was wearing a long shimmering gown that appeared to be made of woven gold and pearls. It looked as though there was a warm glow radiating off her nearly translucent skin. Lois could not have ever imagined herself looking this beautiful. She just stared. “I am the Ghost of Christmas Past. Tonight you will be visited by three spirits. I am but the first. You must listen and learn because you, Lois Lane, are being given the chance to save yourself. It is now time to leave, ” the ghost naturally expected to hear her objections. “I don’t know what I ate yesterday to cause me to hallucinate you... and if I’m dreaming , you have to go away. This isn’t funny. It’s like I’m living through... what's that story ... yeah... I remember “A Christmas Carol”. I hated that movie. If this is a dream, I just have to wake up”. She started to shake herself hopping that she could. “I assure you that I am real. This is no story. Follow me.” the apparition pointed at Lois and she stood up from the couch and felt her legs slowly walking toward the apparition without her assistance. “I’ll go with you ... just let me walk on my own. Please?” Lois felt defeated as she followed the beautiful spirit towards Clark’s bedroom. “We will wake him... won’t we? " She really didn’t know if she preferred Clark to be a part of this nightmare of hers or not. At least maybe if he woke she would know if it were real. “He will not wake until morning,” Lois watched as she saw the ghost blow small shards of crystal looking flakes over his face. He twitched and fell into a deeper slumber. “This way.” She took Lois's hand and led her to his bureau and slowly pulled her through the glass. Seeing the glass go through her skin she was amazed there was no pain or blood. The darkness was suddenly flooded with light, sunshine and the sound of birds singing. “Do you know where you are Lois?” she waited patiently for her to adjust to her surroundings. “Yes! But this place was torn down. I can’t really be here. You know I’ve dreamt of this place... So many times” She saw faces that she now knew were dead... faces that had aged... faces that now only lived in yearbooks and her dreams. “What day is it?” “December 22 ... you know what year." She arched her finger so that Lois would follow her up the stairs toward the school courtyard. Remembering the old feelings her past were stirring up, “Please don’t make me go there... I can’t...” the pain caused her to almost feel wind rustling in her ears. “I can’t live through that again.” Without taking her eyes off the spirit she noticed that she was floating in the air towards the courtyard outside the gymnasium. There were several of her old friends lying casually eating their lunch and laughing. And he was there. She couldn’t get over how little the passage of time had dulled her feelings or memories of him. “ Oh Alan, I didn’t mean to treat you like that please hear me. I’m so sorry.” “He can’t hear you Lois; you can only witness the past. You are as if a spirit... existing but not in their dimension.” the ghost sweetly smiled at her and motioned for her to follow. “There is someone I want you to see.” Lois felt her legs pull her forth through the brick walls of the school towards the girls room. She saw herself. “Oh my god. I look so... “ she failed to find the words to describe the look. “You look happy and expectant and mostly very very innocent. Your dreams are of the future and do you see that glow in your eyes. You haven’t had that look in your eyes since this very day, have you ?” Avoiding the answer, Lois only stared. It was the most surreal feeling she had ever had. In one room there were three people - all herself. But all three were very different people. Oddly, she and this girl staring in the mirror fixing her hair, seemed the farthest apart. “ You do remember what that package is, don’t you Lois.” “It’s was a Christmas present for Alan. I bought him a vintage 78 recording of “No Power On Earth” by the Platters. He wasn’t like the other boys - he loved old music. And he especially loved the Platters”. Feeling the happiness of her long lost love surface, she couldn’t help but feel lightened by the joyful look in those young eyes. The smile almost didn’t leave her face. But it did when she saw her younger self head for the exit. Then the memories came rushing back. “ No! Come back... you’re not going to understand.” She tried to block herself from leaving the room. The girl only walked through her body as if she were air. This young lady was on a one stop mission to be with her love. Lois saw herself head towards the courtyard. Her younger self going straight towards him. Then she felt her own body float as if she was watching the scene from above. Alan was joking with his friends and suddenly kissed one of the girls on the lips. It was only some kind of joke... the others had laughed. But Lois only saw the kiss and thought they were laughing at her. She saw her younger self stop about twenty feet away from the scene and run backwards knocking over two students and scurry back towards the stairs heading near the cafeteria. Lois started to walk towards Alan. She stood only inches away from his face. Looking directly into his face she realized she had forgotten how beautiful his green eyes were and what his smile did to her. “I’d even forgotten how much I cared about him." As she suddenly found herself looking at the spirit, " You know I never told him. And I never knew how he felt about me until a year later when his best friend told me on Spring Break during college. God how....” Her words stopped on the one question she knew could never be answered. She lightly caressed his face and place a whisper of a kiss on his cheek. Thinking she saw him react slightly as if a bug or something had touched his face, a small smile bubbled up from deep inside her. “Lois, I brought you here because this is the one experience... more than any other that changed you. After you ran up those steps, a little part of you never dared to show it’s face again. You loved this boy and he never knew it. All through high school you felt safe dating the head football player. You were his girl, or so every one thought . No one knew how you felt for this boy. Lois, you never even told your friends. He wasn’t popular so it took you four long years to tell him. Tragically, you choose this very day, Lois, the same day he died." Continued in Part 2 Rama@canwetalk.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:29:02 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 6 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit “Please sit down... I have food and wine. It might be enough to entertain you for a while?” “I don’t need those things to entertain me Lois,” he sat down next to her and poured the wine in the glasses. And then reaching for the gift, “Is this present for me?... it’s lead Lois... why would you put something in a lead box?” “To keep you from peeking, silly. It’s for later - A surprise!” She grabbed the gift box back from his hands. “Oh... I’ve heard about these presents. I don’t know... Isn’t there an old neighbor of yours now in a convalescent home and what about that guy at work taking sick leave now because they’re still both trying to getting over the shock of receiving a Lane present?” He was only partially kidding. “Funny... but seeing you’re the Man of Steel - you can take it... can’t you?” she was half teasing and half daring him. “I’ll take my chances....” His eyes were now making their second trip >from the top of her head down to her shapely legs. When he caught her eye, he politely tried not to stare. Blushing now, she hide her flushed face while turning on her boombox. “There... we needed some music.” Feeling rather shy, she directed the attention back to the food. They ate and talked. Clark told her several funny stories from his travels in Asia and Lois talked about growing up with Lucy. Slowly, as the food ended it‘s course, Clark’s attention was once again drawn to the present. “So... what did you get me? I admit the suspense is getting to be a little much. No one has ever gone through the trouble of wrapping a lead lined box so beautifully for me before,” she could tell he really was kinda nervous. Lois stood up while grabbing the box, “ Clark I want you to have the most precious thing I own... it’s selfish for me to hold on to this any longer. I want you to have it ... that is ... if you’ll accept?” She lay the gift box into his hands. He could hear her heart pounding and didn’t understand why her breath was suddenly coming so hard. Clark held the present in his open hands motioning for her to take it back, “Lois, I don’t want to take anything that precious from you If you feel you have to give me a present couldn’t you just get me a dust buster or something,” he was half serious. “Look... I didn’t save you... just for you. It was kinda selfish in a way." He stopped. Hesitant and also afraid to continue, "I wanted you in my life.” He had already admitted to himself that he hadn’t done anything for completely benevolent reasons. “Doesn’t matter... it doesn’t belong to me anymore. In fact, in some countries, it’s rude to refuse a present. In Lane Country doubly so. Didn’t your travel guides ever tell you that?” she was managing a smile now, as she continued to push the present into his hands. “Well, I wouldn’t want to be rude,” he slowly started to unwrap the gift. What he found inside took the breath out of him. Underneath the lavish satin bow and silk wrapping, inside the lead box swimming in packing peanuts was the worst gift he had ever gotten. “Lois... I... eh... ” “Like it?” “Thanks. I mean... it’s... ” Cradled in his hands was a coffee mug filled with starlight peppermints and wrapped in green saran wrap. He also couldn’t help notice that the mug wasn’t even new. It had the words “Merry Chris” on the side. The rest of the letters had evidently suffered the quiet tortured death of repetitive cleanings in a dishwasher. He become anxious. On one hand, he didn’t want to be rude to the woman he loved. But this had to be a bad omen of some sort. Was it possible that she could still be suffering trauma from her experiences with Lex? If so... he really needed to take this real easy and not let on it was odd. Or was it a joke? Maybe, she was showing him how she really felt? Why bother with all the romancing and food then...? It had all really gone to his head. Being here with her in the moonlight listening to love songs and sipping wine. Finally, he had gotten his hopes up. And now this! Was it her way of getting rid of him? You know like... thanks but take a hint flyboy? Then again maybe she was oblivious... but then... she had given Mary in Travel that nice perfumed popouri dish and Bob in Editorials an expensive aftershave. On reflection, Clark thought a nice dish of popouri didn’t seem like such a bad addition to his bathroom. “Clark...” “Huh...” “You hate it... don’t you?” her expression was not of shock. “Yeah ....” She HAD asked a direct question. “I’m sorry Lois. It’s like you went to all this trouble and I seem really ungrateful. What can I do to make this right? ”He looked right up at her with the saddest puppy dog eyes just begging for forgiveness. “Of course you hate it... I hated it when John Parsons gave it to me in ninth grade. Really stinks huh?” She was giggling now. “Can you believe he was really shocked to find out we were NEVER going to be friends after that.” “I don’t understand?” “Well... WHEN you get a bad gift what do you normally do? “I put it on a shelf and try to forget about it.” “Okay... what would any other sane person do?” “I don’t know... exchange it maybe?” “Okay?” “Lois you’re losing me... this thing is old - real old. I don’t think anyone’s taking this back... receipt or not!” “I would.” “ What do you mean? Are you saying you have rebates slips and rain checks stuffed in that apple strudel over there?” He felt the situation going from strange to simply ridiculous. “No” “Then what could you possibly offer me... in exchange?” “My undying love, my endless devotion and the humble offer of companionship for a lifetime... that is if you want the exchange?” The look in her eyes convinced him the offer was real. “I love you Lois.” She just stood there and watched probably the most powerful man in the world start to weep. “I just can’t believe....” His emotions were starting to rage out of control. “I love you too... but what’s up with all the tears?” “Lois, I’ve just never been this happy in my whole life.” She could see that his happiness was also making him tremble. What a supremely sensitive and caring man she thought. How befitting the name really was... here before her was indeed a true Superman. “Clark you need to know... I live by three rules. I never get involved with my stories, I never let anyone else get there first, and I never stand around helplessly and watch the man I love cry ." She started to dab at the tears streaming down his face while he showered her with another glorious smile. His tears now turned to laughter, “You mean I get all this in exchange for a stupid mug?” “That is if you ever give the mug back... buster!” All at once she found herself enveloped in his arms while his hand cradled her cheek. The first kiss paralyzed her. Years later, she would recall that it had felt just like a lightning rod had been thrust through her core. His lips were so soft... and silky... and warm. Why did she need to breathe? That being the only coherent thought managing to squeeze into her hazed and passion filled mind. Minutes later, thinking of her, “Need to breathe? ” “Yeah.” She wondered if he had any idea that she had never known rapture till that moment? How had she managed to live day after day for what now seemed an eternity ... never knowing she had barely been alive. “Lois... I’ve decided to exchange my mug.” “Good thinking, I knew there was more to you than just brawn - you’ve got brains too. Metropolis ought to feel lucky that I’ve decided to share you with her. You know, I’m usually the jealous type.” “Lois, I don’t know, this just seems too easy. Nothing good has ever come to me this easily. I'm not sure this is even real,” even his senses couldn’t tell If he were dreaming. Perhaps he was stuck in a place where reality might suddenly shatter all his new found happiness. “Clark... for once in our lives something good is going to be easy. Let’s be thankful.” But, as if one stray portentous thought was floating above their heads, "knowing our individual track records we better not get used to it.” Then as if on cue he cradled her back into his arms. Perhaps this was reality... and if not... who needed it. “Kiss me and shut up Farmboy!” “Yes Ma'am!” ************** No power on earth can destroy all the joy that I feel about you No lover has known love like mine... faith like mine. What could make me doubt you? .... no power on earth For with your lips to my lips I grow stronger than any mountain reaching for ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:20:41 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 2 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Lois now lay on the ground with her hands shielding anything that the spirit would try to show her next. Nevertheless, she saw the scene change to one she dreaded to ever think about again. She saw Alan sneaking in the backyard of the Principal’s property with a bunch of his friends planning to toilet paper the house as a prank. Only they didn’t notice the swimming pool, but only he fell face forward into the empty cement pool. Lois turned her head to try and shield her ears from hearing the screams, but the spirit just nodded at her and motioned it was time to go. “Lois the boy never got to know how you felt about him. Time can never be repaired once it has played through. That opportunity is lost.” “ Come now ... we don’t have much time and there is much for you to see.” Lois simply felt herself powerless both at fighting her memories and this spirit. “Tell me... is he in heaven... is he happy?” Not knowing if she deserved an answer, she nevertheless had to ask. . “Lois... he is at peace... now let’s leave,” she grabbed Lois's arm and pulled her through the time vortex. One second later upon opening her eyes “ Look! Oh, my god... we’re at the planet. She felt herself turn even a little giddy as she took in all of the Christmas decorations. And there’s my desk. And my computer... my picture of Lucy and...” her voice died down as she suddenly noticed Claude strolling through the newsroom “God... it can't be him... Please nooo,” her gaze lowered to the floor. The spirit merely nodded and stood her ground. The younger Lois suddenly appeared from Perry’s office “Claude, I didn’t think you would get back so soon. Is everything all right?” her smile looking as bright as the two roses held behind his back. “Mon cherie ! Everything is all right. I just couldn’t stand to be away >from you," checking her out head to toe. "Ahh... you look beautiful in gray! Do you have some time to spare for me? ” his looks were as smooth as his lines. While his hands were massaging her neck, she started to tense up and whispered, “Claude... not here. People will talk.” “What can they say of two people in love on Christmas Eve? Let them be jealous,” his lips starting to suck on the back of her earlobe, only to change direction and inch up the side of her neck. “We better leave, while I still have some shred of a reputation - or lack of one?” Her voice rasped as she grabbed his hand and directed him toward the elevator. She felt the back of her ear burn. “God, Claude we’ve got to get out of here.” The doors shut on them. ******** “What an idiot I was... I can’t believe I let that creep steal my story and my body.” Her voice drowned out as she started to hear almost all the voices in the newsroom start to talk at once. “God I never knew... they heard us?” Voices almost dismembered from their bodies started to dance around the newsroom. “Lois Lane is the craziest woman in the world to get involved with that gigolo.” ”She’s just a slut... a real famous one but still...” “You would think she could get a little on her own time.” “I’ve never met a bigger snob or a colder fish in my life... she deserves what she gets.” “You would think if she just knew how to be a little nicer she could get a real nice guy... but nooo. ” “She’s just desperate... he’s the first guy to stomach her nasty personality.” “ Have you ever met anyone who is so rude.” “ She doesn’t have any feelings... that’s all.” “Enough ! can we go now? They don’t know me. They didn’t understand," she felt her eyes start to burn. " I had to be better than all the guys. They would have just run right over me. It’s a boys club. I was determined to be the best, so my career came first. And I was the best damn reporter in the world. So, I didn’t have time to coddle people. They never had to go through what I did...” the tears were starting to well up in her eyes as she turned to the spirit. “Please can’t we just leave?” Finally the spirit spoke, “ Lois, it wasn’t your drive that drove those people away ... it was your arrogance and mostly those protective walls you plastered up so you wouldn't get hurt. You spent all your time running over people to get where you wanted to go and sometimes unintentionally hurting other people. People who could have been your friends, and perhaps helped you in your quest for success. What you thought was strength and determination was merely cowardice and weakness. And yes... It is now time to leave,” the apparition unapolegically turned towards an exit and pointed for Lois to follow. ******* Lois was now somehow back in Clark’s apartment in front of his bed. She watched as the spirit rose above his body and started to dissolve into the wall, “ You will be visited by two other spirits tonight. Be prepared,” and then it was gone. “Be prepared for what? Just tell your other friends I’ve had enough for one evening. I don’t need anyone else telling me how I should have run my life... especially not any more ghosts.” But... deep down she knew they would come anyway. “Clark, wake up! Please... don’t let them take me!” her own screams startled her as the second ghost appeared and Clark still hadn't budged an inch in his sleep. “Lois Lane, I am the Ghost of Christmas Present,” the apparition stopped speaking as it couldn’t help but moan. It appeared to be in pain. " I will show your life to you Ms. Lane,” the ghost also seemed to be angry with her. “What’s wrong with you... you don’t seem to be feeling well? ”questioning the health of a ghost somehow struck Lois as unfathomable. As Lois walked closer, she noticed that the ghost looked like yet another version of herself. But this version was much older and scarred. Her gown was ragged and there were open wounds covering her face, neck and arms. The ghost limped as she walked towards Lois. “ Are you in pain? Is there something I can do to help you?” she held some hope the anger she had heard in it’s voice was not intended towards her. “Lois Lane, the spirits that appear before you tonight...” the pain stopped her speech again. “ The one that came before. The one that will come after .... these are the Trinities of your soul. We are one and yet separate. The pain I feel and the wounds you see have been caused by you. They are yours. We all are made to suffer because of you. ” “Where are you taking me?” this ghost seemed much more frightening than the last. The pounding of her heart was soon approaching the loudest sound in the room. “No where. We are already where we should be,” the spirit winced as it moved closer to Clark’s bed. “I don’t understand? The other spirit told me...” she decided to let the ghost finish. “Lois I am the Ghost of your present. This is your present. If I chose to take you someplace it might be to see what became of your sister, or your mother or your father.” The scraping of the floor by it's limp leg caused Lois to momentarily close her eyes. “They all need you Lois, especially Lucy. When you disappeared she lost not only a sister but also a mother. You were almost all she had. She has since dropped out of college and lives with a derelict leader of a rock band.” Lois heard her footsteps grow closer. Her heart wanted to close up to protect her from her pain. "Nooo... don't say another word! It can't be true." “Your mother is no longer a recovering alcoholic. Once you disappeared she gave up all hope. If I had wanted to bring you to tears ....” The spirit stopped mid sentence and leaned over Clark while starring at him intensely. “I am not taking you anywhere else because you will cause no one as much pain as this man.” The spirit caressed his sleepy brow. “I am not going to cause Clark pain. I just met him. Why would I hurt him?” she was perplexed. “Tomorrow morning you will destroy all his hopes of love and happiness in your pursuit of a Pulitzer. You will push him out of your life. Come closer Lois ... I want you to look at him.” Lois complied by laying next to him on the bed and just staring at his peaceful face. “This man loves you. It might seem impossible to you now that he could love you after just meeting you today... but it‘s true. You are his soul mate.” The spirit sensed that Lois needed to absorb what it had just told her. Several minutes later Lois burst, “That’s crazy... I don’t know this man. How could all those feelings exist inside him for me or inside me for him?” her eyes pleading for the spirit to explain. “ How can a man, known only a few moments, draw my soul for eternity?” Her heart was beating louder than before. She further demanded, “How could a stranger take on so much importance to my soul?” “A soul is timeless Lois. It does not gauge time ; it only records growth, ”the spirit spoke as if it were speaking the obvious. As she looked at Lois it lovingly stroked Clark’s hair back from his eyes. “ I don’t know if I can trust anything or anyone again... not even myself. What if all this is a dream? No I can’t do this. I can’t believe you're real. And if you are - how do I know you are telling me the truth? I’ve been tricked too many times to just take things at face value. You know Lex kept me in confinement for years... after a while, my mind started to see things at times. For all I know you could be him. Another trick. Prove to me that you are real! ” The sudden demand made the spirit stare directly into Lois’s eyes. “Lois look at him. Trust yourself... you can feel his spirit ... your connection to him. When you are ready it will come.” Lois could tell the spirit was intensely suffering. Her open wounds oddly seemed to be fresher than when she had arrived. “He will not wake. I have spent too much time here already... I am weak,” bits and parts of the spirit seemed to fade and then at once it was gone. Lois heard her voice cry “I’m so sorry,” it was the only thing she knew to say. For the first time she had internalized the pain the spirit was suffering. Had it been her fault? The last sound Lois heard was the dull pain stricken voice of the spirit rasping, “Do not forget ... before the end of the hour expect your last visitor. I warn you... she will not be as patient.” She was alone. Clark was breathing normally and impossible to wake. She raised her self on her elbows and spoke softly to him. “Tell me what to do. I don’t know anymore. Can you really be the missing link to my soul? Is it possible that I already love you ? ... have always loved you?” the answers were coming no easier than earlier but somehow she felt more trusting. For a man, he seemed so innocent in his sleep. And too... compared to the ghosts-temporarily unthreatening. She gently caressed his face and his shoulders then laid back in his arms as though he could possibly shield her from what was to visit her next. Soon... too soon. “Clank! Clank!” She couldn’t help but hold onto Clark tighter after hearing the hollow beating. It was as if someone were beating on the gates of hell to be let out. “Clank! Clank!” the bed and her teeth started to vibrate from the pounding noise. She tried to shake Clark awake. “Please Clark! wake up... don’t let whatever that is take me,” her screaming drowned out by the loud scraping noise of chains outside Clark's door. “Go Away!” It being the last coherent thought she had before it came in. The spirit did not speak. There was no voice to disturb the morosness of it's grief. It was covered with a black fabric. Only bony fingers were visible extending out of the robe's sleeve. Finding her voice again, “What do you want of me?” The spirit slowly pointed towards the window. Lois rose and followed. Resistance seemed ridiculous. **Could it be taking her to hell?** She obediently opened the window and knelt on the ledge. Not wanting to fall she pleaded, “ What do you want me to do? Don’t take me. Please!” then she recognized the spirit. It was the angel of death. In Luthor’s Lair she had seen it before... in her dreams... and late night visions. The rapidly approaching spirit suddenly seemed more dangerous than falling out the window. She chose to fall towards the pavement rather than be touched by it. A split second later... she felt the concrete flatten her body. She wasn’t dead. Upon opening her eyes she noticed she was only outside Clark’s apartment. But things were different. Things had been moved. Buildings gone... new ones had replaced them. Then without warning she felt her body get up without her permission. At least the spirit was no longer in sight. But her body was acting of it’s own accord. Walking towards the Planet, she passed by people who were quickly taking care of their own business in the night. No one was paying attention to her. She could feel that her body was controlled by someone else. Coughing, her arm reached up to cover her mouth. ** Oh my god.. I’m trapped in my own body...** She felt the slight twinges of pain and arthritis in her joints. Her body was heavier than before. Even her eyes felt weaker. Continued in Part 3 Rama@canwetalk.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:22:50 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 3 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Right before she reached the Planet, her arm reached over to the Newsstand and picked up a copy of the newspaper. **Oh my God., it's April 15, 2020.** Noticing a mirror next to the newsstand, she saw that her face was older and very tired looking. Her shoulders crouched forward and her face seemed to be inscribed with the story of a thousand scuffles and near misses. ** I don’t understand... I’m only supposed to be in my early fifties. Why do I look so old?" As her arms picked up the paper she heard a voice... the one that belonged to her body. “Damn editor... I told him this was unacceptable. I bust my butt getting the ex-mayor thrown into jail and I have to share the front page with a Superman story. Wait till tomorrow Michaels, you haven’t heard the last of this !” her voice felt raspy and dry. “Hey Lane... that’s two dollars. You read the paper you pay for it!” The guy looked very protective. It appeared that this was a daily scene. “I don’t see any news here worth a dollar... you can have this trash back!” She flung the paper back towards the man. “Worthless reporters! ” His mumbling didn’t go unnoticed. She started to reply but was stopped by something else... high up in the sky. As it startled her, she started to walk briskly on. She headed straight towards the heart of Metropolis where her town house was located. The building was carefully landscaped and meticulously kept. A casual observer might think the owner to be a prosperously happy citizen. “God... have I lost my keys again?” she fumbled with the contents of her purse. Upon opening the door she kicked back several pizza boxes and beer cans. “Gotta get a maid Lane... this place is getting bad even for you.” She tumbled towards her living room. Taking off her coat, she glanced over at her trophy case. In the center, between eight Kerth awards was her Pulitzer. The dust almost made her name unreadable. As if a crazy idea had taken possession... she grabbed the Pulitzer out of the case and picked up a bottle of half used wine formerly decorating a stack of police reports. The following walk upstairs, in comparison, felt quick and almost painless. Pushing off her shoes and about eight pounds of assorted papers on her bed to the floor, she sank onto the unsheeted mattress. Her eyes glazed over the shiny object, “I am the greatest journalist in the world, ”laughing she clutched it next to her heart. Increasingly, she felt her pains start to subside as the bottle lost the rest of the wine to her mouth... and found three other companions on the floor. “I spend my entire life chasing this piece of junk - a P U L I T I Z E R. The greatest thing in the world.” Allowing herself one uncontrolled chuckle. “ Where are all the people I thought would adore me now for all my brilliant stories ? Did they miss the exposé I did on the President that had the White House looking like a crack house? What happened to those w..a..r..m.. feelings of accomplishment that were to keep me cozy on cold nights?” her anger rising. " This damn thing doesn’t even have the decency to keep itself clean, ” wiping the dust off the front, she stopped. “No... I have worshipped you long enough. You’re just a piece of junk!” More than familiar with her own strength the Pulitzer smacked against the far wall of the bedroom. “I have got to be the most wretchedly miserable person on the planet!” She didn’t know that person was actually hovering above her house. **** The one person he loved more than any other was killing herself with her own bitterness. He hadn’t thought any thing could feel worse than Kryptonite - but Lois did. This thing she was doing to herself... was ripping them both apart. Years ago, after he accepted she had shut everyone out of her personal life for good, he used to think of leaving Metropolis . In fact he had left for good, over seven times in the past twenty years. Then the one day he realized he couldn’t live without seeing her... slowly, he learned to accept even the smallest things as nourishment... like watching her safely home from the Planet late at night. These small things would be all he could ever have. But when others meant her harm he had the ability to protect her. But >from herself... he was helpless. So, this had become their nightly Vigil. First he would watch Lois drink herself asleep and then he would cry himself to sleep. Twenty years of tears had eaten away much of this man of steel. Lois was not entirely inebriated due to the small amount of alcohol that had been left in the bottle. She just held her face in her hands praying she would fall asleep. There wasn’t anymore alcohol left in the house except for that one bottle. And that one was reserved. It was the champagne bottle she had received when she got her Pulitzer. Everyone at the Planet had chipped in on it. Absurdly expensive, it had even been engraved with a silver label with her name on it. No, she definitely was not ready to drink that. Hopefully, not ever. She turned to her side and just tried to wish herself asleep.... and thankfully not so well as to have missed her cellular phone buzzing. “Lois....” She waited for an answer. “My dear, it has been so long since I’ve been able to hear your beautiful voice. It indeed is a pleasure,” he sounded sincere. “Lex! ...what do you want? I was sure you were dead... how?” he cut her off. “My love... I assure you, I am not dead. I have missed you and would like to request the opportunity to show you how much. Would tonight at midnight be convenient?” he paused to hear her breath cool against the phone piece. “You sick ...twisted ... monster. I will never meet you anywhere. Go back into your demonic hovel and leave me alone!” She would have hung up in his face had it not been for the sheer shock and horror of it all. “Lois, I would like to grant your wish... and soon as many other desires you care to fancy. But there is one inconvenience. The matter of a trigger box on my desk. You see, every day you delay, three hundred people will mysteriously die. Their lungs will swell until they can no longer breathe. It is completely untraceable and random. Only you will know. " “I see that I have no choice....” She started to plead for their lives, but she knew that would have been beyond a waste of time. “My dear we all have choices. I can not control what you do. You are perfectly free to make your own decisions." Lex stopped abruptly as if deciding on how to continue. "You see the question will never be about your free will; it’s a question of your convictions,” he calmly waited her answer. Her voice seemed to be caught in her chest. Knowing but one way, and feeling the responsibility of dealing with Luther heavily falling on her, she knew what had to be done “Where do you want to meet Lex?” a saccharine sweetness filled her voice. “My love, I have always admired your good sense. Come to the deserted factory on the corner of Vine St. and Morehouser. I will expect you soon." "I do recommend that you don’t bring your blue and red spandexed admirer into this. I am afraid my assistant Assabi came across a splendid specimen ... a thirty pound green crystal that would certainly impress him. Although, I’m a little shy and not quite ready to exhibit it for him, if you insist Lois, I will.” Luthor never made hollow threats. “I’ll be there... alone Lex, ”she hung up the phone. Of all the myriad of thoughts thrashing around in her head... she mostly held the fervent prayer that her seemingly never-ending fool hardiness would not fail her now. “For once I wish things could just be easy....” She stopped muttering under her breath and placed another phone call. “Hi Callie, this is Lois. No, I'm sorry that I disturbed your dinner. I need a favor. You know the one that I’ve held over your head forever," she heard the voice on the other end laugh. "Yeah that one!” She felt a small counterfeit smile creep up against her cheeks. “Yeah, well I need it tonight. No, I’m okay... how about one hour from now, exactly on the dot of 10:00.” She hoped the woman couldn't detect the nervous strain in her voice. If Callie knew the risk she was taking, everything would be ruined. “ Great! ... well I'll talk to you later... and don’t forget to read tomorrow's headline! ” She finished off her performance with an insincere chuckle. Having less than an hour, she carefully arranged certain documents in their proper place and wrote one letter. Then looking carefully through her closet to find the perfect getup, she slowly dressed and walked towards her picture window. She found him hovering in the trees casting a errie shadow against the moon. ** Why did he have to care so much?** So many mistakes spanning so many more years. As the first pangs of guilt started to rise in her gut, she tried to push them away. Then she stopped trying. A real emotion was something she had allowed years to pass since experiencing. So she just silently watched him hover in the moonlight, allowing herself at last to feel connected to him. And then suddenly he disappeared. Lois looked at her watch. 10:00 on the dot. Callie had come through. Quickly she grabbed her bag, the champagne bottle that she had put to cool in her freezer and a small medieval replica dagger that her father had given her for a birthday present years ago. A night long ago that she would always remember, her dad told her, “It reminds me of you... beautiful and very very sharp.” It was one of the few compliments he had ever really given her. She slipped soundlessly into the night trying to leave no traces or clues to her whereabouts. **************** Far on another side of town, a red cape stopped squarely in front of a small woman screaming, “Superman.... Superman Help! Help!” “What exactly is the problem Ma'am?” He couldn’t see anyone else around. She looked unharmed. “Please, I’ve been mugged and I’m so scared... he’ll come back. I know it. I don’t want to die!” She was convincingly hysterical. Callie always put her heart and soul into everything she did. She felt Lois deserved it. Superman felt the woman grab his shoulders while starting to sob. He felt pretty helpless trying to get her out of her hysterics. Fifteen minutes later, suddenly and almost as if she had forgot a pot roast left unattended in the oven, she sighed,” Oh, thank you Superman, I don’t know if I could have gotten through all this without your help. I’ll be fine now. Thank you again for all your kindness!” As she walked away, the superhero felt polarized. “What was that about?” Mumbling to himself, he gathered his cape back into it’s rightful position after being used as a makeshift Kleenex tissue. “At least she didn’t blow....” Suspicious, he headed straight back to Lois’s house. "Gone! I should have known.” Anyone passing the house and looking up into the sky might have remarked that Superman looked quite peeved. ******** As Lois entered the dark factory, she noticed a rather large gentleman standing near a pillar. Unable to see his face clearly she called out, “Lex. Is that you?" “You’ll soon see him lady. He’s waitin for ya,” the large man took out a small soaked cloth and after carefully wrapping it around Lois’s face, waited for her to cease struggling. Picking her and her belongings up he deposited both into the back of his van and started the journey towards a small secluded area outside of Metropolis. For what seemed like hours later, Lois found herself sprawled out on a long couch in the middle of what seemed like a large cave. Being careful not to move suddenly and draw attention, she noticed the sounds of water and a distinct odor. It was an odd smell, almost sulfurous. Then suddenly, in the middle of trying to figure out how a glare could be reflecting off what seemed to be stone walls, Luther noticed her. “My dear, it is good to see that you have waken. I’m sorry about putting you to sleep, but I couldn’t trust that your phone wasn’t being super tapped. I don’t like using muscle often; the creatures aren’t often discreet or delicate. But I do believe your belongings are unharmed,” he noticed her feeling for the strap of her bag next to her thigh. “Lex, why did you ask me here? ”She could hear her words distinctly echo in the cave. Continued in Part 4 Rama@canwetalk.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 01:24:55 -0500 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: R Lowrie Subject: NEW FANFIC: "No Power on Earth" Part 4 of 6 MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit “Lois... by now you must realize that we belong together. You are the only woman to ever complement me. From now on we shall never be apart.” Lex reached over and quite brazenly began caressing her exposed shoulder. His arm jerked back suddenly though as he realized a dagger was being held two inches from his throat. Surprisingly, he didn’t say anything or dare move an inch. Slowly, Lois rose to her feet, never budging the dagger from his throat and stared him directly in the eyes. While showing no emotion, she pulled the dagger away and held it in her palm. “Lex, in the last hour, I've examined the years that we have been apart, I have come to realize that destiny has brought us together. Please accept the gift. I felt it suited you.” Lex's smug smile showed his appreciation of her little challenge He took the dagger and rubbed the blade against her lips without cutting her. “You are the most incredible creature. I had to have you,” talking more to some unseen companion than to her, he seemed distant. “But of course Lois, I know this is a game of yours... you only called me a monster a few minutes ago. But in time, trust me... you will see the truth in those words you spoke.” he was satisfied. “I admit, the original intent was to kill you with the dagger, but I couldn’t...” after closing her eyes, she lay back against the sofa. “Why? It would have been very easy, I am unarmed,” a look of pure fascination crept over his face. “I’ve spent the past twenty years, trying to destroy all the memories I have of being with you. I thought greatness eluded me as long as I was locked up, I definitely wouldn't have got my Pulitzer. I felt I needed it to prove something to the world. I was sure I would find happiness on that road to greatness. I just needed to be free. But it hasn’t been like that,” she felt the smallest of tears start to trickle down her lashes. Shaken from her sincere feelings, Lex sat next to her and dabbed at the storm of tears now streaming down her face “ Lois...” Cutting him off, “ Lex, don’t you see, I’ve been wrong all this time.... so much time wasted. I didn’t need my freedom to be happy. I needed to be part of something special - something bigger than me. I needed the one connection everyone does... to have your life linked to the one person you’re fated to be with,” Lois's eyes sparkled with a truth she had long suppressed. Lex had always been the best read of character. In love with Lois or not, he knew the second she lied. She wasn’t lying. For the first time, he knew Lois was finally coming his way. Giddiness was not his nature... but he felt it never the same. He had never dreamed he would win her over so quickly. “Lex, you are perhaps the most brilliant man I have ever known. You are so unique. I give you this pledge. If you accept me, I will never spend a day in this life apart from you,” a small smile framed an otherwise angelic looking face. “Lois, I have waited my whole life to hear you say that. Yes, I accept your love. We will never be apart again.” Lex taking Lois’s face in his hands, began nibbling at her lips. Slowly taking the rest of her mouth in, he gently parted her lips and gave her all the passion he had stored up for the past twenty years. Lois gave as much as she got. Several minutes later, as Lex’s passion grew distracted. “ Lois my love, you will be so excited by all that I have done for us. Do you have any idea where you are?” he waited excitedly. “No, but I think we’re somewhere near Metropolis. I don’t think I’ve been out that long.” “Correct... we are near Metropolis, but in a cave. If you look around you will notice that we are completely surrounded by a translucent barrier. My scientists have created it by replicating and then reinforcing the structure of a diamond. It is actually even harder. There is no way out except through that door on your left. And It can only be opened manually from the inside. To get inside from the outside, the pupil of your eye must be scanned with a computer. Believe me, we are quite safe from the police, FBI , Secret Service and any other idiots who might try to bother us,” pleased by the look of astonishment on Lois’s face Lex lead her to examine the walls. “Touch it Lois... feel how marvelously smooth it is. Just imagine - over three tons of solid diamond to hold my most precious jewel.” Feeling that she had been touched by his sentiment, he added, “Lois I haven’t forgotten about Superman either.” She could feel the muscles in her throat tighten as she suddenly noticed that the interior of the diamond walls were glowing a pale green. “Lex is it Kryptonite?” “Yes, Superman might have been able to penetrate a solid wall of diamond, my love. But I thought long and hard on how to protect you and get rid of that annoying goody goody too. I will share it with you because .... only you will see the brilliance of it. You see, after we discovered how to replicate a diamond's strength, it was only a matter of time until we discovered how to reproduce Kryptonite. I then simply had my people combine the structure of the two... and voilá. The most powerful substance in the world. Nothing can get to us Lois - nothing.” “Lex, what about food, water... the need for sunlight? We can’t live without those things?” The entirety of what she had gotten herself into was to say the least terrifying. “Love... would I forget those things. No we shall not only live, we shall live magnificently. Anything that you desire, I can give you. You will never have to lift a finger again for anything.” He suddenly walked over to the sleek black desk sitting in the middle of the room to switch his computer on. “Lois let me show you...” “Everything that you are seeing on this monitor is controlled by me.” “Lex... that’s the Metropolis Water Plant, Metropolis Electricity and Metropolis Gas Company.” “Correct again, from here I can decide the fate of all Metropolis's resources. For example, I could choose to containment the entire water supply just by pressing this button.” She felt her breath stop as his fingers grazed the keyboard. “But of course, that’s not my plan. It’s too simplistic. Only a simpleton would waste their time killing an entire population. What would I reap from such a useless action. No. I intend to use the idiots for our own benefit. Lois do you remember what I told you on the phone?” “Something about killing people without being traced or identified?” This entire scene was going beyond terror, she could papally taste the evil in the room. “This chemical,” Lex lifted the vial up for her perusal, “ is the ultimate in chemical warfare. It can not be traced to a source. Although it can kill a man easily, a smaller dose can also affect a person’s mind .... or let it be controlled by another depending on the dose. You could cause a person to do your every bidding just by using this drug and putting the suggestion in their mind.” “But how would you get the suggestion in their mind or keep controlling them if we're stuck here.” “My dear, don’t worry, all I would have to do is infect a man with the chemical. It can be done easily using the water supply or gas, right here from the computer. I then make one simple phone call. When they answer the phone, they’ll hear a subliminal message and commit my every wish and desire to memory. The world's masses will follow my lead until I am pronounced Ruler of Earth. And I will shower all that this world deems precious to you. You are to be it’s Queen.” She could tell his jaw was quivering from the excitement. He had worked on this for the past twenty years. He felt at last he was getting his dream. The woman he decided should share his throne was at his side. And now he soon would be rid of Superman. If Lex had been a more sentimental sort he might have been brushing tears out of his eyes. It was all just a little too beautiful to believe. Only a little.... “Lex, I said that you were brilliant before.... I didn’t know the meaning of the word. What can I say to perhaps the most determined man I have ever met, “ her eyes glazed over as she looked at him. Lex looked like a cat who had never been fed cream. Here was the woman he had waited so long for. Lois was appreciating him for his whole self and genius. Now he could now share everything with his soul mate. “Lex, I think this calls for a celebration !” As Lex turned around, Lois started to reach for her bag. “Of course, I will have Assabi bring us the finest bottle in the cellar,” his idea being interrupted by Lois’s look of complete disappointment. “Lex, dear... I have the perfect thing right here in my hands. The bottle of champagne given to me on the day I won my Pulitzer. Over the years, I have to admit it has become dearer to me than even the Pulitzer. When I came today, I brought it because... to be frank, of all the things I own, it's the one thing I cherish most. It never felt right before to drink it." She lowered her eyes for a fraction of a second starring directly at the bottle. "But now, for the first time... only at this moment does it feel right." Her eyes closed with a smile that she found hiding somewhere between her heart and soul. "Share it with me.” Lois raised her eyes up into Luthor’s. An expression he had never seen in her face reminded him of an angel. It seemed almost holy. “But of course, my dear... you flatter me. I’ll be right back with some glasses.” Lex disappeared deeper into the complex, leaving Lois alone in the chamber. She hastily looked around the room to see if she could find any more traces of Kryptonite. Knowing that Luthor would be back in only seconds she carefully placed all of Luthor’s things back into their place, and repositioned herself innocently back on the couch. “Here we are... I hope this crystal is acceptable. I haven’t had Assabi stock a full selection yet. There have been other needs more pressing, I'm afraid.” He handed her a glass. Quickly taking the champagne bottle he removed the foil and uncorked it. During her lifetime, very rarely had Lois ever seen a man of more style or finesse than Lex ... if nothing the man had style. It was as if, while some other men sought and strove for character, this man born and blessed with talent and having dismissed character had esteemed grace. In his mind it must have put him above other men. Lois gingerly took her glass as Lex poured champagne into the glasses. “To a glorious future,” she offered as a toast. “To the future that we each deserve... and nothing less,” she noticed he was hesitantly waiting for her to drink first. His trust had never been extremely strong of anyone - soul mate or not. She drank her champagne and he followed behind her. His little test of fidelity HAVING BEEN satisfied he poured himself another glass. “My dear... I think this champagne has aged remarkably well. Or perhaps, I’m just jealous of anything staying by your side for more years than me and therefore determined to get rid of the thing. Either way....” “Are you all right?” He was amazed at her incessant laughter at his little joke. He knew it wasn’t that funny. “I'm just fine,” she knew the poison wouldn't start to react for at least another five minutes. Maybe ten or fifteen for her... she hadn’t drunk as much. But she couldn’t let him know that yet. If Lex knew he was dying, he would probably take the whole world with him. He didn’t care about anyone else. For the next five minutes Lois just amorously held onto Lex and directed him back to the couch to snuggle. His receptivity increased as did his drowsiness. She felt the effects too. It just wasn’t reacting as fast. As she lay back on the couch, with his head resting on her shoulders, she kissed his forehead. “Forgive me Lex, I just couldn’t let you hurt all those people. Our lives are precious but not at the price of a million others. Not yours or mine.” His breathing was growing quiet. “ May God have mercy on our souls... and forgive us.” She had never figured out if there really was a God but she knew her time to make peace was now or never. Slowly lifting Lex from atop her with her remaining strength, she headed for the exit. She was determined not to spend eternity physically with him. She sincerely desired to rest in peace.... Slowly as she found the knob and figured the locks, she could feel her time almost up. There wouldn’t be many more minutes. She looked back one more time at Lex. He looked like a little boy peacefully dozing. He had never before looked serene until that moment... his last. Continued in Part 5 Rama@canwetalk.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 13:55:10 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Eileen F. Ray" Subject: L&C Fanfic Session December 26, 1998 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hi Everyone, We hope you'll be able to join us Saturday,December 26,1998, for our post holiday fanfic writing session. This week we are inspired by "Prime Time" the Mr. Mxyzptlk story found in the current Superman 80 page giant issue. For those of you who haven't had the chance to read it, the story involves Mxyzptlk deciding to spice up Lois's and Clark's quiet evening at home by popping them into various TV shows. The premise sparked a lot of interest and disscussion on the IRC and we think we will have a lot of fun with it ;). We would still like to hear from you if you have any story premises of your own that you would like us to explore together. You can either email them to me at: eraygun@aol.com Or better still, just bring your ideas with you when you join us this Saturday or for our weekly "story bouncing" sessions on Wednesdays on #L&CFicOrg, starting around 9:00 PM EDT. We generally meet Saturdays starting at 3 PM EDT and try to start writing fairly soon thereafter. You can come and join the fun at any time, however. We are usually there for several hours since writing a story takes time. Since #L&CFanfic is on occasion "invite only" please message if you want to join us. If an official "inviter" is designated, we will let you know. Some of us should be hanging out on #Loiscla. A note on procedure here ;) : When people need to be caught up on the story in progress after being bounced off IRC or just joining the session late, please try and avoid pasting the story directly into the channel window. Please do that in a private message or dcc-chat window instead. Hope to see you all there! Cheers, Eileen Eraygun@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Fri, 25 Dec 1998 20:54:17 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: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I saw a promo for Fantasy Island. Dean Cain guest stars as a lawyer who wishes to defend a truly innocent defendant. He gets his wish when he himself is accused of murder. A witness describes the murderer as " looking like that actor who played Superman on TV". It airs on Sat next weekend. Budmayes@aol.com ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 22:51:08 +0800 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Snow Dolphin Subject: request Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" Hi there!!! Can someone, please, please send me all the previous s6 fanfics that were sent out after 'For The Good Of The Child'?? Something went wrong with my mail box and all the stories were gone. Thank you very much. *distressed* Mel ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 02:46:58 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Joshua Phelps Subject: Re: request MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Hi there!!! Can someone, please, please send me all the previous s6 fanfics that were sent out after 'For The Good Of The Child'?? Something went wrong with my mail box and all the stories were gone. Thank you very much. *distressed* Josh ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 13:12:20 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: request Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit You can get them at the website: http://www.tempus.simplenet.com/season6/ Enjoy. :) --Laurie (Sorry, FOLCs, I tried to send to Mel privately but the mail was returned. So, since Josh is also asking...) ========================================================================= Date: Sat, 26 Dec 1998 22:58:58 -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: Alt.Universe and happy wishes... In-Reply-To: <32364eb.36814558@aol.com> Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" >Having just recently caught "Lois and Clarks" on TNT and reading a post >mentioning the resolution of the Alt. Lois scenario, I decided to sift through >my many disks and reread "Through the Looking Glass"--the S5 episode--dealing >with just that predictament. It was wonderful!!! I would love to see that >made into TV episode/movie. Kathy B. did a wonderful job! Before I had read >it, "Lois and Clarks" had pained me (I couldn't stand to see Alt. Clark so >sad), but now I feel reassured that all is right in Alt. Metropolis. > >Once again, Kathy, you did a fantastic job. Thanks Layney! I was out of town over Christmas and just popped back home to do laundry and repack for "Christmas, Part II: The In-Laws" and to skim through all the mail that had accumulated while I was gone (only 126 messages ;)). This was a nice message to come home too. As you know, I'm a fan of your writing, so your kudos are extra special. :) Thanks again and happy holidays. Kathy ______________________ Kathy Brown kathyb@springnet1.com OR kathyb@fgi.net KathyB on IRC ______________________ ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 09:27:04 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: test--ignore Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit test ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 17:44:18 -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: Re: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="us-ascii" At 08:54 25/12/98 EST, you wrote: >I saw a promo for Fantasy Island. Dean Cain guest stars as a lawyer who wishes >to defend a truly innocent defendant. He gets his wish when he himself is >accused of murder. A witness describes the murderer as " looking like that >actor who played Superman on TV". It airs on Sat next weekend. > cool! what american network (channel) I cant wait to see my sexiness!!! ;) > > ******************************** * Be Yourself~ NO ONE ELSE!!!! * ******************************** ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 16:35:57 -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: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=iso-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 8bit Jê§s wrote: > >>cool! what american network (channel) >> The network is ABC. I just watched Fantasy Island for the first time last night cuz I wanted to make sure I knew when it was on for sure *and* I wanted to catch the previews. No previews though! :( Anyways it is on at 8:00 on Saturday in Hawaii. Usually at this time of year our t.v. shows seem to come on 1 hour earlier than the mainland west coast. (we don't do the time change thingy here) So maybe it is on at 9:00 p.m. in that part of the continental US. j-meS8-)] ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 18:08:57 CST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Stefanie D Slifer Subject: Re: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island >>I saw a promo for Fantasy Island. Dean Cain guest stars as a lawyer >>who wishes to defend a truly innocent defendant. He gets his wish >>when he himself is accused of murder. A witness describes the murderer >>as " looking like that actor who played Superman on TV". It airs on Sat next >>weekend. As far as I know, Fantasy Island airs Saturday nights at 8:00 central on ABC, correct? (I don't watch ABC shows that much :-P) Do you have a date on this, though? Jan 2nd or 9th? If it is this Sat, my local station shows it pre-empted for college football (argh!), but if it's the 9th, I still have a chance to catch it. Thanks! Hugs, Stefanie =) cute6@juno.com Remember, the Christmas presents of today are the garage sales of tomorrow. ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 21:28:16 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: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I can't say exactly which date. Don't know. I saw this promo at the end of the wild feed off the satellite dish. So I'm assuming that its next weekend on the 2nd. All can do is scan the TV guide and watch for it. Hopefully this episode airs before ABC pulls the plug on the show. I've heard that it's being cancelled. Budmayes ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 22:13:43 -0400 Reply-To: ruthlg@apk.net Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Ruth Link-Gelles Organization: Home Subject: Re: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit When I heard about Dean Cain on Fantasy Island I checked out their web to make sure about the time and stuff. Here's what it said: Saturday January 9. Its at a new time. 10:00-11:00p.m., ET. I hope the site was correct. Ruth ========================================================================= Date: Sun, 27 Dec 1998 22:30:12 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: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit I received from a friend at work, (I work for the mouse) and it says that the episode will air at a new time no Saturday, 10:00 p.m. pacific time on January 9......The summation of the episode is what I recieved. Hope this helps. Beckie ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 08:24:20 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: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Just a thank you to all of you who pursued this. I will be taping on the nineth. Charlotte ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 10:25:43 EST Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: Crystal Wimmer Subject: TAN: Hurry Hurry... they're going fast Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-transfer-encoding: 7bit Hello All... Just got back from vacation, and found a cool new superman figurine at Walmart. It's a Special Edition, put out only by Walmart, celebrating the Batman/Superman show that's currently on television. The set contains both Supeman and Batman (capes included) and retails for $11.98... here's the catch, I got mine for $8 because they were DISCONTINUED after christmas... and yes, it was the only one . So... If you have a walmart... and a few $$$ to blow of your christmas money... they might still be available. I found them hanging with the Transformers and PowerRangers on the boys-toys aisle. I wish you luck. -Crys- ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 09:34:18 -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: archive troubles MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=us-ascii Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Eilonwy Jamison wrote: > >> BTW I was wondering if anyone had > ever met anyone who resembled any of the characters in LnC!<< I just did a couple of weeks ago! I home school my 7 year old, and all the home schoolers here on Maui went to the 'Maui News' (our local newspaper) for a field trip. I was probably more excited than my son! I kept picturing the Daily Planet and everyone there and had to tell myself "nooo jamee, that's pretend, this is for real!" So we are all sitting there waiting and out comes the spitting image of Lois Lane but possibly in her middle 50's! I couldn't believe it! She was a *very* pretty, sofisticated lady dressed in Red with white polka-dots with those old fashioned part white part red shoes (kinda reminded me of 1st season Lois) Her name was really Kathy Brown and she was some department head, but it was really shocking how much she looked like Teri, or what Teri might look like as an older woman. Anyways, it was fun an interesting! j-meS8-)] ========================================================================= Date: Mon, 28 Dec 1998 21:19:38 -0600 Reply-To: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" Sender: "Lois and Clark: The New Adventures of Superman Fanfic" From: "Elizabeth E. Davis" Subject: Re: Dean Cain on Fantasy Island In-Reply-To: <25f4c180.3686ecc0@aol.com> MIME-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: TEXT/PLAIN; charset=US-ASCII I just checked and Dean will be on Fantasy Island on Jan 9. Elizabeth E. Davis