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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 01:19:21 -0400
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The Zoomway wrote:
> In a message dated 5/21/99 4:18:26 PM Central Daylight Time,
labrat@UKF.NET
> writes:
> << Zoom! You poor thing! You attempted such impetuous, reckless research,
all
>  on your own and unarmed, just for us? Here, come over here, sit down -
shall
>  I get you a brandy? Stay calm, keep quiet, lay a damp cloth over your
eyes.
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> Actually, it's a sick addiction of mine.  Every single time Chris Carter
has
> a long voice-over segment in a season finale, I find myself drawn to
various
> "badfic" sites.

In the season finale, I thought Carter sounded, via Scully, like a poor
imitation of Cecil B. DeMille. Badfic? More like, badscript.

Sheila said
>That's why I laugh when readers ask if they can read anything else I've
done
>before.  I have a few decent stories, but there's a reason most of this
>stuff was buried <g>

Too bad. I was going to ask if I could read something of yours non-L&C,
but if it's truly bad, I bow to your wisdom.

Sandy
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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 16:17:50 EDT
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In a message dated 5/21/99 6:12:10 PM CST, Zoomway@AOL.COM writes:

<<
 "Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie
 this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall
 Man."
  >>

Hey.....I think I dated this guy! LOL

Piper
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In a message dated 5/22/99 3:18:07 PM Central Daylight Time,
PJPiasecki@AOL.COM writes:

<< <<
  "Her date was pleasant enough, but she knew that if her life was a movie
  this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second Tall
  Man."
   >>

 Hey.....I think I dated this guy! LOL >>

You know, reading these analogies, I think some of them would work as dialog
and even be very good used that way <g> The one you cited could easily be
Lois dialog and  the one about the guy falling twelve stories and hitting
the
sidewalk like a bag of vegetable soup is one I could hear Inspector
Henderson
delivering with his great deadpan approach ;)  I remember a Dragnet movie
where Sergeant Friday was describing a murder scene. "The murder weapon was
a
double-barrel shotgun. The first shot cut him in half, the second turned him
into a crowd." (I love ya, Joe ;)

Zoomway@aol.com
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This one is way off-topic, but it's something that has been bugging me =
for awhile, and I thought maybe some wonderful FoLCs (particularly those =
in the UK) may be able to help me out:

How long does it usually take for a film to be released in theatres in =
the United Kingdom (specifically London) after it has been released in =
the United States?  Is there an average period of time or does it vary =
>from film to film?

Thanks for all your help in advance!

Ara :o)

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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 18:32:26 -0400
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>> I think some of them would work as dialog <<

Some of them reminded me of Lois' novel. I could "hear" Wanda Detroit
saying "[My] date was pleasant enough, but [I] knew that if [my] life was=
 a
movie this guy would be buried in the credits as something like "Second
Tall Man."

Sorry, Lois! <g>

Sarah Wood
sarahwood@compuserve.com
Fanfic and episode transcripts at:
http://www.geocities.com/hollywood/2501
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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 23:14:18 GMT
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>hi zoom ! i never knew there was such an nfic ... could you please send it
>to me outside the list, cos i would love to read it <grin>
>my email address is dorothea7@hotmail.com
>thanks
>dorothea :)
>

Could you possibly send it to me too?  ny address is astro_dwarf@hotmail.com
and this story sounds interesting.
Thankyou,
Eilonwy :)

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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 21:14:28 EDT
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From:         "Stephani E. VanWert" <VvVCordy@AOL.COM>
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Here is a new WAFFy fic I just wrote...
Please send feedback good or bad...

Stephani

All Superman, All the Time

"Lois! What in Elvis' name are you doing here? Clark! I gave you strict
oreders not to let her come into work! Her due date is only a week away!"

"I know chief! But you know how Lois is!"

"Stop talking about me like I'm not here!" Lois winced and put a hand to her
back.

Clark out his hand on her lower back and runned in circles to take off some
of the pressure.

Perry sighed and looked at her thoughtfully. "Well, if you have to be here
you might as well go through all the baby gifts in the conference room."

Lois rolled her eyes and walked awkwardly, with Clark's help to the
conference room.

They both stared wide-eyed at the stacks of presents.

"Wow...you'd think we wee having twins!" Clark laughed at his own joke and
Lois smacked him in the chest.

"Shut up and help me unwrap some of these."

Lois carefully sat down in a chair and Clark handed her the first set of
identically wrapped presents.

Lois sighed, "The great thing about having twins...two of everything!"
She opened the first two boxes and pulled out Superman bibs.

Clark groaned. "Oh no...please no!"

Lois unwrapped another set of gifts and pulled out two Superman blankets.
She
raised an eyebrow at Clark.

Clark lowered his glasses and scanned all the other packages.

Lois looked at him curiously. "Don't tell me...all Superman?"

Clark nodded and pushed his glasses back up. "All Superman...must be the
rumors about *someone* having a Superman obsession."

Lois smirked. "Well, at least we know the twins will dress like their
father!"

Clark groaned. "Lois..."

The end!

I hope you liked this...it's my second L&C Story...both very short and
WAFFY...Feedback is appreciated!
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Date:         Sat, 22 May 1999 22:04:35 EDT
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Aww what a cute story!

I wish there was more to read! ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 13:17:00 EDT
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I'll try to write longer ones soon! I have a 20 page Buffy one so I should
be
able to do the same with L&C!

Steph
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 13:19:52 EDT
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Kewl! I watch Buffy from time to time too! ;)

Alexis ;-.)
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 13:24:22 EDT
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Thanks to everyone liking my story and asking me to write longer ones I will
be writing some new fic! I'll send it out as soon as it's finished! Thanks a
lot guys!

Stephani
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TITLE: Zara's Gift
PART: 1 of 2
AUTHOR: Denise Cisco (dcisco49@yahoo.com)
RATING: G
FEEDBACK/AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written sometime early in the
fourth season -- I'm just now gathering the courage to post it. Any
similarity to later events in the season (however infinitesimal) is
purely coincidental. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind (no
editing please).
SUMMARY: Lois and Clark receive an unusual gift from New Krypton.

Zara's Gift
by Denise Cisco

Lois Lane pressed the key that would send her latest article to Perry
White, then she leaned back in her chair, rubbing the back of her neck
and stretching her back. She glanced over at her husband and smiled. He
was hard at work, typing up the story he had spent the last two weeks
researching.

In fact, he was so engrossed in it that he didn't hear her as she
walked quietly up behind him. He had once told her that after years of
traveling in remote areas and working on small papers, one of the first
things he'd had to learn was to tune out the normal, everyday noise of
the newsroom -- which at certain times of the day could sound like rush
hour on Metropolis's overcrowded streets. Some inner part of him could
still hear far-off emergencies, but when he was concentrating, even
Perry's bellow sometimes failed to get through.

Lois placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him,
nibbling his ear. She chuckled as a faint tinge of red flashed across
his face then quickly disappeared. Even after almost a year of
marriage, he still felt somewhat embarrassed when she kissed him in
public, despite the fact that their coworkers were used to it by now.
It both amazed and delighted her that he could blush. She had once
thought that *Superman* would be above such human emotions.

"Are you about finished? I've got something special planned for
tonight."

He looked up at her, eyebrows raised, and gave her a wicked little
grin. "Oh...really?"

She slapped him playfully on the arm. "Not what you're thinking." Then
she grinned and said, "Well...maybe...but not until later."

Clark laughingly replied, "Okay." Glancing back at his computer screen,
he said, "Maybe another half hour...shouldn't be..."

Lois watched as his face took on the distant expression that indicated
he was listening to someone in trouble. His expression turned from
distant to puzzled as he refocused on his wife.

"What is it, Clark?"

He glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot, then in a low
voice told her, "It was Trey."

"Trey? Zara's advisor?"

"Yes. He wants us to meet him in Smallville in three hours."

"Why? Are Zara and Ching with him?"

"He didn't say...to either of your questions." He sighed, looking back
at his computer screen. "Perry wants this for the Sunday edition. Why
don't you go on home and pack, honey...we might as well go for the
weekend. I'll finish this up and call Mom and Dad to let them know
we're coming. I'll be home as soon as I can." He reached up to caress
Lois's cheek, then kissed her -- for once not caring who might be
watching. "I'm sorry about your special plans."

She smiled, returned his kiss, and replied enigmatically, "Oh, my plans
don't have to be canceled. I can carry them out in Smallville just as
well as here. In fact, it might even work out better."

His puzzled expression returned. "Just what are you up to, wife."

She waggled a finger at him. "Uh, uh, uh...you'll just have to wait and
find out." Lois leaned down to kiss him once more before returning to
her desk to gather her things. "Hurry home," she called as she headed
toward the elevator.

********

Just under three hours later, Clark, carrying two small suitcases,
landed on the Kent's front porch, having delivered Lois a few minutes
before. He had discovered that having extra things to hang on to
detracted from the enjoyment of having Lois in his arms when he flew,
and two trips didn't take all that much time. He found Lois and his
parents in the kitchen, laughing as they prepared a late supper.
"What's the joke?" he asked.

"Oh, nothing, honey," Martha replied.

"Just telling Lois some 'little Clark' stories," Jonathan stated with a
chuckle.

"Da-ad. I'd think by now she'd have heard all the stories about my
childhood that there were to tell."

"Hardly, son. You had a...shall we say interesting...childhood!"

Clark laughed. "Yeah. I guess it was a little...unusual. I
certainly..." He paused momentarily, his expression turning serious.
"Trey is here. He's landed up behind the barn." Clark reached out to
take Lois's hand. "I guess we'd better go see what this is all about."

Martha and Jonathan watched as they left the house, their eyes
betraying their concern. They remembered the last time someone from New
Krypton had come to talk with Clark. They had almost lost him, possibly
forever.

********

Clark and Lois walked around the barn to its far side, which was hidden
>from anyone who might be on the private road in to the farm. Though no
one was expected, neighbors sometimes dropped by without calling --
Smallville was just that kind of town. As they turned the corner, they
saw the faint shimmer of the craft that had brought Trey to Earth as it
uncloaked. They quickly entered so that he could recloak -- better to
take no chances on discovery.

Trey met them and bowed, "Lord Kal-El, it is good to see you again."

Clark held out his hand and chuckled when Trey just looked at it with a
puzzled expression. "On Earth, Trey, it's customary for two friends to
shake hands when they get together, especially when they haven't seen
each other in some time."

"Ah, I see, Lord Kal-El," Trey replied, taking the proffered hand. "And
it is good to see you as well, Lady Lois," he continued, bowing and
offering his hand at the same time.

Lois laughed, shook his hand, and said firmly, "I'm happy to see you,
too, Trey, but please...just call me Lois. I'll feel like someone in a
child's story if you call me *Lady* Lois."

"And I really prefer Clark. Kal-El is someone else...not really me,"
Clark added.

"As you wish, Lor...Clark," Trey responded, bowing once more. Clark
chuckled again and shook his head. He supposed these 'royal' behaviors
were so ingrained they happened automatically -- Trey probably didn't
even realize it when he did it.

"What brings you here? Didn't Zara and Ching come with you?" Clark
asked.

An expression of infinite sadness crossed Trey's face. With lowered
eyes, he said, "It is my sad duty to inform you that Lady Zara and Lord
Ching are dead."

Lois and Clark responded simultaneously with shocked voices. Lois
reached for Clark's hand as she cried, "Oh, no." As he took her hand in
his, Clark questioned, "How?"

"They were attacked by followers of Nor as they traveled to a meeting
with one of the other ruling Houses. Many of Nor's followers were
killed in a small battle when we returned to New Krypton from Earth.
Those who remained swore loyalty to the leaders of New Krypton. We
never expected...we didn't think...," his voice choked and he couldn't
continue.

Clark spoke with compassion, "I'm so sorry to hear this. I didn't know
Zara or Ching long, but I considered them friends." As he spoke,
however, the purpose of Trey's visit dawned on him. "Trey, if you're
here to ask me to go back..."

Trey interrupted him, holding both palms up and waving his hands to
stop Clark's half-questioning statement. "No, no," he assured them,
"the ruling Houses have already selected a new leader from among them.
I'm here at Lady Zara's behest."

"But you said she had died," Lois responded in bewilderment.

"Lord Ching died immediately. Lady Zara lived a few hours after the
attack...though perhaps it would have been better had she died then so
that she would have been spared both the loss of her husband and the
pain of her injuries. She recorded this just before her death. It will
explain my mission in part." He handed Clark a small blue crystal.

As if keyed to Clark's touch, the moment it was placed in his hand a
holographic image appeared. Zara, looking like a tiny doll against the
huge bed in which she lay, began to speak.

"Kal-El...Clark...Trey will have told you what has happened. Our
doctors have told me I haven't much time." A spasm of pain crossed her
face. "I want you to know how much meeting you has meant to Ching and
me. You gave us a very precious gift...you showed us how to love
unconditionally. This past year has been the happiest of my life."
Another spasm hit her -- to those watching the hologram, she was
visibly fading. Her voice weakened. "Now...I want to...send you the
most...precious gift we have. Our..." Her voice stopped, her eyes
closed and the hologram shut down.

Clark, still with Lois's hand clutched in his, looked at the older man
to find him gazing at the spot where the hologram had appeared, unshed
tears filling his eyes.

Trey cleared his throat and, with barely concealed emotion, said, "Lady
Zara lost consciousness at that moment and never woke up. She passed
peacefully, beyond pain."

Clark placed a comforting hand briefly on Trey's shoulder. Trey seemed
to age before their eyes. "I'm glad of that at least," he said softly.
"Do you know what it was she was trying to say?"

Trey straightened his back in an attempt to throw off what, to him, was
an unseemly public display of emotion -- a Kryptonian simply did not
give in to such feelings, especially in the presence of others. "Yes,"
he said as he walked over to one wall which contained a bank of what
appeared to be control buttons. As Trey pressed one of the buttons, a
*swooshing* sound could be heard behind them, and Lois and Clark turned
in the direction of the sound. A small cubicle was emerging from the
opposite wall. Trey walked over to it, and Clark and Lois followed when
he motioned to them.

They looked inside the cubicle to find a sleeping baby, perhaps a month
old, certainly no more.
"Is this...?" Lois asked in surprise.

Trey nodded. "This is Kal-Ching, son of Lady Zara and Lord Ching,
first, and possibly last," he said with regret, "of the House of
Ching."

"Kal?" Clark asked, wide-eyed.

Trey gave a faint smile. "Yes. Lady Zara thought it would be a fitting
tribute to you. Without you, she and Lieutenant Ching would never have
been allowed to marry, and the Council would never have given him the
title of 'Lord.' Not having been born into the nobility, Ching could
never rule without Lady Zara but, with the title of 'Lord' bestowed on
him, it was assured that their children...," he looked down at the
sleeping baby and corrected with sadness, "...child...could."

Returning his gaze to the young couple, Trey continued uncertainly. "It
was Lady Zara's request that I bring their son to you. She feared for
his life. We cannot be certain that we found all of Nor's people. We
let it be known that the child died with his parents, but it is always
possible that they know differently. I cannot guarantee that they won't
follow me, but here, at least, with you, he has a better chance of
survival."

Lois watched as Clark glanced down at the baby. They seldom discussed
it -- she knew how much Clark wanted children, but he was afraid it
might not be possible. She had once suggested that he have Dr. Klein
make some tests, but he had said that he'd rather *believe* it was
possible than *know* it wasn't. She suspected that he never brought up
the subject because deep down he believed it was *not* possible. As for
herself, she had never doubted the possibility. It had never actually
occurred to her when they had first married that they might not be able
to have children. To Lois that possibility was simply unthinkable. This
unique and remarkable man she had married devoted so much of his life
to others. All *he* had ever wanted was to have a 'normal' life -- a
family, which included children. Before Clark Kent came into her life,
children were the farthest thing from her mind -- her career came
first. But falling in love with him had changed all that. Now she
thought about it a lot.

She smiled softly and reached down to take one of his hands in both of
hers, giving it a slight squeeze. He turned to her, his expression
unreadable. Looking back to Trey, Clark said, "Lois and I need to talk
about this, Trey...alone, if you don't mind."

Trey bowed to him, eliciting a faint smile from Clark, and responded,
"Certainly. I'll wait in the outer chamber." He turned and exited
through a door that they had not previously noticed. As it closed
behind him, Lois turned to her husband, concern in her eyes. She
recognized the look on his face -- she had seen it often enough when he
was worried about something, usually *her*.

"What is it, Clark?"

"It's...I..." Clark stumbled over the words. It aggravated him that for
a man of words, he had such trouble expressing his emotions to the
woman he had loved since the moment he met her.

Gently taking his hand, Lois led him to a bench set into one of the
room's walls near the cubicle holding the sleeping baby, then sat,
pulling him down beside her. "Tell me what's wrong," she softly
encouraged.

"I...Lois, I'm not sure we should do this." He looked over at the baby,
trying to hide, but not succeeding, a look of longing in his eyes.

"Why, Clark? Don't you think I know how much you want children? I
considered Zara my friend, too." She gave him a smile, trying to tease
him out of his uncertainty. "Especially since she preferred Ching to
you." He returned the smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, which kept
an almost sad expression.

"What about you, Lois? How do you feel about taking on another woman's
child, even if she was a friend? What if I can't give you children of
our own? Would that make you resentful toward Zara's child?" He spoke
quickly, his words tumbling out almost incoherently. That, more than
anything else, told Lois what he was truly feeling.

She reached up to brush the forever-falling lock of hair from his
forehead, then ran a finger gently down his face to his lips. She had a
great deal to say to him but decided this was not the time. They needed
to get his fears into the open. Lois had a feeling there was more to
this than taking 'another woman's child' into their home.

First things first. "Clark, what if your mom and dad had taken you to
the authorities instead of into their home and hearts? You are who you
are partly because of them. How could you think I would deny Zara and
Ching's son the love *we* could give him? We can take him into our home
and hearts the same way your parents did. You know that...so tell me
what's really wrong. Talk to me, Clark." She took his hands in hers and
squeezed them encouragingly.

Clark looked at her with all the love he had to give -- which was
considerable -- then sighed. He looked up, staring at nothingness.
"Lois, you know what my childhood was like, what my life was like
before I met you." He looked at her then, smiling wistfully, and
reached up to caress her cheek, gently brushing her hair behind her
ear. She placed her own hand over his and brought it to her lips,
giving his palm a soft kiss. "I was lonely," he continued, his voice
hushed as his thoughts turned back to his life before Lois, "always
having to hide my powers, control myself, afraid if I got too close to
someone they'd find out how 'different' I was."

Lois nodded. She had found this out when his mother had come to visit
her after she had refused his proposal. Martha had given her more
insight into what made Clark 'Clark' that night than she had learned in
the two previous years that they had been best friends. Lois had
finally realized just how much she meant to Clark, even though it had
taken her awhile to get over being angry with him for not telling her
about his being Superman.

"If we take the baby," Clark continued, "we could be condemning him to
that same kind of life. Can we do that? If Trey takes him back to New
Krypton, he would at least be with his own people."

"Oh, Clark. Your natural parents had no choice when they sent you
here...their world was dying and they wanted you to live. Zara sent
Kal-Ching here for the same reason...she wanted him to live. If Trey
takes him back to New Krypton, there's a very good chance that Nor's
followers could find out and have him killed. At least here, he would
have you to protect him and, eventually, his own powers. You told me
that your powers came on gradually. I've always wondered if that was
because you discovered them accidentally...you had no one to teach you
what you could do or how to use them. Not knowing what was happening to
you was scary." He nodded. She really did understand what he had gone
through. "But that won't be the case with Kal. He'll have you to teach
him...to tell him who he is and where he came from...to show him what
he can do and what to do with those powers."

Clark smiled, a genuine smile this time that reached his eyes, making
them sparkle. He lifted her hands to his lips, kissing her fingers.
"Then it's okay...you want to take him. You don't mind if we can't..."
She raised one finger to press against his lips and stop his question.

"Of course we'll take him, Clark. We'll take him, and we'll love him as
much as we *will* love our own children."

Clark stood and raised Lois to her feet, taking her in his arms. "You
have such faith, Lois. You've never doubted that we'd have a family. I
wish I could be that sure."

Lois stepped back, her hands on Clark's arms. She looked up into his
face, his eyes drawn to hers. "Clark, I..."

She was interrupted by the sound of a throat being discreetly cleared,
and they both turned to see Trey standing in the doorway to the outer
chamber. "My apologies, Lor...Clark, Lois. But my time is growing
short. I must leave soon. I also apologize for listening in on your
conversation. I'm afraid I haven't learned to control the super hearing
that this world gives our people." Even his smile was apologetic. "I'm
happy that you have decided to take the child. It would have made Lady
Zara and Lord Ching happy to know that their son would be loved and
protected by those they considered friends." He walked slowly toward
them and continued, "And perhaps I can alleviate one of your worries to
some extent. We, too, had wondered if it would be possible for you to
have children. Our scientists on New Krypton researched the
possibility. While their findings were not 100 percent conclusive, they
do believe that there is enough compatibility between Kryptonian and
human physiology to make the chances very good."

Clark, his arm now resting lightly across Lois's shoulder, hers wrapped
around his waist, grinned. "Thanks for telling me that, Trey. At least
it gives me hope. And now," he drew Lois to the cubicle and the child
lying in it, "perhaps we should take *our son* to meet his
grandparents."

He moved his hand to the small of Lois's back and gave her a gentle
push toward the baby. She looked at him in puzzlement then dawning
understanding. Smiling, she reached down to pick up the baby. The
motion woke him and his eyes opened. Looking down into deep brown eyes,
Lois Lane, for the second time in her life, fell in love with a being
>from another planet.

********

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TITLE: Zara's Gift
PART: 2 of 2
AUTHOR: Denise Cisco
RATING: G
FEEDBACK/AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written sometime early in the
fourth season -- I'm just now gathering the courage to post it. Any
similarity to later events in the season (however infinitesimal) is
purely coincidental. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind (no
editing please).

*****

Jonathan and Martha Kent sat in their family room, trying to appear
nonchalant, as if they hadn't a worry in the world. Neither wanted to
express their growing concern over the absence of their son and his
wife. Martha sat with a book in her hand, but Jonathan knew she hadn't
turned a page in the last 20 minutes. Martha had watched as Jonathan
nervously channel-surfed the TV with the remote.

They both leaped to their feet in relief when they heard steps on the
porch, then gazed curiously at their son and daughter-in-law as they
entered the house, Lois carrying a bundle in her arms.

"Clark...what happened? What did he want?" Martha asked anxiously.

"He brought us a...gift...from Zara and Ching," Clark replied, then
motioned them forward as he placed an arm around Lois's shoulders and
gently drew back the blanket covering the bundle she carried.

Martha and Jonathan walked over to the couple to see what they had
brought. As they gazed at the child in Lois's arms, they spoke out
together in surprise.

"Clark!"

"Son, what...?"

Clark led his newly increased family to the sofa where they sat while
he explained about Zara and Ching's death and Zara's desire that he and
Lois raise their child.

"This is such a surprise, Clark," Martha responded when he finished his
story. "I can't help having mixed feelings. I'm sorry about their
death, but...," she motioned toward the baby, "*this*..."

"I know, Mom. It's kind of overwhelming, isn't it."

"I don't think that even begins to describe it, son," Jonathan stated
with a grin. "The look on Lois's face is the same one I saw on your
mother's face the first time she held you. Must be some kind of spell
that Kryptonians put on Earth women."

Clark laughed. Lois smiled and added, "I think I can attest that
there's certainly some kind of magic there." She shifted in her seat.
"Clark, my arms are getting a little tired, could you...?" She lifted
the baby toward him. It had occurred to her that it was time for *him*
to feel some of the magic of holding their son in his arms.

As Clark took the baby from her, Lois turned so that she could see the
faces of her husband and his parents. "We have some other good news,"
she said, her face glowing.

They looked at her expectantly and she continued. "We're going to be
giving him a brother or sister."

Jonathan and Martha looked at her in wide-eyed surprise and Martha
asked excitedly, "Lois, are you...?"

Before she could finish her question, Clark felt the need to clarify
Lois's statement. "Lois means that Trey told us that the scientists on
New Krypton had researched whether we would be able to have children.
They think the chances are good, but they weren't positive about it."

Lois looked indulgently at her husband, took a deep breath and broke
in. "Actually, we didn't need their research. And the chances are more
than good...they're 100 percent positive."

Clark stared at her in amazement. "Lois...are you saying what I think
you're saying?"

She nodded. "In seven and a half months...assuming half-Kryptonian
babies take the standard amount of time...," she knit her brows a
little worriedly at that, then continued, "our family is going to
increase by one." She placed her palm lightly over her stomach and said
with a grin as she looked toward the unexpected 'special delivery' they
had received, "At least I *hope* it's only one." She reached toward her
husband in alarm, crying out, "Clark...the baby!"

In his shock, Clark had let the baby begin to slip from his arms. He
quickly adjusted his hold, then handed the child to Martha and reached
for his wife.

Standing in his loving embrace, Lois looked into his eyes, seeing her
own happiness reflected in them. "Was this your 'something special?'"
he asked, his eyes suspiciously moist.

"Mmm-mmm," she murmured. "I started to tell you in the ship...when you
were talking about the possibility that we might never be able to have
our own children. I couldn't bear to have you feel that way and let it
interfere with our taking Kal. But Trey came back and interrupted
us..."

He kissed her gently and they turned to look at his parents, who had
busied themselves with the baby so as not to intrude on Lois and
Clark's special moment.

Lois laughed softly. She could already see that the Kents were going to
be doting grandparents to all the children she and Clark would have,
natural or otherwise.

"I'm certainly glad I'll have someone with experience in Kryptonian
child-rearing," she said with a smile. "I have a feeling that two
babies under a year old are going to be a little more than a first-time
mother can handle...especially with the other...uh...complications...we
bring to the situation."

Martha smiled at her, a small twinge of envy passing through her that
Lois would experience motherhood in the one way she herself never had,
but it passed quickly as she focused instead on the man her foundling
baby boy had become and his glowing wife. "I've always felt that
together you two could handle anything life threw at you," she told
them, love for them both shining in her eyes. "I don't think this will
be an exception." She glanced at the baby now being cuddled by his
grandfather. "What are you going to name this one? Everyone knows
Superman's real name now, so 'Kal' might provide too much of a
connection between you and Superman."

"Actually, we talked about it on the way back from Trey's ship," Lois
replied. "We thought we might continue something started by you and
call him Lane, but Lane Kent didn't have quite the right ring. So we
decided to use that for his middle name."

"And his first?" Jonathan asked.

"It wasn't a hard decision to make after we eliminated 'Lane'. In fact,
we said it to each other at exactly the same time."

Jonathan raised his eyebrows at his son in a get-on-with-it expression.
"And..."

Clark looked at his wife and they said together, "Jonathan."

Jonathan Kent looked at them in surprise, then said softly, "I'm
honored."

A small cooing sound arose from the bundle in his arms and all eyes
turned to the baby as Jonathan said, "Welcome to the Kent family,
Jonathan Lane Kent."

"This brings up something else, Martha," Lois remarked. "We can't just
suddenly show up with a baby. How did you and Jonathan handle the legal
aspects of adopting Clark?"

"We had a little under-the-table help from Doc Timmins.
He...uh...manufactured...some documents that gave us custody of Clark
and forged a birth certificate for him. We knew no one here in
Smallville would ever question our story, but we also knew eventually
Clark would need some kind of official paperwork. Doc kept the secret
until the day he died. Clark was about six then. But the times were
different. Everything is computerized today. I don't know how..."

"Actually, I *do*, Mom. I never mentioned it to you, because it
was...uh...," Clark blushed a little at what he was about to admit to
his parents, "...a little illegal."

Lois and his parents stared at him. The 'Boy Scout' had done something
illegal? The idea was impossible to imagine.

"A couple of years ago, I had to renew my passport. You remember, Lois,
Perry sent me to England to cover that Economic Conference. Sometime
during one of my moves, a box of personal documents...including my
birth certificate and passport...disappeared. Nothing that could ever
connect me to Superman," he assured them, then continued. "Anyway, I
had to apply for a new one and needed a copy of my birth certificate.
The courthouse in Kansas City had transferred all their records to
computer, and evidently Doc Timmins had never filed his forged one with
them. I had to...uh...hack into their computers and put it there so
they could give me an 'official' copy."

"So...," Martha said slowly, "you could do the same to show the birth
of 'Jonathan Lane Kent?'"

"Yeah...I'll have to give him a different last name...we're going to
have to come up with some story for the people back at the Planet.
Since we can't present Zara's hologram as evidence, we'll have to forge
a letter from his 'parents' giving us custody in case of their deaths,
so we can officially adopt him. "

"Judge Michaels in Smallville can probably help with the adoption. I
don't think he would question anything as long as we can give him the
right paperwork. He was always very fond of you. In fact, he was a
little disappointed when you chose journalism over law."

"You considered going into law?" Lois asked in amazement. She had
thought she knew everything about her husband.

"Not really," Clark laughed. "I spent the summer before my senior year
in high school working at the courthouse for my college fund. The judge
kept trying to talk me into going to law school...but journalism was
where my heart was set...until I met you, that is."

"Oh, smooth one, Kent," Lois laughed. "So, I guess the first thing we
need to do is call Perry and tell him about this little bundle that's
been dropped in our laps and ask for a few days off while we take care
of the legalities."

"Right. And the next thing?" Clark could see the wheels spinning in
Lois's head.

"The next thing...," Lois replied with a grin, "is you and Jonathan get
your first babysitting job, while Martha and I go shopping. I know
Martha has some of your baby things stored away, but we're going to
need a few basic necessities." Lois gave Martha a slightly panicked
look. "And I have no idea what those might be. I'd expected to have a
few months to figure those things out for myself."

"Uh-oh," Jonathan stage-whispered to Clark. "Better prepare yourself to
get a second mortgage on the townhouse if these two go 'baby' shopping.
Your mother just about spent a season's crops when we got you."

"Jonathan! I did *not*!"

The two men laughed as Martha looked indignantly at her son and
husband. Lois, trying to be loyal to the female side of the family,
stifled a giggle -- unsuccessfully -- and received a glare from Martha
for her efforts.

Martha couldn't maintain her attitude long, however. She laughed and
reached out a hand to Lois. "Come on. Let's take baby
Jonathan...Jonny?" She gave Lois and Clark a questioning look and they
both nodded. "...Jonny upstairs to see what I have of Clark's that will
fit. He looks about the size Clark was when we found him."

Lois reached to take the baby from Jonathan, then the two women walked
up the stairs, talking and laughing with each other. Their husbands
looked after them, each with identical expressions of love and pride.

********

Exactly seven-and-a-half months later, Clark sat by his wife's bed, the
fragrance of several bouquets of flowers lightly scenting the hospital
room. He held her hand gently in his, gazing lovingly at her sleeping
face. Tired as she was after 30 hours of labor, he still thought she
was the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. It had not been an easy
labor, but the doctor had assured him that that was often the case with
first babies. He hadn't been prepared for the pain, though. Trey had
warned him three months before when he had contacted Clark about some
developments on New Krypton, and Clark had told him his own news. It
seemed that Kryptonian men often, though not always, 'shared' their
wives' pain during childbirth. He had shrugged it off, assuming that
his super powers would protect him.

However, he hadn't considered the fact that he and Lois had always been
'connected' in some way. From the beginning he had been aware of her on
a subconscious level no matter where she was. As they had grown closer,
that bond had become stronger. When their emotional bond had become a
physical one after their marriage, he had found that no matter where he
was in the world he could 'feel' her. He had been in China, helping to
clean up after an earthquake, when he felt her first contractions. It
had started as a niggling discomfort, and by the time he had been able
to leave China the discomfort had escalated to Kryptonite proportions.
Lois, on the other hand, was handling things admirably, waiting
patiently for him to get back home to take her to the hospital -- she
had refused to let Jonathan and Martha take her until there was no
other choice. They had been about to leave when Clark had arrived home,
but by that time the pain he was 'sharing' with Lois was too severe for
him to fly *or* drive, so Jonathan had driven them to the hospital
while Martha stayed with Jonny.

Lois had been more concerned about Clark than the impending birth of
their child until he had finally gotten it under control. He had been
able to stay with her throughout the birth, as they had planned,
without totally embarrassing himself. He had been as exhausted as she
when it was over, but his recuperative powers helped him to recover
more quickly.

The miracle of watching the birth of their daughter would stay with him
for the rest of his life. He'd had one brief moment of panic when he
could no longer hear the tiny heartbeat he had been hearing for the
past several months. That panic had eased, however, when he realized
that the baby's heartbeat was merely being overwhelmed by the pounding
of his own, Lois's, the doctor's and the nurses'. Shortly after that
his daughter had entered the world. Perfect -- ten fingers, ten toes,
two ears, two eyes, a nose, and a tiny mouth -- he'd checked and
counted just to be sure.

He felt Lois begin to stir and sat up straighter. She opened her eyes
and searched for him, smiling as her eyes met his.

"How's our daughter?" she asked tiredly.

"Perfect...beautiful, just like her mother."

"I don't feel very beautiful right now," she replied, shifting in the
bed for a more comfortable position.

"You'll *always* be beautiful to me, Lois," he responded softly, "but
especially now."

She smiled and squeezed his hand. "And what about Jonny?"

"He's fine, too. Mom's taking the doting grandmother cliche to new
heights. She did say, however, that we couldn't name the baby after
her. She thinks 'Martha' is too old-fashioned a name for a child who'll
be growing up in a new century. And she refused to give me any
suggestions...said she didn't want to color our decision."

Lois laughed, then grimaced at the twinge of pain it caused. "That
sounds like your mom. Well, cross off that name. And I suppose we
should cross off the other 'old-fashioned' names. And I still don't
want a 'Lois, Junior,' so get that look off your face right now."

"What look?" Clark asked innocently. They had had this 'argument'
before. Deciding that they didn't want to know the baby's sex before it
was born, they had mulled over various girl and boy names. She had
wanted to name a son 'Clark, Junior,' but he had felt that living up to
Superman would be hard enough, the boy didn't also need to have to live
up to 'Clark Kent,' so he had quickly vetoed that. She had shot back
that 'Lois Kent' wouldn't do for the same reason. They had been through
every 'baby name' book they could find and now had a short list of
names -- which had just gotten shorter.

Lois sighed. "We'd better come up with something quick, or her birth
certificate is going to read 'Baby Kent,' which might be a little
embarrassing when she starts school. Big brother Jonny might have to
beat up half the kids in school."

Clark laughed, then said, "I've been thinking about it...what do you
think of Jennifer? It's an old name, but not necessarily old-fashioned.
And you said you liked Kathleen for a middle name, but not a first
name. I think they sound good together."

Lois tried it on her tongue. "Jennifer Kathleen Kent. Jenny Kent. Jenny
and Jonny. It almost makes them sound like twins. I like it." She
squeezed his hand again. "Okay, when do I get to see our daughter
Jenny?"

"The nurse said to buzz her when you woke up and felt ready to hold
her."

"Then buzz away. I'm ready."

Clark laughed. "First see if you can sit up a little...I'll raise the
head of the bed."

He did so, then buzzed the nurse. They waited impatiently for her to
bring the baby. Lois squirmed a little in the bed -- she wished she
could be at home in her own bed, but the doctor had told her that he
preferred his new mothers to spend at least one night in the hospital
just to be on the safe side. She'd known him for many years and trusted
him, so Lois Lane, uncharacteristically, followed orders.

A few minutes later, Clark watched with pride as Lois looked in wonder
at the bundle in her arms.

"She's so *tiny*, Clark," Lois whispered as the baby wrapped her
minute-sized fingers around one of Lois's. Lois had thought the first
time she had held Jonny, knowing he was theirs, was awe-inspiring. But
holding this child, born of the love she and Clark shared, was
indescribable. She raised teary eyes filled with love to her husband.

"She's just like her mother," Clark replied in the soft, gravelly sound
his voice took on when he was overcome with emotion. His finger gently
stroked their daughter's temple, while his other hand did the same to
Lois's arm.

Lois smiled. "Well, I hope she has her father's temperament...I don't
think I'm equipped to handle another Lois Lane, especially if she takes
after her father in other ways."

Clark laughed, then they both looked toward the door as a knock sounded
>from it.

"Mom...Dad!" Clark exclaimed and rose to hug them. He laughed again
when the baby in Jonathan's arms reached out to him eagerly. Jonathan
transferred the squirming child to Clark's arms, and Jonny immediately
began planting wet kisses all over Clark's face, punctuated by the
barely discernable word 'Da.' At almost nine months, Jonny had become a
dynamo of energy -- crawling everywhere, beginning to take his first
steps hanging on to furniture, getting into everything that hadn't been
child-proofed, which now included almost everything after some
unnerving close calls. Lois and Clark were both exceedingly grateful
that super powers didn't manifest themselves this early. Clark wasn't
sure even Superman could keep a 'superbaby' out of trouble.

Clark laughed softly at his son, returning the wet kisses. Anyone
seeing the two together could see that even at this early age, the boy
shared a special bond with his father.

"Hey, big guy," he said softly, and Jonny giggled at the rumble he felt
echoing from Clark's chest to his. "Wanna see your new sister?" Clark
carried Jonny over to Lois's bed. Seeing Lois, Jonny reached out to her
as he had Clark, squealing "Ma...Ma."

Clark held him back as Lois shifted Jenny in her arms. "Hi, sweetie.
See what we have. Someone else to love you as much as we do."

Something extraordinary happened at that moment as Jonathan Lane Kent
looked for the first time into the face of Jennifer Kathleen Kent.
Clark couldn't see Jonny's face as he gazed on his new sister. Lois saw
it, but didn't recognize it -- because she had never really noticed
Clark the first time he had seen her in Perry's office. But the look
was the same. Love at first sight. Baby Jennifer was the image of her
mother, and there was something about the Lane women that knocked
Kryptonian men for a loop. Though raised as brother and sister, the
bond they shared was as strong as that of their parents. They would
take separate paths as they grew and found their own life partners, but
Jonny was always her protector and defender when she turned out to be
another 'Lois Lane' after all, a super-powered 'Lois Lane' who
sometimes needed an equally powerful being to keep her feet planted
firmly on the ground. All the Kent children used their powers for the
good of others, but like her mother, Jenny had a tendency to 'leap
before testing the waters,' and her big brother's hand was usually the
one reaching out to pull her back.

All this was some time in the future, of course. At the moment,
Jonathan and Martha Kent gazed with love at their son, whom they had
feared might never have a family of his own, as he sat with his wife
and two children, the first steps on the road to Utopia.

The End

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Denise,

This was a lovely story.  I thoroughly enjoyed it.  I know you said no
editing so I won't - but even if you were looking for criticism, I
wouldn't have any to offer.  Don't change a word.

I hope you plan on submitting this to the archive.  Without spoiling
this for anyone, my favourite line was the last line of part 1 - a
truly wonderful line.

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Hi all:)

Just a note to let you know my new address:)

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Oh Denise,

<sniff, sniff> I loved your story! It has me bawling like a baby, it is s=
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beautiful. Why did you sit on it so long? Post something else soon, pleas=
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TITLE: Walk In My Shoes
PART: 1/5
AUTHOR: Sheila Harper <sharper@cncc.cc.co.us>
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Walk In My Shoes
Season 6, Episode 9
By Sheila Harper <sharper@cncc.cc.co.us>
Rated PG

Original Air Date: May 23, 1999

WALK IN MY SHOES

PREVIOUSLY ON LOIS & CLARK:

A month ago, Dr. Klein finally decoded part of the files Clark had copied
>from the LexCorp network.  The decoded sections had contained enough
information to convince even Lois (who had tried to view Luthor's story
impartially) that he had lied, that there had been no clone.

And that meant that the man living openly in Metropolis knew Superman's real
identity.

*****

The problem with the Zelig stone, Lex had long known, was that it was too
personal.  You had to clasp the stone against the hand of the intended
victim in order to effect a transfer.  But with this little machine
amplifying and focusing the stone's power . . . portable, effective at a
distance.  Even a wary Superman wouldn't be invulnerable to such a transfer.

*****

"How'd it go?" Clark asked, standing in his usual Superman pose, arms
crossed, legs planted apart like young oaks, his cape lifting gently in the
breeze.

At the familiar voice, Laura began to kick and squirm, squealing and holding
out her arms for her daddy.

"Oops," he added, glancing around to see if anyone had noticed her reaction.

Lois raised her eyebrows.  "You'd better hope you're not in the Suit when
she pops out with 'da-da' the first time."

*****

"Another shooting?" Lois asked as she pushed through the front door of the
small ranch house to join Clark.  She glanced at his notes.  "What's this?
No struggle, nothing stolen, no sign of a break-in, just a single bullet in
the back of the head?"

"Like an execution.  But we don't have to look for a connection to Luthor
this time.  Chris Trifyllis worked at LexCorp's main computer lab," her
husband said.

*****

Nick pushed away from his desk, glancing out the window into the hallway as
he did.  A couple was walking up to the door of his lab:  a dark-haired man
with glasses and a petite, dark-haired woman next to him.

Oh God.  He dove behind his monitor, nearly knocking his chair over in his
hurry to get out of sight of the window.  Those were the people the police
thought might be Chris's killers, and now, just a few hours after he saw
them leaving Chris's house, they showed up at his lab.

*****

"Dr. Trifyllis?" Lois called.  "Your door was open.  Are you still here?"

Clark followed her into the room, catching her hand.  Something was wrong.
He tipped his glasses down and began to scan the apartment.  "Lois, wait,"
he said--

--when a white blaze of light seized them and held them rigidly in place.
Then the light vanished, and they crumpled onto the floor.

*****

"Wha-what happened?" Clark asked--

--and recoiled at the sound.  High-pitched, unmistakably feminine . . . what
had happened to him?  Ignoring the pain in his head, he raised up on one
elbow and looked down at himself.  A suit dress?  Nylons?  He ran a
disbelieving hand down his chest, over an all too familiar shape.
Horrified, he lifted his gaze to his double's.  "Lois?"

The image of himself nodded, and he groaned, "Oh God, not again,"

*****

Taking Lois's hands in his, Clark said, "Close your eyes and concentrate on
being in your own body."

They yearned toward each other, drawing together until their foreheads
touched, but still:  "Nothing," Lois said in frustration.  "It's not
working."  She pulled away and stood up, pacing restlessly.  "Clark, what
are we going to do?"

He visibly set aside his own disappointment.  "Find Nick Trifyllis," he
said.

Frustration and fear drove her to put the unthinkable into words.  "And what
if we can't find him?"

Clark lifted his espresso-dark gaze to hers.  "I don't know."

*****

WALK IN MY SHOES

By Sheila Harper

ACT 1

"Honey?  Could you give me a hand, please?" Clark called.

Lois picked up Laura and started up the stairs.  "C'mon, sweetie, let's go
see Da--  Mo--  Let's go upstairs," she finished, deciding to avoid the
troublesome names entirely.  Things were confusing enough without getting
Laura so mixed up that it scarred her for life.

Clark had taken off the skirt and matching jacket, put on some jeans, and
was struggling to get out of the dark blue silk top, which buttoned up the
back.  "Oh, there you are," he said, looking over his shoulder as Lois and
Laura entered the bedroom.  "Can you help me get this off?"  He had both
arms bent up behind his back, but he couldn't seem to find the buttons.

He sounded so odd, Lois thought, putting Laura on the floor and watching as
the infant quickly crawled toward her "mother."  His voice didn't sound the
way it always had to her own ears.  More than anything, he sounded like that
childish clone of her that Lex had made.  "Here you go," she said and
unfastened the buttons, a grin nearly splitting her face.

He slid the blouse off and, reaching for a t-shirt, pulled it over his head,
sighing in relief.  Then he glimpsed her expression.  "What's so funny?"

She shook her head.  "You.  You normally spin in and out of form-fitting
spandex that fastens in back, and now . . ."

He reached down and picked up Laura.  "Be good," he warned.  "I didn't say
anything about your--uh--spin change earlier."

"Yeah, but--"  Lois stopped, suddenly getting a clear mental image of what
Clark would look like half-tangled in his suit coat and tie, and she
laughed.  "Okay, so we both need practice getting in and out of each other's
clothes."

Clark started toward the stairs, and she added, "You aren't going downstairs
like that, are you?"

He glanced down at his obviously feminine chest and grimaced.  "It's not
like I have a lot of choice."

"Not that, I mean--"  Gaze fixed on his hair, which was sticking out as if
it hadn't seen a comb in days, she reached toward him, stopped, then
decided, 'What the heck,' and swiftly combed his hair into place with her
fingers.

Rolling his eyes, he grinned and shook his head.  "What d'you have against
the 'dragged through a knot-hole backwards' look?"

She followed him downstairs.  "Is that one of your dad's sayings?"  At his
nod, she continued, "Because someone might come by.  Besides, it doesn't
look right."

"Uh-huh."  He put Laura in her swing and turned to see Lois sitting in her
favorite chair with one leg tucked under her.  "Neither does that."

"What?"

"Guys don't sit that way.  It makes me--you--look like a girl."

It was her turn to roll her eyes, but she untucked her leg.  "Is this okay?
Or do I need to cross my ankle over my knee and scratch myself?"

Clark took a slow, deep breath and counted to twenty.  "No, what you need to
do is come to the kitchen and help me with dinner."

"I had to cook last night," she complained.

"Lo--, you started the rice and stirred in the sweet-and-sour sauce.  That
isn't cooking."

"It is when I'm having to take care of a fussy baby, too."  But she got up
and followed him into the kitchen.

*****

Nick's apartment door locks hardly slowed Enrico O'Reilly at all, and his
search was equally swift and efficient.  Within ten minutes, he was tucking
half a dozen zip disks into his coat pocket.  He had been unable to find an
address book, so he tried to turn on the computer to see if Trifyllis had a
database of addresses.  However, the desktop refused to open without a
password, and after struggling with it for another ten minutes, he was
forced to admit defeat and leave the apartment without an address for the
mysterious Alexios.

*****

"Okay, we can't get changed back without Nick Trifyllis, but he wasn't at
home or work, so the first thing we need to do is track him down.  Do you
have any ideas?" Clark asked as he shoveled a scoop of pureed carrots into
Laura's mouth.

His daughter expressed her displeasure at the taste of vegetables by making
a face and thrusting the food out with her tongue to run down her chin.
>From the other side of her, Lois mopped up the orange puree on the baby's
face and sternly told her, "No applesauce until you eat your carrots."  But
Laura ignored her and, grinning, scooped up some cereal and applesauce,
nearly half of which made it into her mouth.

"These little bibs are worthless," Lois complained, trying to wipe Laura's
latest efforts at self-feeding off her top.  "I'm going to get her some of
those plastic poncho-things."  She glanced across the table and saw Clark's
patient expression.  "Sorry, honey," she half-laughed.  "I got a little
sidetracked."

"I noticed."  He smiled at her.  "But can we get back to tracking down Nick
Trifyllis?" he prompted.

"Um, right.  Maybe we should check his house and lab again tonight."

"Okay.  Do you think your mom would watch Laura, or should I ask my folks?"

Lois frowned.  "Maybe I should go alone.  I can find out if he's at either
place with a quick fly-by, and if he's there, I can come back and get you."

"Leave me here while you check?  I thought we were partners."

"We are.  But you're the one who said Laura was reacting to us being gone so
much.  I just thought it might be better if we didn't both leave her unless
we had to--and I can check it faster."

Clark turned to look at his daughter, who apparently felt his gaze and
looked up, smiling while carrots drooled from the corners of her mouth.  Her
delight drew a reluctant return smile from him.  "I guess you're right," he
said at last.

*****

The approaching headlights were hypnotic in the darkness, and although he
was only a few miles from Carsonville, where Alex moved after he got out of
prison, Nick felt his eyes droop closed as he lost his battle against
sleepiness.  His head bobbed; his hands relaxed on the wheel; he slid
further into the beckoning arms of Morpheus.

It was his head jerking to one side, then banging against the steering wheel
that awakened him.  Groggily, he looked up and saw bushes ahead of him;
then, startled and panicking, he realized that he was off the road and
plunging headlong into a stand of trees.  A surge of adrenaline jerked him
awake, and he slammed on the brakes and spun the wheel to the left.  The car
skidded sideways and smashed into a tree just behind the rear passenger
door.

When the car stopped shuddering, Nick grabbed a flashlight from the glove
box and tumbled out of his door to look at the damage.  The glare of the
flashlight showed the rear fender crunched against the back wheel, and he
turned away, fighting unexpected tears.  It was too much:  Chris's death,
being hunted by his killers, and now wrecking his car.  His head pounding,
he dropped onto the seat behind the steering wheel and fumbled for his cell
phone.  "Hello?  Triple-A?"

*****

Bathing Laura was harder than it had been the night before. Kneeling in
front of the tub made Clark's knees sore; leaning over the side of the tub
dug into his ribs; and lifting Laura from this position made his arms and
shoulders ache.  She slipped in his hands when he picked up her water-slick
body, and catching her nearly wrenched his upper back.  He laid her on a
towel on the bathroom floor to dry her and put a lightweight sleeper on her,
but standing up and lifting her hurt his lower back.  Groaning as he carried
her down into the kitchen to fix her bottle, he wondered if this was why
Lois still used the baby bath on the dressing table.

The microwave heated the formula quickly--too quickly, he realized, hissing
in a breath when he squirted hot milk across his wrist, wishing for the
precision control of his heat vision.  However, a few minutes in the freezer
brought the milk down to a comfortable temperature, and Clark hauled baby
and bottle back upstairs and into the rocker in Laura's room.

He collapsed into the chair and, cuddling his daughter in his right arm,
offered her the bottle--just as he always did when Lois was gone.  But
instead of reaching for it and pulling the tip into her mouth, she turned
her head away and pushed it away.  "What's wrong, sweetie?" he asked.  "Does
my Laura-babe have a tummy-ache?"  He rubbed her little belly and tried to
give the bottle to her again, and she batted at it with one hand while she
grabbed at his T-shirt with the other.

<Oh, no.>  He suddenly remembered Lois complaining that Laura wouldn't take
a bottle from her--not even juice.  He closed his eyes.  No, this was too
much.  He couldn't do it; he didn't even know *how.*

But neither had Lois the first time--or Laura, who was tugging at his shirt
again, for that matter.  Sighing, he pulled up his shirt and opened the
front catch of the bra.  "I hope you know what to do, sweetie, because
you're sort of on your own here."

Laura not only knew what to do, but she latched on so eagerly that Clark
caught his breath and jumped as she bit down.  She gummed him fiercely, her
brows drawing together in a little frown while he held her close.  He was
tense, and even though he tried rocking her, her face scrunched up
unhappily.  "What's wrong, ba--Ow!" he yelped when she suddenly bit him.  He
jerked away.  "No!"

At his sharp reprimand, Laura sucked in a deep breath, then began to wail.
Clark got up and paced across the bedroom, holding her up against his
shoulder as if he were burping her, gently patting her back and murmuring
soft "Shh-shh" noises when all he felt like doing was swearing.  This whole
thing was impossible.  He couldn't get her to take a bottle, and he was
doing something wrong because she couldn't nurse either, and if he didn't
figure something out soon, his daughter was going to go hungry.

Dimly recalling the books he had read when Lois decided to breastfeed, Clark
guessed that the milk hadn't let down.  The only problem was, he didn't know
how to make it happen.  He thought that it was related to his level of
tension, but he didn't have the control over this body that he had over his
own.  He couldn't slow his heartrate and other vital functions and
consciously force himself to relax no matter how upset or anxious he felt.

But he had to try.

He sat back down in the rocker and took long, slow breaths, trying to send
the "relax, relax" message to his muscles.  "It's okay, sweetie," he
murmured, rocking gently and rubbing Laura's back.  Gradually her crying
slowed down, and a few shuddering breaths later, she sighed and rubbed her
face against his shoulder.

Clark turned her, cradling her in his other arm.  Woebegone brown eyes
drowned in tears looked up at him, and he stroked her hand as she tried
nursing again.  When her small fingers curled around his thumb, he smiled
down at her--and suddenly felt an odd tingling in his chest.  Laura's
tentative gumming grew strong and assured, her frown easing into
contentment, and they both sighed.

As she relaxed in his arms, he rocked her, stroking her soft hair with one
hand and smoothing the other forefinger over the back of the silky-skinned
hand clasping his thumb.  He talked to her softly and smiled into her drowsy
brown eyes while he enjoyed the sweetly pleasurable sensation of her nursing
and felt peace soak into his heart.  "I love you, baby girl," he murmured,
and his throat tightened when she pulled away long enough to give him a
wide, milky smile before she returned to the serious business of eating.

When she finally drifted to sleep, he held her for a long moment, studying
her face tenderly.  He had loved her before she was even born, but somehow .
. . this created a bond that he had never expected.  No wonder Lois had
fought so hard for the childcare center at the Planet.  The only wonder was
that she had been able to tear herself away from Laura to go to work at all.

*****

"Hey, Nicky!  C'mon in.  What're you doing in this burg?"  Alex Trifyllis
was a little shorter than Nick, and his medium brown hair straggled untidily
around his ears and the back of his neck.  He grabbed the laptop case and
held open the door of the messy apartment as if he were a doorman at the
Lexor hotel.  "And a taxi, too?  What happened to your car?"

Nick's throat was tight with grief, but he managed to say, "I wrecked it.
Fell asleep at the wheel."

"Man, you're lucky you weren't killed," Alex said, closing the door behind
them.

A sob broke past Nick's lips, and he let his duffle bag drop to the floor.

"Nicky, what's wrong?" Alex asked, embarrassment and surprise in his voice.

Dragging his sleeve across his face, Nick tried to stem the flood of tears,
but they reappeared as fast as he wiped them away.  He finally gave up the
hopeless effort and blurted out, "Chris was killed this afternoon.
Murdered."  And he collapsed onto the couch, cradling his invention in his
arms as he cried.

*****

A whoosh alerted Clark to Lois's return, and she trotted down the stairs a
moment later.  "Sorry I took so long," she said.  "A bank robbery turned
into a firefight."

He looked up sharply, remembering the bullet gouge on his forearm when Woody
Sams had stolen his body.  "Are you okay?"

She nodded.  "Don't worry.  I disarmed them before they ever saw me."  She
worried her lip in a very Lois-like gesture.  "Do you really think your
aura's fading?"

The habit of not showing her how worried he was took over, and he tried to
downplay his fears.  "I don't know, but I don't want to find out.  Since you
took the time to stop a robbery, I guess I can assume that Nick wasn't at
home or his lab?"

"Right.  But someone else had been."

"What?"

"Someone's searched his apartment--someone who didn't care who knew it,
either."  She dropped down on the couch next to Clark.  "I couldn't tell if
anything's missing, but Nick wasn't there, and I didn't see any
bloodstains," she added.

Startled, he jerked around to look up at her.  "I didn't think of that.
God, if he'd been killed--"

"--we might be stuck like this.  Forever."

The word seemed to hang in the air like a threat, killing hope. "That's not
gonna happen," Clark denied flatly.  "We'll get switched back," he promised,
then tried to lighten the moment by making a weak joke.  "You know, honey,
when I said I loved your body, this wasn't exactly what I had in mind."

Lois smiled and flung her arms around him, enveloping him in a big hug.
"Yeah, I know.  I'd rather be outside your body than inside it, too."

"Hey, I didn't say that," he teased, pulling back just enough to look at her
face.

That startled a crack of laughter from her, and she swatted his shoulder,
visibly gentling the blow at the last instant.  "Clark Kent, you are
*incorrigible*."

He grinned.  "But you love me anyway."

Her smile softened tenderly.  "Yeah, I do."

She hesitated, and he could read her confusion easily because the same
emotions were troubling him.  Their teasing exchange would normally have led
to a kiss--or more, since Laura was asleep.  But . . . even though he ached
to lose himself in his wife's embrace, he just couldn't kiss that man
sitting next to him.  He couldn't do it.

Instead, he brought up something he had been thinking about while Lois was
gone.  "Honey, I think we've been assuming a couple of things about this . .
."  He gestured toward both of them, trying to indicate what had happened to
them.

She nodded.  "I know.  Since it was Nick Trifyllis's lab, we've assumed that
he's the one who attacked us."

Her quick intelligence never failed to astonish and delight him.  "*And*
that he's been working on something that would have this kind of effect," he
continued.

"But that's reasonable," she protested.  "I mean, we know that he's
connected to Asabi, who was connected to Lex--at a time when Lex was
planning to transfer consciousness from one body to another."

"Yeah, but that connection is . . ."  Clark rapidly wiggled his open hand
back and forth to indicate its 'iffiness.'  "Asabi could have been his
astrologer or . . . or his spirit guide or something.  For all we know, it
could have been Asabi in that lab instead of Nick."

She was quick to see the weakness in his argument.  "But why would Asabi
shoot us with something?"

"Why would Nick Trifyllis?" he challenged, getting to the point that had
been troubling him.

Lois frowned, thinking.  "So you think some stranger with a--a psychic
weapon used it on us?  But why?  And how?  No one knew we were going to the
lab."

"I don't know," he said, his exasperation and frustration packed into those
three words.  "I can't come up with a reason why *anyone* would do it.  Or
how any of this relates back to Chris Trifyllis's murder, or where Luthor
fits into the picture.  I just . . . think we've been making some
assumptions that we'd better check out before we decide that Nick's our
shooter."

She gnawed at her lower lip, then nodded abruptly.  "Okay, so Lane and Kent
need to do some investigating.  Tomorrow we can tell Perry to reassign our
other stories."

"Sounds like a plan."  Clark hugged Lois and felt his own neediness
reflected in her clinging embrace.  He swallowed hard.  They'd been in
impossible situations before, and they'd always found a solution.  This was
just one more obstacle to overcome together.  It had to be; the alternative
was unthinkable.

*****

CONTINUED IN PART 2
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TITLE: Walk In My Shoes
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SUMMARY:  Episode 9 of Season 6.

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The next morning, Clark put his foot through a second pair of nylons.
"That's it," he said, standing up and throwing the cobwebby fabric into the
trash.  "No dresses, no pantyhose, and *no* heels."  He pulled a brown
jacket and slacks out of the closet.  "Is this a work outfit?" he asked,
holding it up so Lois could see it from the bathroom.

She wrinkled up her nose.  "I guess."  He waited for her to explain, and she
continued, "It just . . . makes me look frumpy.  Never mind.  Wear either
the white or rose shell with it."

He looked at her side of the closet helplessly.  "Rose shell.  That's a pink
shirt, right?"

She came out of the bathroom in Clark's bathrobe, toothbrush caught between
her teeth, and grabbed the rose silk top and a pair of round-toed flats.
"Here," she said, thrusting the garments into his hands, then marched back
into the bathroom.  "Men," she muttered under her breath.

Clark was wiggling into the silk top when he heard a brief but ominous
ripping sound.  Uh-oh.  He hurriedly pulled it into place and slipped on the
jacket, which he figured could cover a multitude of sins, but mentally he
was cataloging the damages so far:  three pair of pantyhose and one silk
blouse.  No, shell, he amended and sighed.  Why did they make women's
clothes so fragile, anyway?

It was the sharp, unpleasant smell of burning gypsum that drew his attention
away from his attire.  He approached the bathroom door.  "Honey?"

"Don't come in, Clark!" she blurted out.  Behind the door, he could hear her
muttering, "Just let me get this shut down."  Smoke began to seep past the
edge of the door.

"Lois?" he called again, worried now.  On one level, he knew that she was
perfectly okay, that nothing short of kryptonite could hurt her, but the
habit of years of love and worry couldn't be broken in a few hours.

The door slammed back, and no smoke billowed into the bedroom, which meant
Lois had probably inhaled the evidence, but his wife's harassed, unshaven
appearance--and three fresh burns on the ceiling and wall--made the problem
obvious.  "Clark," she demanded, "why didn't you come up with some other way
to shave?  This--" she indicated the mirror-- "is crazy and--and inefficient
and . . ."

Her breathing was quick and shaky, and, after a night in which their bodies
fit together oddly and they slept badly, this was apparently one too many
frustrations to deal with.  So he walked into her embrace and pulled her
head down to the curve of his shoulder and neck.  Her shuddering breaths
told him she wasn't far from tears, and she muttered against his shoulder,
"You showed me how to aim my heat vision, so I thought I could do it, but I
can't get the hang of this mirror trick.  And how am I going to be Superman
for you when I can't use your powers properly?"

"You'll do fine, honey, just like you did as Ultra Woman," he soothed,
patting her back as he had done with Laura the night before.  "Would it help
if I told you that I nearly burned my folks' house down before *I* got the
hang of it?"

A watery chuckle answered him.  "What did Martha say about that?"

"She made me replace the sheet rock in the bathroom and repaint the whole
inside of the house.  Smoke damage, she said.  Dad just said it was a good
thing I wasn't practicing outside because he couldn't afford to lose a field
of wheat that close to harvest."

She lifted her head.  "Really?  Somehow, I always pictured them more
sympathetic and understanding than that."

"They usually were, but after a few hours, I was pretty frustrated and
blaming the whole world, and they wanted to make sure I realized I had to
take responsibility for what I did."

"I think that lesson sank in," Lois said drily.

"You're probably right."  Clark gave a little deprecating shrug.  "Anyway,
shaving was hard for me to learn, too."

She rubbed the back of her fingers side to side along her jaw.  "Looks like
Clark Kent's going to bring the Miami Vice scruffy look back into style."

"Yeah.  Unfortunately, so's Superman," he said softly and headed into
Laura's room, while Lois watched him, mouth agape.

END ACT 1

*****

ACT 2

Clark bolted out of the ladies' room and hurried down the ramp to the pit,
his blush clearly visible without the protective cover of Lois's usual
makeup.  Lois was waiting for him so they could go to the staff meeting.
"You're blushing," she said, curious.

His cheeks burned redder.  "Don't ask," he said, then stopped.  "Is *that*
what women talk about when they all get up to go to the bathroom?"

Lois looked down, trying to imagine just which conversation Clark had
stumbled into the middle of:  personal hygiene issues, details about sexual
partners, or speculation on Clark's performance in bed.  The other women had
long since quit asking her questions, but she knew that they continued to
discuss him, particularly since he still gave her the same flattering
attention after two years of marriage and a baby that he had given her when
they were first engaged.  More than one drool-fest had started while she was
anonymously locked inside a bathroom stall, only to stop abruptly when she
left the stall.  Maybe if she and Clark stopped the PDA's--kissing and
touching and eyeing each other hungrily at work--the gossip would die down,
but . . . Nah, some things just weren't worth the cost.

Grinning and thinking of how much she enjoyed looking at her husband's
strong, beautiful body, Lois turned to answer him--and felt the shock all
over again of seeing him in her own petite, feminine frame.  She stammered,
"I-I'm not sure what you mean, but maybe--I mean, I guess so.  If that's
what you heard, then that's probably what they talk about.  Sometimes."  She
closed her eyes.  Thank God that Clark's complexion didn't show a blush.
She didn't normally notice her own babbling, but there was something
ridiculous about hearing it in his voice.

Her embarrassment had given him time to get over his, and he patted her
jacket-clad arm.  "It's okay, honey.  Let's go tell Perry we're looking for
Nick Trifyllis so we can get things back to normal."

*****

Telling Perry White what they were going to investigate--particularly at a
staff meeting--was easy to plan, hard to do.  The editor, obviously in full
"I-love-the-smell-of-fear-in-the-newsroom" mode, greeted their entry into
the conference room with a gruff, "You're late," and directed them to their
seats.  "A'right, Clark, your story 'bout Superman rescuin' the jet
yesterday hinted at sabotage.  I want a follow-up on that.  What does the
FAA think?  Why'd Superman think it was sabotage instead of equipment
failure or operator error?"

Clark started to respond but realized just in time that "Lois" wouldn't know
anything about the sabotage story, and he shut his mouth, which was just as
well because Perry wasn't done.  "And if there *is* somethin' in it, I want
Lane and Kent on it like an Elvis fan trackin' down a lock of the King's
hair.  I *do not* wanna see this story broken in a rag like the Star.  D'you
understand?"

Lois and Clark exchanged a sidelong glance.  Definitely "yes, Chief" time.
They answered almost in unison.

"Yes, Perry."

"Yes, sir."

The "sir" apparently coming from "Lois's" lips earned Clark a sharp glance,
and he squirmed uncomfortably, for the first time realizing that a normal
response from him sounded like a smart-alecky crack from "Lois."  This was
going to be a lot harder than he'd expected, even after his baptism by fire
in the ladies' room.

The sharp glance nailed him to his seat as Perry continued, "And when can I
expect to see some copy on that school improvement press conference you
covered yesterday, Lois?"

Clark was about to answer when Lois, who had returned to doodling on her
notepad, absently said, "I'll have it on your desk in an hour."

Briefly closing his eyes in prayer, Clark leaped in with a further
explanation.  "Clark's proofing it for me before I send it to you, Perry."
Under cover of the table, he poked Lois in the leg.

She gave him a swift, horrified glance from under her lashes that told him
she realized what she'd done.  "Yeah, that's why you made us partners, isn't
it?" she added.  "Because we work well together."

A few soft snickers greeted that ingenuous comment, and Clark thought he
heard a quiet "*Play* well, doncha mean?" but he ignored it, although Lois
sent the speaker a glare that would have fried him on the spot if she had
forgotten that she had heat vision.

Perry wasn't in the mood for chit-chat.  "Settle down, people," he ordered.
"We've got a lotta work to get done.  Now, Clark, if you can manage to tear
yourself away from playin' editor with Lois's story, I'd like to hear how
you're fittin' yesterday's shooting into that string of shootings you been
lookin' into."

Clark took a deep breath and held it, mentally willing Lois not to say
anything about Lex.  That wasn't information he wanted leaking out before
they had an airtight case.  "Cl--" she began and covered her slip by
coughing, then continued, "Lois and I found a connection to several of the
other murders, but there still isn't any one thing that ties them all
together.  We've been trying to interview the victim's brother, who
discovered the body, but he seems to have disappeared."

Lois was the most brilliant, perfect woman ever born, Clark decided,
relaxing and letting his breath out slowly.  "We don't know whether he's the
killer or being hunted by the killer or what, but we wanna track him down,"
he said.

"Yeah," she added.  "His disappearing act seems awfully suspicious."

Perry tapped a pen against the palm of his hand.  "A'right," he said.
"Sounds like a reasonable lead.  Just gimme the copy on the other two
stories before you hightail-it after the brother."

Under the table, Lois clasped Clark's hand and squeezed gently.  "Thanks for
the save," she whispered in his ear.

"You, too," he murmured under his breath, but he knew she heard him.
Together, they'd made it through their first test.  Now they just had to
remember to sit at the proper desks.

*****

Enrico O'Reilly dropped a bulging plastic grocery sack on Lex Luthor's desk.
Luthor raised his eyebrows.  "Zip disks," Enrico explained.  "All the ones I
could find from the computer geek's house and his brother's apartment.  If
the files you're looking for aren't there, neither of those guys have 'em.
Not at home, anyway."

Lex nodded and dismissed his aide.  This was a task he had to do
himself--just in case any of his subordinates were behind the peculiar
troubles that had been plaguing his business.  If one of them was, he didn't
want to provide more ammunition in the form of a file irrevocably stating
that LexCorp had abandoned clone research in April 1994 because the existing
techniques had been a failure.

He picked up the disks and let them slip from his hand.  He hoped the files
were in there.  If not, he still had to track them down, and he wasn't sure
whom he could trust to do so.

He sighed.  Life was far too difficult when you couldn't trust the people
you worked with.

*****

"Jimmy, I need you to get everything you can find on Nick Trifyllis--"

"--family, jobs, friends, hobbies--"

"--where he spent his last vacations.  Addresses, phone numbers--"

"*Every*thing."

Jimmy Olsen's head turned from one reporter to the other. "Anything else?"
he asked facetiously.

"Oh!"  Clark snapped his fingers.  "Asabi."

"Right.  We need an address for Asabi . . ."  Lois's voice trailed off, and
she gave Clark a questioning look.

He shrugged.  "Don't look at me."

"I never knew his last name.  Anyway," Lois continued, "he used to be Lex
Luthor's manservant.  And we need to find him--*yesterday*."  She punctuated
that with a finger pointed at his chest, and Jimmy backed up, hands in the
air.

"Sure, C.K.  I'll get right on it."

Lois nodded and turned away, swerving at the last moment to go to Clark's
desk instead of her own, and Clark sighed and hesitantly seated himself at
Lois's computer.

*****

After Lois finished writing up her coverage of the previous day's press
conference, she sent the file to Clark, then got up to get a cup of coffee.
Jimmy, who was passing by the coffee pot, stopped and hesitantly asked,
"C.K., could I ask your advice about . . . women?"

Lois froze, then lifted her chin, accepting the challenge.  "Sure, Jimmy.
What d'you want to know?"

Jimmy glanced down, then looked back up, his wide grin creasing his cheeks.
"Penny and I've been talking about maybe . . . moving in together."

"Hey, that's great!  I didn't realize you two were getting that close," she
said.

"Yeah, well . . . I think she might, you know, be the one."

Lois remembered Jimmy's reaction to Kate, the stalker who had thought Clark
was in love with her.  She wasn't sure Jimmy was ready to settle down
yet--certainly not the way Clark had been--but she also didn't think her
husband made any judgmental comments to his friends, so she limited herself
to, "I hope you're right.  Nothing makes you as happy as finding the right
person."

Jimmy nodded, his head bobbing.  "Like you and Lois."

She glanced across the newsroom to her desk, where her husband was frowning
at her screen, probably working on his plane sabotage follow-up, and she
smiled lovingly.  "Yeah, like us."  She looked back at her young friend.
"Was that what you wanted to say?"

"What?  Oh . . . no.  Actually--" he looked over at "Lois" and lowered his
voice.  "How did you and Lois decide how to divide up the chores?"

Lois nearly laughed out loud in her relief.  She'd been afraid Jimmy was
going to ask something about male sexual physiology that would have forced
her to make up something or put him off until she could ask Clark.  And yet,
what perversity of fate made him ask that question after a week that left
her irritated with her normally helpful husband for sticking her with most
of their domestic chores?  "We usually do them together.  Cooking, dishes,
laundry, housecleaning, bill-paying, buying groceries."

"Together?"  The young man seemed utterly incredulous.  "But didn't Lois
want to do all kinds of cleaning that wasn't necessary?"

She laughed.  "Sweeping for cobwebs?  Vacuuming under furniture?  Washing
the counter under the coffeepot?  Making a shopping list?"

"Well . . . yeah."

"I learned to do it, too--or help her by moving the furniture around."  He
really had, too.  Clark had never shirked his share of the work.  The
problem arose when his second job called him away.

Jimmy again checked for female listeners.  "But, C.K., that takes
*forever*."

"Yeah, but until she's done, you're tied to the house anyway.  So you can
sit in your chair and watch ESPN while she cleans around you and builds up a
gutful of resentment or you can help her with the work and have more time
for something you'd *both* rather do."

"Oh."  Jimmy's eyes widened .  "You mean . . . ?"

Lois tried to swallow a smirk.  "Think of it as foreplay."

"Wow, C.K.  I never would've thought . . . Hey, thanks!"  He turned away as
Lois poured a second cup of coffee; then Jimmy looked back and added, "I'm
working on that research.  I'll have it ready as fast as I can."

"Thanks," she said and walked over to the desk where her husband was
working.  She handed him a cup of coffee, smiling at his murmured thanks,
then settled one hip on the corner of the desk and leaned down to say in a
soft voice, "I sent you my story so you can check over it.   Otherwise,
Perry'll know something's up."

Clark glanced at the editor's office.  "Yeah.  I think he's already
wondering."  He checked over his shoulder to make sure no one was in hearing
range. "I've been on the phone with the FAA, but Superman needs to swing by
the airport and use his x-ray vision to give the investigators a hand.  They
have an idea what went wrong, but they need Superman's help to figure out
*why*."

She nodded, her hand creeping to the knot of her clip-on tie.  "Okay, but .
. . what should I be looking for?"

He cast a brief glance around to make sure no one was in hearing range.
"The bearings were locked up tight, so I looked at the lubrication system,
and there was an odd odor.  Not like silicone, but something . . . acrid.
The lubricating oil looked fine, but I thought I saw some kind of residue. .
. . Anyway, see if you can still smell it, and check on whether they had the
oil examined like I asked.  You may have to run a sample over to STAR Labs."

"Smell it?" she asked incredulously.  "Cl--honey, just because I have a--"
she lowered her voice-- "super nose doesn't mean I can recognize different
chemicals by smell!"  She bit her lip.  "I can't do this."

A trace of panic showed in her eyes, and he grasped her forearms and
squeezed gently.  "You can do it, honey," he encouraged her.  "There isn't
anyone on earth who can do a better job of filling Superman's boots than
you."

Her mouth twisted in an expression that was all Lois as she tried to smile
through threatening tears.  To give her a chance to regain control, he
briefed her on what he did when he assisted technical investigators, then
concluded, "While you're gone, I'll get someone from research checking into
it."  He opened his notebook and started making a list.  "Passenger list of
the jet, list of criminals who might have that kind of expertise, list of
people who would normally have access to the plane . . . Anything else?"

"Pending takeovers, lawsuits, and such like against the airline or the plane
manufacturer.  It's one of those new intercontinental jets, isn't it?"

"Yeah.  I'll finish writing up what I have and send it to your
computer--well, mine."  He shook his head over their confusing situation.
"Anyway, you can add the current Superman update to it when you get back."

"On my way."  She leaned forward, hesitated, then brushed a kiss across his
temple.  "See you later."

"Hurry," Clark urged her, "so we can start looking for Nick Trifyllis."

Lois didn't bother to answer.  She hurried across the newsroom, up the ramp,
and into the stairwell.  Clark watched her go, a wistful smile on his face.
It was hard to sit back and let her do the investigating that he itched to
do.  He sighed and turned back to his computer.

*****

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Lois still hadn't returned by the time that he finished proofing her story
and writing what he could on the plane sabotage, so Clark LAN'd her story to
Perry and picked up the phone to start tracking down Nick.

"No, Ms. Lane, Dr. Trifyllis isn't here, but I can transfer you to his voice
mail if you want to leave a message," the secretary at the lab said.

"Do you expect him back soon?  I really need to talk to him."  Clark decided
to try a little misdirection.  "I don't know if you heard about his brother.
He was killed yesterday."

"Really?  How awful!  No wonder Nick didn't come in.  Do you know what
happened?"

Clark lowered his voice as if he were sharing a confidence.  "He was shot at
his house.  Nick found him."

"Oh, no!  Poor Nick!"

He'd found the right button, and the secretary was soon giving him all sorts
of information about Dr. Nicolas Trifyllis, who was, apparently, something
of a saint for trying to find a way to help slow learners.  In response to
Clark's question about the nature of Nick's work, the woman airily said,
"Oh, I don't know how he does it.  Something technical with electro-magnetic
something-or-anothers.  But he's trying to transfer knowledge from one
person to another."

"Like telepathy?" Clark asked, puzzled.

"N-o-o-o," she said at last, "I don't think so.  It's some kind of teaching
thing.  He said something once about a story by some science fiction writer.
Assiltoff, or something."

He hesitated, sorting through his memory.  "Asimov?" he asked at last, dimly
recalling a story about automatic learning.

"I guess.  Maybe."

He could almost hear her shrug, and he continued, "Did he work with anyone
else?"

"Oh, no!  Mr. Gendell didn't give Nick that much money, even though he
really could've used the help.  He's always worked such long hours, trying
to get done before the money ran out."

She ran on for a few minutes, but Clark only listened with half an ear.  If
Trifyllis didn't have a partner or assistant--and the secretary obviously
didn't know anything--he needed to look elsewhere.  Waiting until she took a
breath, he broke in, "Did Mr. Gendell ever see a demonstration of Nick's
work?"

"Oh, sure.  He was in yesterday.  Nick was just sick worrying about it, but
I think it went fine.  Anyway, Mr. Gendell certainly seemed pleased when he
left, and Nick told me that he got funded for another three years."

Clark made a note to call Gendell and confirm that Trifyllis had come up
with a device that exchanged minds from one body to another, although the
secretary's artless chatter had pretty much eliminated the possibility that
a stranger with a powerful weapon had been lurking in Nick Trifyllis's lab.
He edged another question into her babble, adding a wistful note to his
voice.  "Since you haven't said anything, I guess Dr. Trifyllis hasn't come
in yet.  Do you have *any* idea when he might get in?"

The secretary lowered her voice.  "No, I really don't," she said
reluctantly.  "I can't imagine him going out to celebrate since his brother
was just killed, but I do know that he wouldn't take off someplace, either."

That was interesting.  "How do you know that?  He's too reliable?"

"Well, yes, that, too, but . . . his lab animals are still here.  He
wouldn't just take off and leave them, not without making arrangements for
them.  He treats them like pets, and he wouldn't leave them for someone else
to experiment on."

Interesting but unhelpful, and after another minute or so, Clark finally
managed to break away.  He checked Lois's Roladex for Grant Gendell's number
and called, working his way through the layers of people who protected the
multi-billionaire from an intrusive public.  Fifteen minutes later, he
finally got through to Gendell himself, and after identifying himself and
assuring the man that he wouldn't publish any of the information, he asked
about Nick Trifyllis's experiment.

Silence answered him.  "You don't ask easy questions, do you, Ms. Lane?"
Gendell responded.

Trying to put himself in Lois's mindset, Clark said, "I just ask the ones I
need answered.  And right now, I need to know what Dr. Trifyllis was working
on."

"I trusted you once to write my story fairly, and you haven't done anything
to make me change my mind, so I guess I'll trust you again."  He hesitated.
"For three years, I've been funding Trifyllis's research into a means of
knowledge transfer for slow or disabled students, and it was going nowhere.
I was going to stop funding it--until yesterday.  He showed me a pair of
dogs, one of which could roll over on command and one of which couldn't, and
then he shone a light on them from his cognitive facilitator and when he was
done, the dog that didn't roll over before, now could.  It was absolutely
amazing."

Knowledge transfer?  Was it possible that Nick didn't realize he was
actually transferring souls from one body to another?  "A light?  A burst of
blinding white light?"

"Why, yes.  How did you know?" Gendell asked.

"It's--uh--part of the reason I needed to find out about his research.  What
did the--what did you call it?--look like?"

"Cognitive facilitator.  Something like a portable television camera.  I
thought he was videotaping those dogs of his at first."

"Did he say anything about how it worked?" Clark asked, scribbling in his
notebook.

"As I recall from his last report, he was using some kind of laser to
generate an electromagnetic field that he thought might allow information to
be passed from mind to mind in a more complete fashion than is possible
using language."

"But that was when his project wasn't producing results, right?"

"Right."

"Did he say anything after the demonstration?  When it suddenly worked?"

"Nothing specific.  I wanted to know when he was going to start tests with
people.  He said that it--his facilitator--that it didn't copy information
>from one mind to another.  It *moved* it, so he didn't want to risk it on
humans."

So much for Trifyllis not knowing what he was doing.  "But nothing about why
a previously unsuccessful project was suddenly working?"

"No."  The curiosity in the billionaire's voice was apparent over the phone
lines.  "Why?  Is something going on that I don't know about?"

"I don't know, Mr. Gendell.  That's part of what we're looking into," Clark
answered and thanked the other man for his information, then hung up.

Next step:  checking on Asabi?  Clark looked around the newsroom, but Jimmy
was nowhere in sight, which meant he was probably still looking for
addresses and phone numbers.  Okay, Asabi was out.  But there was someone
else--someone who had called when he and Lois were searching Nick
Trifyllis's lab.  He thought for a moment as his eyes ran idly over the
notes he had taken from the detective at the crime scene yesterday.

Owen Preece, Chris Trifyllis's boss.  That was it.  He reached for the phone
book.

*****

"'He didn't come by,'" Lex repeated slowly.  "Why didn't you go to him?"
His hand tightened on the phone receiver.  Had he been wrong to trust
Asabi's loyalty?

"I called him repeatedly through the night, sir.  He has not yet answered
his phone," Asabi said smoothly.

Lex considered.  "His phone may be out, or he might be staying with a
girlfriend."

"Do you want me to go to his apartment to look for him?"

Ever helpful, anticipating Lex's wishes.  Was Asabi a little too good to be
true?  "No.  I'll send Enrico.  But call me immediately if your little
scientist shows up."  Lex hung up the phone and tapped a pen against the oak
desktop.  The experiment had worked, but then he lost track of both
scientist and device.  This situation was starting to have the same feel as
the business ventures that had inexplicably failed over the past few months,
and he didn't like Asabi's failure.  Perhaps it was time to have Enrico keep
an eye on the mystic.

END ACT 2

*****

ACT 3

"Hi, honey."

Clark jerked around, wondering who the Clark from the alternate universe was
talking to, only to bang his nose against Lois's jaw as she bent down to
kiss his cheek.  "Ow."  His eyes watered, and he gently rubbed his stinging
nose.

"Sorry," Lois murmured.  "Hurts, doesn't it?"

"Yeah.  It's--I never thought--"  He shook his head, trying to ignore more
evidence of his weakness.  "Anyway, I have a lot to tell you."

"Me, too," she told him.  "Why don't we go to the conference room?"

One of the perks of being senior staff was being able to commandeer a
conference room at any time.  Once the door was shut, Clark continued,
"While you were gone, I checked with Gendell.  Trifyllis gave him a
demonstration of his 'cognitive facilitator' yesterday, which Gendell said
transferred information from one mind to another.  It's too much coincidence
for someone else to be in his lab and using a piece of equipment with that
kind of effect, so I think we've ID'd our attacker."

"Good, because I think I found the motive."  Lois set a copy of a police
artist's drawing on the table.

"Who--?"  He broke off and looked at the picture more closely.  "That almost
looks like . . ."

"Us.  Yeah, I know.  Those are the people Nick saw leaving his brother's
house before he found the body."

"So then he saw us at his lab and, what?  Panicked and used his device on
us?" Clark guessed.

Lois shrugged and nodded.  "I think he's probably hiding out from those
two."

He stared down at the drawing.  "As long as he isn't one of the bad guys, he
should be willing to switch us back."

"*If* we can find him, and *if* we can get close enough to convince him that
we aren't his brother's killers."

Clark smiled and squeezed her hand.  "We'll do it.  I have faith in your
investigative ability.  Speaking of which, how did it go with the jet
investigation?"

"You were right about the smell and the residue, but the analysis of the oil
didn't turn up anything on it.  So I took another sample to Dr. Klein and
described the smell to him."  She put one hand on her hip and tilted her
head to give him a considering look.  "That *was* what you wanted me to do,
wasn't it?"

He grinned.  "I told you you'd do fine.  Have I told you lately how glad I
am that Perry teamed us up?"

"Not for at least 48 hours.  I was starting to suffer from withdrawal," she
teased him.

He laughed.  "That isn't withdrawal you're feeling.  That's--"  He leaned
forward to murmur a description of just what form of deprivation her body
was suffering from.

The door swung open.  "That better be an update on the stories I assigned
you and not jus' sweet nothin's you're murmurin' in your partner's ear,"
Perry rumbled.

Clark and Lois both jerked back, Clark feeling the heat of a blush burning
his cheeks.  "I--I was--sorta," he stammered.  "I was just starting to tell
her--*him*--" he went cold at that slip and stumbled on-- "that--that I
called Owen Preece--he's the shooting victim's boss--and he--and he said he
had time to talk to us."

"So we were heading right over there," Lois added, not missing a beat.

Perry frowned.  "No, you're not."  As Lois opened her mouth, he raised his
hand in a gesture that cut off her protest before it had even formed.
"Clark, I haven't got your follow-up on that plane crash Superman averted,
and I want your copy on my desk in--" he glanced at his watch-- "twenty-two
minutes."  He turned away from Lois, but when she hadn't moved, he looked
back and demanded, "What're you waitin' for?  Git after it."

As she stalked from the conference room, her six-foot frame stiff with
indignation and frustration, Perry looked down at Clark and continued, "And
what are you doin' still sittin' here?  Don't you have a source to
interview?"

Clark was at the elevator by the time he realized that he had left Lois's
purse in her desk, and he had to rush back and get it under Perry's steely
gaze.  "See you, honey," he managed as he hurried past Lois, who waved and
went on with her typing.  In the elevator, he wondered if he had time to
stop by the child-care center and visit Laura.  But seeing Perry prowl
across the newsroom like a lion with a toothache, he decided not to.  After
the show he and Lois had put on during the staff meeting, he'd better not
push their luck.

*****

"Dead?  Chris is dead?" Owen Preece repeated in disbelief.

The IT director's desk was covered with haphazard piles of papers and
journals and disks, and Clark leaned to one side to see past a particularly
tall stack.  "Yes, he was murdered at home yesterday afternoon.  Do you know
what he was doing there at that time of day?"

Preece didn't seem to hear him.  "I thought he was sick, or maybe he'd found
another job, but . . ."  He shook his head and focused on Clark.  "I'm
sorry.  What did you say again?

"He was killed at home in the middle of the afternoon.  Do you know why he
was there then?" Clark repeated patiently.  He'd seen this reaction to
sudden death and other disasters many times.

"Mid--?  Oh, yes, he works--worked--a later shift, so his lunch break is
mid-afternoon, and he likes to go home to eat.  He's an introvert--most of
our software engineers and systems managers are--and being around people all
the time tires him out," Preece jabbered, not seeming to notice that he was
still describing Chris in the present tense.

Years of working and living with a natural babbler like Lois had taught
Clark to look behind the flow of words, and he thought the man was using
words to cover some furious thinking.  "Was Mr. Trifyllis in any kind of
trouble?"

"Trouble?  What do you mean?  Like he was gambling or something?"

Clark nodded.  "Or a problem at work."

Preece bit his lip.  "Ms. Lane, you--you reporters protect your sources,
right?  Even go to jail rather than reveal who they are?"

Clark leaned forward.  "More than once."

Preece took a deep breath and straightened up as if he had come to a
decision.  "I have something that Chris wrote the day before he . . . died.
But before I let you see it, you have to promise not to print it or tell
anyone where you got it from."

"I promise," Clark said earnestly.

"No, I really mean it.  I'm the only person who could have gotten these, and
I could be a dead man if it gets out."  A trickle of sweat rolled down the
side of Preece's face.

"Mr. Preece, Lois--" he nearly said 'and I,' but caught himself in time and
went on smoothly, "--Lane has gone to jail several times for protecting her
sources.  When I say my partner and I won't print your letters or tell
anyone where we got them, you can count on it."

The IT director hesitated again.  "Okay," he said at last and, carefully
lifting one of his piles, pulled out two sheets of paper and handed them to
Clark, who took them without looking at them.

"Mr. Preece, if it's so dangerous for you, why are you showing me this?"

Preece looked down at his clenched hands and swallowed hard.  "I think I
told someone something that got Chris killed . . . and I . . . can't live
with that."

"Why don't you go to the police?" Clark asked.

"Because I want to live longer than it'd take me to walk back out of the
police station."  He took a deep breath.  "Go ahead.  Read it."

Clark scanned them quickly, then read them more slowly and looked up, a
question in his eyes.  "I'm not sure I understand the signif--"

Preece broke across him.  "One of Lex Luthor's aides came in yesterday just
before I left for the day, and he searched Chris's desk and office and had
me look at his computer files--the records of all his computer activity.
These two letters are what he took."

A few hours after Chris was murdered.  "Do you know what files Mr. Trifyllis
is referring to?"

"One of the old LexCorp science projects.  Someone hacked into the system
last fall, and Mr. Luthor had me assign my top man--Chris--to putting up and
maintaining the firewalls to secure it."

Hacked in last fall?  Clark stopped breathing for a moment.  Surely these
weren't the same files he had copied when he and Jimmy broke into the
LexCorp system last fall.  "One of the science projects?  You mean, like the
old cloning project that got Luthor into so much trouble?"

"Could be.  I don't know.  It was encrypted when I first saw it."  Another
drop of sweat slid down his cheek.

"Really," Clark said softly, his coffee-dark gaze following the path of the
sweat droplet. "How long have you been with LexCorp, Mr. Preece?"

"Eight years.  But I've only been IT--Information Technologies--Director,"
he explained in an aside, "for two years."

"And these files were already encrypted then?"

"Oh, yes--well, I don't know about when I was first hired, but when I came
to work in the IT division, yes."  He was a little too eager, almost
relieved at the direction that last question had gone.

Clark considered him for a moment.  "Do you have the key to the encryption,
Mr. Preece?"

Preece froze.  "To the second level, yes.  I had Chris re-encrypt the files
after someone broke into the system.  But my predecessor didn't give me the
key to the original."

"You're the head of the Information Technologies division of LexCorp and
*you* don't have it?" Clark said skeptically, yet there was the unmistakable
ring of truth in Preece's words.  He replayed the man's last statement:  'My
predecessor didn't give me the key.'  A couple of possibilities there.  "So,
where did you find it?"

Preece started to answer when his mouth slammed shut.  Clark hid the leap of
triumph he felt and flipped his notebook closed, tucking it into the
briefcase-sized purse Lois toted around.  At any other time, he would have
pursued this link to Lex with the sort of bulldog tenacity Lane and Kent
were famous for, but right now, it was going to have to wait until he and
Lois could track down Nick Trifyllis and get switched back.  But after that
. . .  <You're mine, Lex.>  "Thank you, Mr. Preece.  I'll keep these papers
and this interview confidential."

*****

CONTINUED IN PART 4
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"Who do you think this Alex or Alexios is?" Lois wondered out loud,
re-reading the two short letters for the dozenth time.

Clark shook his head.  "A friend?  A relative?  A fellow hacker?  It's
another name with Greek roots--like Chris and Nick," he added at her puzzled
frown, "but I don't know if that means anything because Alex is a pretty
common name in a lot of languages."

Alerted by her super hearing, Lois got up and opened the conference room
door.  "Maybe Jimmy's found something."

"Hey, thanks, CK," Jimmy said, carrying a thick stack of folders and papers
which he dropped onto the conference room table.  "There you are, guys.
Everything I could find on Trifyllis, Trifyllis, and Trifyllis, *in*cluding
a copy of a dissertation and a trial transcript," he added, grinning.

Lois and Clark spoke almost simultaneously.  "A trial--?"  "'*And*
Trifyllis=
?"

The young researcher cum photographer cum would-be-reporter just grinned
again.  "Have fun." He pulled the conference room door closed behind
himself=
=2E

"Okay, one of these guys has a criminal record," Lois muttered, diving into
the pile, scattering papers as she went.

Clark picked them up and stacked them as she shoved them aside, glancing at
each as he organized them.  "And it sounds like our mysterious Alex may be a
brother of the other two after all."

"Ah-hah!" she crowed in triumph.  "Alexander Trifyllis vs NanoWare, Inc."
She turned the pages faster and faster as she read, until she was fanning
through them.  Panting slightly, she lifted her head.  "Wow, that's some
ability you have, honey."

Clark smiled tightly and kept reading.  "Yeah, it comes in handy sometimes."

"And you're right.  Alex, Nick, and Chris are all brothers.  They testified
at his trial."

"It doesn't look like it helped.  He still got sent upstate at the
taxpayers' expense," Clark added, reading from one of the pages Lois had
discarded.

Lois leaned toward him to read over his shoulder.  "He's out already?" she
said in surprise.  "I figured Fences would have him put away for life for
messing with his computers."

"Check the date.  We'd already broken the story on Fences' microwave
blackmail."

She nodded.  "And he had enough troubles of his own.  What are you looking
for?"

"A last-known address.  Or maybe a parole officer."

"Okay."  She got up and closed the blinds, and when she returned, papers
flew in a miniature blizzard that settled neatly into a pile.  Smirking,
Lois waved a couple of sheets of paper.  "Address and phone number for Alex
Trifyllis and for his parole officer."

"Show-off," Clark muttered, but he grinned at her obvious delight.  "Having
fun?" he asked.

She plopped into the chair next to him.  "Honestly, honey, I don't know how
you hold yourself back as much as you do.  You can do . . . so much."

He dipped his head in agreement.  "Habit.  Practice.  And nearly fifteen
years spent trying to be normal."  He reached for the documents she had
selected.

"Do you still want to be normal?" she asked softly, covering his hand with
hers.

"No.  Right now, I just wanna be my old self again."  He smiled teasingly,
picking up the phone and dialing the long-distance number.  "You're too
short.  I have to stand on tip-toe to reach anything."

As Lois rolled her eyes, a timid knock was followed a moment later by
Courtney, a twenty-one-year-old research assistant, who sidled into the
conference room with a stack of papers.

"That was fast," Clark said while he listened to the phone company's
recorded message.  He hung up and shook his head at Lois, mouthing,
"Disconnected."

"Thank you," the girl said shyly, gazing at "Lois" with hero-worship in her
eyes.

Lois and Clark exchanged amused glances.  For once a female was giving Lois
attention instead of Clark, but he was still on the receiving end.  "What do
you have for us?" Lois asked.

Courtney got flustered at the question from her hero's handsome husband, and
she fumbled with her files.  "Oh, it's the passenger list and--and the list
of takeovers and lawsuits against the manufacturer and the airline."  She
pulled out another folder and turned back to "Lois."  "I've also got a list
of the kinds of people who might have the technical background to do
something like you described, Miss Lane."  She looked down, hesitating, then
continued, "Jimmy Olsen helped me cross-reference it with known criminals
and with people who had access to the plane."  She acted as if she were
embarrassed to admit that she'd gotten help.

"That's okay," Clark told her, taking the stack of folders from her.
"Jimmy's the best at that sort of research, and teaming up with the best--"
he glanced past her to meet Lois's warm gaze-- "is a good way to learn the
ropes."

*****

"No one there, Mr. Luthor," Enrico O'Reilly said, plopping into the
visitor's chair in front of Lex's desk.

Lex glanced up from the computer screen he had been studying.  "There?"

"At his lab.  That scientist guy with the rock.  Dr.
Triffle-something-or-'nother."  At Lex's suddenly arrested expression,
O'Reilly continued, "You know, the brother of that computer geek you had me
put away.  He hadn't been in all day, but he's not at home, either."

Several separate pieces of information suddenly came together.  "Trifyllis?"
Lex asked slowly.  "Is that what you're trying to say?  Dr. Trifyllis?  He's
Chris Trifyllis's brother?"

"Yeah, sure.  Anyway, he's got the same name, and it's the same place I went
when I got you those disks from the computer geek's brother.  Unless Asabi
gave me the wrong address.  So, what d'you want me to do now?"

Lex frowned.  "Nothing . . . for now.  I'll let you know later."  O'Reilly
left, and Lex still stared blindly at the computer screen.  Asabi had never
mentioned the last name of his little prot=E9g=E9. . . .  Damn!  He could
ha=
rdly
offer one Trifyllis a position at LexCorp when the man had nearly caught
Lex's aide leaving the scene of the murder of another Trifyllis.

Lex flopped back in his chair.  Not only did Dr. Trifyllis have the Zelig
stone, but, based on those letters Enrico had dug up, he probably had the
disk with the encrypted clone files that his brother had stolen, *and* he
might be able to tie Lex to the murder through Enrico.  The millionaire
ground his teeth.  If he had been sure of his aide--not just that he wasn't
the saboteur, but that he would bring this new Trifyllis back unharmed--he
would have sent Enrico after him.  But he didn't trust his aide to obey
orders when his self-interest was at stake, so now he had to come up with
someone else.  He turned to his computer again and called up a screen with a
list of employees; then he picked up the phone.

*****

"His number had been disconnected?" Lois asked.

Clark nodded as he punched in another number.  "I'm gonna try his parole
officer," he said.

Lois nodded, then turned away and scanned through the research Courtney had
brought in, reading pages as fast as she could turn them.  Clark's eager,
"You do?  What was that again?" caught her attention, and she leaned over to
read the address he scribbled down.

"That's upstate New York," she complained.  "It's a five or six hour drive.
Does he have a phone number?"

Clark shook his head, trying to shush her and finish his conversation, and
Lois waited impatiently, taking super-speed notes of the folders she'd been
reading.  At his, "Bye," she dropped the jet research.  "Does he have a
phone number?" she asked again.

"Nope.  But I've got a current address, and we'll need to clear it with
Perry to get the time off tomor--" he began when a whoosh interrupted him,
blowing hair into his face.  The conference room door hung open, swaying
back and forth, and in the newsroom, he heard curses and demands that
someone "Shut the window!" as people tried to pick up the papers that had
swirled off their desks.

Abandoning his notes, Clark ran to the police scanner and bent down to
listen to the emergency calls.  Through the clamor of the familiar codes, he
picked out the address, his heart sinking as he recognized the emergency
code the dispatchers were using.  He started toward the elevator, remembered
that the Jeep keys were in Lois's purse, and circled back to her desk.

"Judas Priest, people!"  Perry stepped out of his office and surveyed the
mess in disgust.  "What in the name of Elvis went through here?  Lois!" he
snapped as Clark rushed past.

Clark ignored him as he raced toward the ramp.  But the second, "Lois!"
caught his attention enough to make him pause a moment.  "She's--" he began
to say, then bit back a comment that was appropriate for Clark but wholly
inappropriate coming from Lois.  "What d'you need, Chief?"

Perry scowled.  "Where're you goin' in such an all-fired hurry?"

"Explosion at the Winkie Tink Preschool."

The editor's mouth dropped open a bit, and he said, "Well, git goin', girl."

But he was talking to empty air.  Clark was already in one of the elevators.

*****

"Yes, Mr. Luthor.  I'll run by his house and see if I can find a photo,"
Lindy Barrows said matter-of-factly.  Then the female operative hesitated.
"But after that . . . do you have a way I can track down his credit card
use=
?"

Lex frowned.  He wasn't used to explaining things like that to Enrico or
Asabi.  They knew enough about his operation to know where to get what they
needed.  "Go to the LexCorp Information Technologies computer center and
talk to William Gleasing.  He'll find Nick Trifyllis's credit card numbers
and check the recent transactions so you can follow his paper trail."

Lindy started toward the door, and he stopped her.  "Ms. Barrows, I do not
want Dr. Trifyllis hurt in any way.  He has several important objects in his
possession, and I want to be certain we have recovered all of them before
any harm comes to him.  Do you understand?"

She nodded.  "Yes, sir."

*****

It had been the boom of an explosion and the screams that followed that had
sent Lois hurtling out of The Planet conference room.  She arrived at the
scene of the blast before any emergency vehicles and hovered for an instant,
appalled.  The building had collapsed, concrete dust rising into the sky
like a cloud of smoke.  No one could have lived through that, she thought in
horror, but a child's terrified cry shook her from her stupor, and she
swooped in, searching for the survivors.

She emerged from the smoking rubble, carrying a child in her arms, as her
Jeep slammed to a stop behind the ambulance that it had followed.  Clark
flung himself from the vehicle.  "How can I help?"

She placed the little boy, his kinky black hair matted with dirt, his face
smeared with blood from the cuts on his hands, into Clark's outstretched
arms.  "Take him someplace safe.  I've got to get the others." And she
disappeared into the wreckage in a blur of blue and red.

By the time Clark reached the street, the ambulance crew had set up a triage
unit, and they met him with a stretcher.  He handed the child over to their
care, then turned to pick his way back through the ruin of the preschool
building.  Behind him, emergency personnel called him to stop, but he
ignored them.  If he could take the kids that Lois brought out of the bowels
of the building, that gave her that much more time to spend finding others
who might survive if she could get to them quickly enough.

At the closest point to where she had gone into the wreckage, but still
safely out of range of any falling rubble, Clark began to clear away the
debris so Lois would have a place to put the survivors and the emergency
crews would have room to set down stretchers.  When she emerged from the
building, he took the wailing baby from her arms, and she vanished again.

This time, he met the other half of the ambulance team midway between the
street and the area he had cleared, and he laid the baby on the stretcher.
And when he went back to clear a larger space, he had a blanket with him,
courtesy of one of the by-standers.  Once again, people were discovering
that they could be heroes in their own right.

*****

"Yes, Mr. Preece, do you have an address for Chris Trifyllis's next-of-kin?
I'd like to extend my condolences to his family."

"Oh--oh, sure, Mrs. Luthor.  I have it right here."

Beth Luthor waited patiently at the pay phone while Chris Trifyllis's
supervisor looked up the information.  She was supposed to be shopping,
which was a good cover for phone calls she couldn't risk Lex finding out
about.  Not that there was anything out of the ordinary about *this*
call--not unless Chris Trifyllis had some family members who might be
willing to take some risks to bring down the man who had killed him.

"Mrs. Luthor?"

"Yes?"

"Here it is."

She wrote down the Bakerline address for Nick Trifyllis with trembling
fingers as she took her first step from merely thwarting Lex to attacking
hi=
m.

END ACT 3

*****

ACT 4

Two hours later, Clark was at a standstill.  Once enough emergency teams had
arrived, he had just been in the way, so he had gone to help the parents,
who had stood dazed and frightened outside the perimeter the police had
established.  He had found them cups of coffee or tea and gotten information
to them about where their children had been taken, but now he'd done all a
stranger could.  Most of those who were still waiting needed the comfort of
their loved ones, not a stranger, however caring.

He couldn't do any more as a reporter, either.  He knew better than to
bother the workers with questions, and he'd already filed his initial story
by phone.  It was nearly an hour until the next briefing by the Metropolis
=46ire Department's public information officer, and he was certain there
wou=
ld
be no information available that he didn't already have.

He should leave.  He should go back to The Planet and pick up Laura, then
take her home and feed her.  He swayed a little, fighting dizziness, his
arms and back aching with tiredness, and he was distantly aware of an
uncomfortable empty feeling in his stomach.  Maybe *he* should go home and
eat, too.

But Lois was still here, still searching the ruins for the victims of the
blast, and he wanted to be here for her.  He wanted to hold her the next
time she brought out a dead baby; he wanted to take away the look of frozen
grief on her face.

But what could he do here?  He couldn't hug her in front of a national
audience.  All they could do was face one another awkwardly, pretending to
be professional acquaintances and trying to talk in an elliptical code to
hide how they felt.  It didn't do any good to stay.  He couldn't help--not
the children and not Lois; he'd gathered everything he could for a story,
and Laura needed him.  He should go.

But he stayed, waiting for Superman to appear again from the devastation of
the building.  A few minutes later, Lois plodded past the back corner of the
building, her head drooping, a small body cradled in each arm.  Clark felt
his throat tighten.  There was no need to hurry for the dead.

When she turned back from the paramedics, she saw him and gestured for him
to join her.  He slipped under the yellow police tape, picking his way
through the debris to come to an awkward stop a few feet away.

"Is Laura okay?" she asked softly.

He nodded.  "She was fine last time I called.  I'm gonna pick her up in a
few minutes and take her home."

"Good.  I'll be here for a while yet, and I'd just feel better--"

"--if she wasn't at the daycare center the whole time?"  He smiled
crookedly, sadly.  "I know."  Clark lowered his voice even further.  "I love
you."

Lois took a deep breath.  "I--" her gaze flickered up to where the other
members of the press were watching avidly-- "I know."

*****

The swing creaked to a stop, and Clark wound it back up again as he walked
past Laura on the way from the stove to the washer.  "Looks like you'll have
some clean jammies after all," he told her, digging an armload of wet baby
clothes out of the washer and stuffing them into the dryer.  Starting the
dryer, he returned to the stove, where the bottled spaghetti sauce simmered
gently.

He stirred it, then grabbed a carton of oatmeal and box of rice from the
sack of groceries.  "Maybe by the time dinner's ready, I'll have the
groceries put up."  He put the boxes in the cupboard and turned back to face
Laura.  "You know," he said, "our conversations are gonna get a whole lot
more interesting when you start doing more than just giggling."

But since he said the last few words in his "sweet-talking-my-little-girl"
voice, Laura naturally giggled again, and Clark was then forced to squat
down and rub noses with her in an Eskimo kiss.  "Love you, baby girl," he
whispered and hugged her until spattering from the spaghetti sauce drew him
back to the stove.

Collecting the address he'd found for Alex Trifyllis and the research for
the jet sabotage, picking Laura up from daycare, buying groceries on the way
home, and fixing dinner while putting away the groceries and running a load
of laundry was a *lot* of work.  He didn't mind when it meant he could spend
more time with his daughter, but he missed being able to help people who
were hurting or in danger.  Clark had never been content to wait for someone
else to solve a problem or lend a needed hand, and he couldn't sublimate
that need to help by pouring his energies into investigating, the way Lois
d=
id.

Lois.  More than anything, he was worried about her, fearing the
deterioration of his aura that had led to Woody Samms being vulnerable to
gunshots.  Lois wasn't in a firefight, but an explosion from a natural gas
leak or an undiscovered bomb would be just as deadly.  And even if she was
okay, he knew how hard it was to face so much sudden, violent death.  <Come
home soon, honey.>

*****

"You paid for the tow truck with your credit card?" Alex said incredulously.
"Jesus, Nick, are you crazy?  I thought you wanted to hide!"

Nick bristled.  "I was short on cash."

"Don't you realize you can be traced through your credit card?"

"Oh, come on," Nick protested, trying to ignore his uneasiness.  "Nobody has
access to that stuff,  except the bank--and somehow I don't think those two
were loan officers."

Alex scowled.  "Look, you said you thought LexCorp might be behind it.
Trust me, buddy, *they* could get hold of your records if they wanted 'em."

Nick pushed his glasses back up his nose, feeling a shiver of fear like when
he saw the murderers walking up to his lab.  "What am I going to do?"

"Lay low for now.  We may have to make a false trail so it looks like you
left town after your car was fixed."  Alex tapped a finger against his front
teeth.

Nick watched his little brother for a few minutes, then ventured, "What
about my animals?"

"What about 'em?"

"I need to get them or make arrangements for them or . . ."  His voice
trailed off at the expression on his brother's face.  "Or something," he
muttered.

Alex's eyes blazed furiously.  "Why don't you just take out a damned ad in
The Planet while you're at it, Nick?  God!  Don't you get it?  Those guys'll
*kill* you if they find you!"  He stormed across the small living room and
looked out the front window for a minute, then turned back, his light gray
eyes swimming with tears.  "They already got Chris, Nicky.  I don't want to
lose you, too."

*****

CONCLUDED IN PART 5
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Clark was tired . . . and concerned for Lois . . . and worried that Laura
was picking up on his tension, particularly since dinner time and bath time
were both enlivened by her fussing. Dreading a repeat of yesterday's
struggle, he cuddled her close to him and unfastened his clothing.  Lois was
so matter-of-fact about nursing, yet even with two successful feedings
behind him, he still felt uneasy and almost . . . embarrassed.

He sighed.  Probably because he was looking at Lois Lane's body through
Clark Kent's eyes, and even after two-and-a-half years of marriage, he still
didn't take her nudity for granted.  Oh god, he wanted to be back in his own
body.

But no kindly deity seemed disposed to answer his heartfelt prayer, and
Laura had decided that she felt more like playing than eating:  mouthing
him, then pulling back to look around, patting the curve of his breast, and
grinning up at him.  He couldn't scold her, not when she was so obviously
happy, but he couldn't figure out how to encourage her to eat, either, so
she could go to bed.

It finally occurred to him that he had skipped story time--his own
contribution to the bedtime routine.  After a full day at work, helping at
the site of the explosion, then taking care of Laura on his own all evening,
he had been so tired and concerned about meeting her physical needs that he
had forgotten to play with her. Straightening his underclothes and shirt, he
carried his daughter on his hip as they crossed the room to study the little
shelf of books.  <Lois, I'm sorry,> he thought.  <I didn't understand.>

Six books later, Laura decided that she was ready for a snack, and she
settled down in his arms without any urging.  He stroked her silky cheek and
murmured loving nonsense while her dark eyes, so like Lois's, focused
intently on his face.  They were so engrossed in each other that they both
jumped at the whoosh that announced Lois's return.

Laura started to cry, and Clark dragged his attention away from Lois to
soothe their startled child, cuddling her closer and rocking her.  "Shh,
shh, sweetie.  Mommy and Daddy are both here.  It's okay, Laura-babe."
After a few minutes, she started nursing again, and he lifted his head to
look at his wife.

God, was that how he looked after a disaster like this one, covered in
concrete dust and blood, his expression set and bleak?  He held out his free
arm, inviting her into his embrace, but she was frozen, her gaze locked on
the baby at his breast.  "Lois?" he asked.

She started and raised her gaze to his.  He heard her swallow almost
painfully, and she dragged a dirty hand across her eyes and shook her head.
"No, I'll get cleaned up and . . . let you put her to bed."

*****

Scalding hot water didn't work the tension out of her muscles, and it didn't
wash the images from her mind, especially the last one.  She had flown home
after recovering all the survivors and the victims of the disaster, longing
to cast herself into her husband's arms and be comforted.  But when she
stepped in the window, she saw Clark nursing Laura.  She stopped short.  She
hadn't seen him get Laura ready this morning, and if she thought about it at
all, she would have assumed he had given her a bottle.  But seeing them
together, a sense of loss stabbed her as if someone had stolen her baby.
Her emotions already on edge, she couldn't face it; she couldn't watch her
husband take her place so completely, and she'd fled as quickly as she
could.

Water poured over her lowered head, and she picked up the soap and started
to scrub herself while the water was still warm, taking her time so she
wouldn't have to face Clark and Laura yet.  If she thought about it
logically, she knew that he hadn't stolen her baby any more than she had
stolen his powers.  He was just taking care of *their* baby as well as he
could.  In fact, by keeping her milk supply going, he was doing his best
*not* to steal her choices.  Otherwise, if this exchange continued much
longer, she wouldn't have the option of breastfeeding anymore when they
returned to their own bodies.  But none of that eased her sense of loss, and
she stayed in the shower until the water turned cold, then slowly dried off
and put on clean jeans and a T-shirt.

At the door of their bedroom, Lois paused, hoping she had delayed long
enough for Clark to finish feeding Laura. She hadn't put on his glasses, and
she looked through the wall to see Clark holding the little girl against his
shoulder.  Good.  She missed being with her baby, and after today's
emergency. . . .  Silently drifting into their daughter's bedroom, she
whispered, "Can I put her to bed?"

He smiled and handed the sleeping baby to her.  Lois held Laura close,
breathing in not only the scent of baby shampoo and baby powder, but also
the baby's milky breath and some underlying smell that was simply 'Laura.'
She pressed her cheek against her daughter's silk-soft hair, grateful that
in so capricious a world, she could still cradle her baby in her arms.
Tears flooded her eyes as she remembered the still, broken little bodies she
had recovered from the destruction of the preschool, and she cuddled Laura
closer.

"Do you wanna sit in the rocker?" Clark asked softly, and Lois nodded,
unable to get a reply past the lump in her throat.  He squeezed her
shoulders.  "I'm gonna get ready for bed."

She nodded again and sank into the chair--which had seemed so roomy
yesterday but today was hardly big enough--while Laura slept on, her mouth
open, her body relaxed and abandoned to sleep. Lois rocked the chair back
and forth as tears streaked her face.

*****

Holding Laura for nearly an hour had banished Lois's jealousy to the
darkness where it belonged, but her silent tears had brought no relief to
her over-stressed emotions.  In her own room, the bedside light was on, but
the papers Clark had been reading were facedown on his stomach, and his eyes
were closed.  He looked tired, she thought, recognizing the marks of
weariness on her own features.  He had been at the preschool for hours,
first helping to carry children to safety, then covering the scene of the
explosion and comforting horrified, grieving parents.  Remembering, she
blinked back threatening tears and turned away and quietly undressed.  <Let
him sleep,> she decided, even though she ached to have him hold her while
she sobbed out her reaction to the pain and death she had seen so
intimately.

She stacked the papers on the nightstand and turned out the light, and the
mattress dipped under her weight as she climbed into bed.  His head turned
toward her, his sleepy dark eyes opening.  Without a word, he held out his
arms, and she tumbled into his embrace, burying her face against his
shoulder.  His arms just reached around her shoulders instead of enfolding
her completely in a hug, but she could feel his love and empathy, and she
needed that more than the physical comfort.  A sob broke past her control,
and she tried to hold the others back, but he pulled her closer and
whispered, "Don't hold it back, honey.  It was . . . bad."  His voice shook,
and she realized that he, more than anyone, knew how she felt, and she
relaxed and let her tears wash away the unbearable memories.

When her sobs had become shuddering sighs and she had wiped her eyes and
blown her nose, Lois said huskily, "I thought I could handle it.  I thought
. . . but they were so little, and there was one that was--"

She suddenly stiffened at a distant scream and lifted her head to listen.
Swearing, she dashed fresh tears from her eyes and scooted off the bed.

"What is it?" Clark asked.

"A rape."  She spun into the costume and rocketed through the open window in
a blur of red and blue.

*****

The morning light was blinding through the windshield as they approached the
auto body shop, and Alex slowed the car down.  "Here we--"

Nick noticed the woman getting out of the car in front of the building, and
he caught his breath.  "Don't park in front.  Go to that parking lot."  He
pointed across the street.

"Wha--?" But Alex obediently turned left and drove into the unregulated lot.
He stopped in a parking space and turned to his brother.  "Okay, so what's
that all about?"

Nick had craned around to look out the back window.  "You see that woman
going into the body shop?"

Alex peered at the petite, dark-haired woman.  "Hot babe," he noted.  "What
about her?"

Turning back to face front, Nick flopped his head against the headrest.
"That's the woman who was leaving Chris's house when I drove up.  The one
the police think is one of the killers."  He was breathing quickly, his
hands trembling.  "Alex, you were right.  They've found me.  I've got to get
out of here."  He made an abortive movement toward the steering wheel.

"Hold on," Alex said.  "You can't just . . . take off and start driving.
Lemme think."

Nick kept looking back to see if the woman had spotted them.  A muscle by
his mouth twitched erratically, and he shoved his glasses back into place
every few minutes.  He jumped when Alex dropped the car keys in his lap.
"What?"

"Take my car home, and I'll pick yours up.  I have an idea."

*****

Clark awakened to the shrilling of the alarm clock and smashed his hand down
on the snooze button.  The clock stayed intact, but the side of his hand
stung, and he groaned.  Oh, no.  Please, let it have been a dream, he
prayed.  Eyes still closed, he gingerly touched one hand to his chest . . .
and sighed, then reached across the bed to seek his sleeping spouse.  His
hand fell on a cold sheet, and he jerked awake.  Where--?

He lay back down, remembering.  Oh, yeah, the gang war that broke out in
Hell's Gate after Lois came back from stopping the attempted rape.  "Be
careful," he whispered.  It had been over 36 hours, and Lois hadn't shown
any sign of losing her invulnerability, but he still worried.

The alarm went off again, and this time he rolled over to shut it off.  He
flopped onto his back, reviewing the long list of tasks that awaited him
before he went to work.  Not a problem for a man with super speed.

Except . . . he wasn't a man, and he didn't have super speed, and this hair
of Lois's took forever to blow-dry.  Clark took a horrified look at the red
LED numbers on the clock and hurtled out of bed.

*****

Two minutes after she returned from the latest emergency, Lois ran lightly
down the stairs, tie in hand.  She'd gotten the hang of spin changes and
super-speed showers, and she easily dried her hair, but shaving still eluded
her, and she couldn't get the tie to look right.  "Honey?" she called.  "Can
you fix--"

She came to an abrupt stop.  "Oh, hi, Mar--Mom," she stumbled.  "What're you
doing here?"

Martha Kent held her arms out to give her "son" a hug and a kiss.  "Lois
asked us to watch Laura today while you track down that witness."

Clark, elegant in a fitted light blue pantsuit, stepped into the living
room.  "I told . . . Martha that we weren't sure how long it'd take since
he's in upstate New York."

Lois took that in without a blink, although this was the first she'd heard
that they had permission to spend the day tracking down Alex Trifyllis.
"That's right," she said absently, distracted by Clark's shoes--black,
round-toed, and too low-heeled for those slacks.  She nearly missed Martha's
comment.

"Are you sure growing a beard's wise, Clark?"

Lois shook her head.  "I'm sorry, what?"

Martha rubbed her hand along Lois's bristly jaw.  "It's one thing for Clark
to have a beard, but don't you think it'll raise some questions about
Superman?"

"Yeah, well, it's--"  Lois cast an imploring look at her husband.

He stepped into the breech.  "He needs it for this assignment, and since
we'll be out of town, there shouldn't be any calls for Superman.  Anyway--"
he grabbed Lois's jacket sleeve and tugged her toward the door-- "do you
have everything you need for Laura?"

Martha nodded, and Lois added, "We don't know where we'll be, but you have
our cell phone number if there's a problem."

"Aren't you going to stay for breakfast?" Martha asked.  "Jonathan's nearly
done with the waffles."

Lois and Clark exchanged a glance, and she heard his stomach growl.  "We'll
stay," she answered at the same time as Clark said, "We really don't have
time."

Martha raised her eyebrows and looked from one to the other.  "Which is it?"

"We have time for a quick bite," Lois said firmly, ignoring her husband's
attempts to communicate with her from behind his mother's head.

Clark grabbed Lois's hand when Martha turned to go into the kitchen.  "I
can't do this," he hissed.

"Then tell them," Lois said, "and you won't have to."

"We can't.  They'll wanna talk about it, and we don't have time--not if
we're going to find Nick Trifyllis and get switched back."

"He doesn't have a number we could call?"

He shook his head.  "Just an address.  So we've got to go there to check it
out."

Lois paused, recognizing the truth of what he said.  "Okay, but I still want
to eat before we go.  If you're afraid your folks'll find out, just shovel
waffles into your mouth and smile a lot."

"Since when are you so concerned about eating?" Clark muttered.

She grinned over her shoulder at him.  "Since I stopped having to worry
about calories."

*****

As usual, Lois drove, but this time, she had super reflexes to rely on, and
they made it to the other side of New York City without Clark digging his
fingers into the armrest more than twice.  Once the megalopolis of
Metropolis, Gotham City, and New York City was behind them, they followed
the freeway up the Hudson River, then westward along the southern edge of
Adirondack Park.  "I hope he's at his brother's house and not out
somewhere," Lois said.  "I just want to get exchanged and get back to
normal."

Clark looked at her curiously.  "You don't like being Superman?"

"No, I don't."  One corner of her mouth lifted ruefully.  "I didn't like
that kind of responsibility when I was Ultra Woman, and it's worse when it
isn't even my own body.  I have to think every minute *how* to do things
because my reach is wrong or it's too far to the ground or--"  She broke
off, trying to think of an example.  "It's like walking downstairs when
you're reading something and you fall down that last step because you put
your weight down on the same level as the last step, but there's nothing
under you."

"I know.  It's easy to hurt myself when I don't have my powers--just because
I never learned to be careful--but this is worse."  He curled his fingers
protectively over his thumb.

Lois caught the slight motion.  "Did you hurt yourself this morning?"

He pretended he hadn't heard her, and she held out her hand imperiously.
"Let me see."

"Honey, it's nothing.  I just brushed against the waffle maker when I was
getting a waffle.  I'm fine."  He glanced up at the approaching exit.  "Take
that exit and turn right."

The turn took them away from the freeway and up into the hills, and they
could see the low mountains beyond.  Lois glanced over at her husband.  It
was obvious that he wasn't going to talk about his burn, so she brought up
what she'd really wanted to say when she first mentioned how glad she would
be to get back into her own body.  "That isn't the only reason I'll be glad
to be in my own body."

Her comment pierced his preoccupation, and he looked up with a faint smile.
"What?  Besides the obvious differences in the bathroom."

She rolled her eyes.  "No joke.  Heat vision isn't the only thing I'm having
trouble aiming."

That startled a crack of laughter from Clark.  "You can sit down, you know."

"I know.  But--oh, I don't know."  She squirmed a little.  "The whole thing
feels like I'm invading your privacy."

"Yeah.  I know."  He looked out the window, focusing on the trees along the
side of the road.  "I feel that way every time I--you know--feed Laura."

Her head snapped toward him.  "You do?"

He nodded.  "It's . . . embarrassing.  I mean, it feels good--now that we
finally figured out how to do it.  And it makes me feel really close to her,
and I love that, but . . ."  He shook his head.  "It just isn't . . .
right."

"You feel that--"  She broke off suddenly, tilting her head to listen to
something.  He waited a moment, then asked, "What is it?"

"An ambulance.  There's been an accident up ahead.  A car off the road."
She turned her attention to the highway and pressed down on the gas, and the
trees slipped past in a blur of green.

*****

A couple of miles further along, the road clung to the shoulder of the hill,
falling to the river on the opposite side.  Two state patrol cars, an
ambulance, and a tow truck blocked one lane of traffic, and cars took turns
passing the area.  Lois crept past the scene of the accident, her gaze
focused on something at the foot of the cliff; then she found a wide place
on the shoulder a little further on and parked off the road.  She and Clark
walked back to the area blocked off with orange highway cones and showed
their press passes to the trooper, who was surprised to see Lane and Kent
investigating a traffic accident.

Lois laughed.  "We didn't get where we are without being curious."

The young trooper blushed a little under his wide-brimmed hat.  "I guess
not.  We haven't ID'd the occupants yet."  He gestured toward the car below,
which still sent a column of flame ten feet into the air and added
unnecessarily, "It'll probably be awhile."  Turning back to his patrol car,
he consulted his notes.  "But we ran the plates and came back with an ID on
that."

"Can you give us the owner's name?" Clark asked.  He gave the burning
wreckage a last look, then followed the patrolman.

"For what it's worth.  The plates are registered to Nicholas Trifyllis, New
Troy."

Clark suddenly stumbled, and Lois caught him.  Their brown-eyed gazes
locked; then as if with one mind, they turned to look into the ravine.  Far
below, the car continued to burn.

END PART 2, "WALK IN MY SHOES"

CONCLUDED IN PART 3, "MIRROR, MIRROR"

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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 19:43:01 +0000
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From:         Barbara Knutson <wbarbara@EXECPC.COM>
Subject:      Re: NEW: Zara's Gift (1/2) [G]

On 23 May 99 at 13:18, Denise Cisco wrote:

> FEEDBACK/AUTHOR'S NOTE: This story was written sometime early in the
> fourth season -- I'm just now gathering the courage to post it. Any
> similarity to later events in the season (however infinitesimal) is
> purely coincidental. This is my first fanfic, so please be kind (no
> editing please).

Denise - this was *great*......I truly enjoyed it, and found I could
see *everything* you were writing about, as well as "hear" all the
dialogue.

You made a "B" plot an effective "A" one, which is not easy to do,
(at least not for me - maybe for Sheila or Pam!) and I congratulate
you on that, as well.

Thanks for a wonderful read.....

Barbara

>
> Zara's Gift
> by Denise Cisco
>
> Lois Lane pressed the key that would send her latest article to Perry
> White, then she leaned back in her chair, rubbing the back of her neck
> and stretching her back. She glanced over at her husband and smiled. He
> was hard at work, typing up the story he had spent the last two weeks
> researching.
>
> In fact, he was so engrossed in it that he didn't hear her as she
> walked quietly up behind him. He had once told her that after years of
> traveling in remote areas and working on small papers, one of the first
> things he'd had to learn was to tune out the normal, everyday noise of
> the newsroom -- which at certain times of the day could sound like rush
> hour on Metropolis's overcrowded streets. Some inner part of him could
> still hear far-off emergencies, but when he was concentrating, even
> Perry's bellow sometimes failed to get through.
>
> Lois placed her hand on his shoulder and leaned down to kiss him,
> nibbling his ear. She chuckled as a faint tinge of red flashed across
> his face then quickly disappeared. Even after almost a year of
> marriage, he still felt somewhat embarrassed when she kissed him in
> public, despite the fact that their coworkers were used to it by now.
> It both amazed and delighted her that he could blush. She had once
> thought that *Superman* would be above such human emotions.
>
> "Are you about finished? I've got something special planned for
> tonight."
>
> He looked up at her, eyebrows raised, and gave her a wicked little
> grin. "Oh...really?"
>
> She slapped him playfully on the arm. "Not what you're thinking." Then
> she grinned and said, "Well...maybe...but not until later."
>
> Clark laughingly replied, "Okay." Glancing back at his computer screen,
> he said, "Maybe another half hour...shouldn't be..."
>
> Lois watched as his face took on the distant expression that indicated
> he was listening to someone in trouble. His expression turned from
> distant to puzzled as he refocused on his wife.
>
> "What is it, Clark?"
>
> He glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot, then in a low
> voice told her, "It was Trey."
>
> "Trey? Zara's advisor?"
>
> "Yes. He wants us to meet him in Smallville in three hours."
>
> "Why? Are Zara and Ching with him?"
>
> "He didn't say...to either of your questions." He sighed, looking back
> at his computer screen. "Perry wants this for the Sunday edition. Why
> don't you go on home and pack, honey...we might as well go for the
> weekend. I'll finish this up and call Mom and Dad to let them know
> we're coming. I'll be home as soon as I can." He reached up to caress
> Lois's cheek, then kissed her -- for once not caring who might be
> watching. "I'm sorry about your special plans."
>
> She smiled, returned his kiss, and replied enigmatically, "Oh, my plans
> don't have to be canceled. I can carry them out in Smallville just as
> well as here. In fact, it might even work out better."
>
> His puzzled expression returned. "Just what are you up to, wife."
>
> She waggled a finger at him. "Uh, uh, uh...you'll just have to wait and
> find out." Lois leaned down to kiss him once more before returning to
> her desk to gather her things. "Hurry home," she called as she headed
> toward the elevator.
>
> ********
>
> Just under three hours later, Clark, carrying two small suitcases,
> landed on the Kent's front porch, having delivered Lois a few minutes
> before. He had discovered that having extra things to hang on to
> detracted from the enjoyment of having Lois in his arms when he flew,
> and two trips didn't take all that much time. He found Lois and his
> parents in the kitchen, laughing as they prepared a late supper.
> "What's the joke?" he asked.
>
> "Oh, nothing, honey," Martha replied.
>
> "Just telling Lois some 'little Clark' stories," Jonathan stated with a
> chuckle.
>
> "Da-ad. I'd think by now she'd have heard all the stories about my
> childhood that there were to tell."
>
> "Hardly, son. You had a...shall we say interesting...childhood!"
>
> Clark laughed. "Yeah. I guess it was a little...unusual. I
> certainly..." He paused momentarily, his expression turning serious.
> "Trey is here. He's landed up behind the barn." Clark reached out to
> take Lois's hand. "I guess we'd better go see what this is all about."
>
> Martha and Jonathan watched as they left the house, their eyes
> betraying their concern. They remembered the last time someone from New
> Krypton had come to talk with Clark. They had almost lost him, possibly
> forever.
>
> ********
>
> Clark and Lois walked around the barn to its far side, which was hidden
> from anyone who might be on the private road in to the farm. Though no
> one was expected, neighbors sometimes dropped by without calling --
> Smallville was just that kind of town. As they turned the corner, they
> saw the faint shimmer of the craft that had brought Trey to Earth as it
> uncloaked. They quickly entered so that he could recloak -- better to
> take no chances on discovery.
>
> Trey met them and bowed, "Lord Kal-El, it is good to see you again."
>
> Clark held out his hand and chuckled when Trey just looked at it with a
> puzzled expression. "On Earth, Trey, it's customary for two friends to
> shake hands when they get together, especially when they haven't seen
> each other in some time."
>
> "Ah, I see, Lord Kal-El," Trey replied, taking the proffered hand. "And
> it is good to see you as well, Lady Lois," he continued, bowing and
> offering his hand at the same time.
>
> Lois laughed, shook his hand, and said firmly, "I'm happy to see you,
> too, Trey, but please...just call me Lois. I'll feel like someone in a
> child's story if you call me *Lady* Lois."
>
> "And I really prefer Clark. Kal-El is someone else...not really me,"
> Clark added.
>
> "As you wish, Lor...Clark," Trey responded, bowing once more. Clark
> chuckled again and shook his head. He supposed these 'royal' behaviors
> were so ingrained they happened automatically -- Trey probably didn't
> even realize it when he did it.
>
> "What brings you here? Didn't Zara and Ching come with you?" Clark
> asked.
>
> An expression of infinite sadness crossed Trey's face. With lowered
> eyes, he said, "It is my sad duty to inform you that Lady Zara and Lord
> Ching are dead."
>
> Lois and Clark responded simultaneously with shocked voices. Lois
> reached for Clark's hand as she cried, "Oh, no." As he took her hand in
> his, Clark questioned, "How?"
>
> "They were attacked by followers of Nor as they traveled to a meeting
> with one of the other ruling Houses. Many of Nor's followers were
> killed in a small battle when we returned to New Krypton from Earth.
> Those who remained swore loyalty to the leaders of New Krypton. We
> never expected...we didn't think...," his voice choked and he couldn't
> continue.
>
> Clark spoke with compassion, "I'm so sorry to hear this. I didn't know
> Zara or Ching long, but I considered them friends." As he spoke,
> however, the purpose of Trey's visit dawned on him. "Trey, if you're
> here to ask me to go back..."
>
> Trey interrupted him, holding both palms up and waving his hands to
> stop Clark's half-questioning statement. "No, no," he assured them,
> "the ruling Houses have already selected a new leader from among them.
> I'm here at Lady Zara's behest."
>
> "But you said she had died," Lois responded in bewilderment.
>
> "Lord Ching died immediately. Lady Zara lived a few hours after the
> attack...though perhaps it would have been better had she died then so
> that she would have been spared both the loss of her husband and the
> pain of her injuries. She recorded this just before her death. It will
> explain my mission in part." He handed Clark a small blue crystal.
>
> As if keyed to Clark's touch, the moment it was placed in his hand a
> holographic image appeared. Zara, looking like a tiny doll against the
> huge bed in which she lay, began to speak.
>
> "Kal-El...Clark...Trey will have told you what has happened. Our
> doctors have told me I haven't much time." A spasm of pain crossed her
> face. "I want you to know how much meeting you has meant to Ching and
> me. You gave us a very precious gift...you showed us how to love
> unconditionally. This past year has been the happiest of my life."
> Another spasm hit her -- to those watching the hologram, she was
> visibly fading. Her voice weakened. "Now...I want to...send you the
> most...precious gift we have. Our..." Her voice stopped, her eyes
> closed and the hologram shut down.
>
> Clark, still with Lois's hand clutched in his, looked at the older man
> to find him gazing at the spot where the hologram had appeared, unshed
> tears filling his eyes.
>
> Trey cleared his throat and, with barely concealed emotion, said, "Lady
> Zara lost consciousness at that moment and never woke up. She passed
> peacefully, beyond pain."
>
> Clark placed a comforting hand briefly on Trey's shoulder. Trey seemed
> to age before their eyes. "I'm glad of that at least," he said softly.
> "Do you know what it was she was trying to say?"
>
> Trey straightened his back in an attempt to throw off what, to him, was
> an unseemly public display of emotion -- a Kryptonian simply did not
> give in to such feelings, especially in the presence of others. "Yes,"
> he said as he walked over to one wall which contained a bank of what
> appeared to be control buttons. As Trey pressed one of the buttons, a
> *swooshing* sound could be heard behind them, and Lois and Clark turned
> in the direction of the sound. A small cubicle was emerging from the
> opposite wall. Trey walked over to it, and Clark and Lois followed when
> he motioned to them.
>
> They looked inside the cubicle to find a sleeping baby, perhaps a month
> old, certainly no more.
> "Is this...?" Lois asked in surprise.
>
> Trey nodded. "This is Kal-Ching, son of Lady Zara and Lord Ching,
> first, and possibly last," he said with regret, "of the House of
> Ching."
>
> "Kal?" Clark asked, wide-eyed.
>
> Trey gave a faint smile. "Yes. Lady Zara thought it would be a fitting
> tribute to you. Without you, she and Lieutenant Ching would never have
> been allowed to marry, and the Council would never have given him the
> title of 'Lord.' Not having been born into the nobility, Ching could
> never rule without Lady Zara but, with the title of 'Lord' bestowed on
> him, it was assured that their children...," he looked down at the
> sleeping baby and corrected with sadness, "...child...could."
>
> Returning his gaze to the young couple, Trey continued uncertainly. "It
> was Lady Zara's request that I bring their son to you. She feared for
> his life. We cannot be certain that we found all of Nor's people. We
> let it be known that the child died with his parents, but it is always
> possible that they know differently. I cannot guarantee that they won't
> follow me, but here, at least, with you, he has a better chance of
> survival."
>
> Lois watched as Clark glanced down at the baby. They seldom discussed
> it -- she knew how much Clark wanted children, but he was afraid it
> might not be possible. She had once suggested that he have Dr. Klein
> make some tests, but he had said that he'd rather *believe* it was
> possible than *know* it wasn't. She suspected that he never brought up
> the subject because deep down he believed it was *not* possible. As for
> herself, she had never doubted the possibility. It had never actually
> occurred to her when they had first married that they might not be able
> to have children. To Lois that possibility was simply unthinkable. This
> unique and remarkable man she had married devoted so much of his life
> to others. All *he* had ever wanted was to have a 'normal' life -- a
> family, which included children. Before Clark Kent came into her life,
> children were the farthest thing from her mind -- her career came
> first. But falling in love with him had changed all that. Now she
> thought about it a lot.
>
> She smiled softly and reached down to take one of his hands in both of
> hers, giving it a slight squeeze. He turned to her, his expression
> unreadable. Looking back to Trey, Clark said, "Lois and I need to talk
> about this, Trey...alone, if you don't mind."
>
> Trey bowed to him, eliciting a faint smile from Clark, and responded,
> "Certainly. I'll wait in the outer chamber." He turned and exited
> through a door that they had not previously noticed. As it closed
> behind him, Lois turned to her husband, concern in her eyes. She
> recognized the look on his face -- she had seen it often enough when he
> was worried about something, usually *her*.
>
> "What is it, Clark?"
>
> "It's...I..." Clark stumbled over the words. It aggravated him that for
> a man of words, he had such trouble expressing his emotions to the
> woman he had loved since the moment he met her.
>
> Gently taking his hand, Lois led him to a bench set into one of the
> room's walls near the cubicle holding the sleeping baby, then sat,
> pulling him down beside her. "Tell me what's wrong," she softly
> encouraged.
>
> "I...Lois, I'm not sure we should do this." He looked over at the baby,
> trying to hide, but not succeeding, a look of longing in his eyes.
>
> "Why, Clark? Don't you think I know how much you want children? I
> considered Zara my friend, too." She gave him a smile, trying to tease
> him out of his uncertainty. "Especially since she preferred Ching to
> you." He returned the smile, but it didn't reach his eyes, which kept
> an almost sad expression.
>
> "What about you, Lois? How do you feel about taking on another woman's
> child, even if she was a friend? What if I can't give you children of
> our own? Would that make you resentful toward Zara's child?" He spoke
> quickly, his words tumbling out almost incoherently. That, more than
> anything else, told Lois what he was truly feeling.
>
> She reached up to brush the forever-falling lock of hair from his
> forehead, then ran a finger gently down his face to his lips. She had a
> great deal to say to him but decided this was not the time. They needed
> to get his fears into the open. Lois had a feeling there was more to
> this than taking 'another woman's child' into their home.
>
> First things first. "Clark, what if your mom and dad had taken you to
> the authorities instead of into their home and hearts? You are who you
> are partly because of them. How could you think I would deny Zara and
> Ching's son the love *we* could give him? We can take him into our home
> and hearts the same way your parents did. You know that...so tell me
> what's really wrong. Talk to me, Clark." She took his hands in hers and
> squeezed them encouragingly.
>
> Clark looked at her with all the love he had to give -- which was
> considerable -- then sighed. He looked up, staring at nothingness.
> "Lois, you know what my childhood was like, what my life was like
> before I met you." He looked at her then, smiling wistfully, and
> reached up to caress her cheek, gently brushing her hair behind her
> ear. She placed her own hand over his and brought it to her lips,
> giving his palm a soft kiss. "I was lonely," he continued, his voice
> hushed as his thoughts turned back to his life before Lois, "always
> having to hide my powers, control myself, afraid if I got too close to
> someone they'd find out how 'different' I was."
>
> Lois nodded. She had found this out when his mother had come to visit
> her after she had refused his proposal. Martha had given her more
> insight into what made Clark 'Clark' that night than she had learned in
> the two previous years that they had been best friends. Lois had
> finally realized just how much she meant to Clark, even though it had
> taken her awhile to get over being angry with him for not telling her
> about his being Superman.
>
> "If we take the baby," Clark continued, "we could be condemning him to
> that same kind of life. Can we do that? If Trey takes him back to New
> Krypton, he would at least be with his own people."
>
> "Oh, Clark. Your natural parents had no choice when they sent you
> here...their world was dying and they wanted you to live. Zara sent
> Kal-Ching here for the same reason...she wanted him to live. If Trey
> takes him back to New Krypton, there's a very good chance that Nor's
> followers could find out and have him killed. At least here, he would
> have you to protect him and, eventually, his own powers. You told me
> that your powers came on gradually. I've always wondered if that was
> because you discovered them accidentally...you had no one to teach you
> what you could do or how to use them. Not knowing what was happening to
> you was scary." He nodded. She really did understand what he had gone
> through. "But that won't be the case with Kal. He'll have you to teach
> him...to tell him who he is and where he came from...to show him what
> he can do and what to do with those powers."
>
> Clark smiled, a genuine smile this time that reached his eyes, making
> them sparkle. He lifted her hands to his lips, kissing her fingers.
> "Then it's okay...you want to take him. You don't mind if we can't..."
> She raised one finger to press against his lips and stop his question.
>
> "Of course we'll take him, Clark. We'll take him, and we'll love him as
> much as we *will* love our own children."
>
> Clark stood and raised Lois to her feet, taking her in his arms. "You
> have such faith, Lois. You've never doubted that we'd have a family. I
> wish I could be that sure."
>
> Lois stepped back, her hands on Clark's arms. She looked up into his
> face, his eyes drawn to hers. "Clark, I..."
>
> She was interrupted by the sound of a throat being discreetly cleared,
> and they both turned to see Trey standing in the doorway to the outer
> chamber. "My apologies, Lor...Clark, Lois. But my time is growing
> short. I must leave soon. I also apologize for listening in on your
> conversation. I'm afraid I haven't learned to control the super hearing
> that this world gives our people." Even his smile was apologetic. "I'm
> happy that you have decided to take the child. It would have made Lady
> Zara and Lord Ching happy to know that their son would be loved and
> protected by those they considered friends." He walked slowly toward
> them and continued, "And perhaps I can alleviate one of your worries to
> some extent. We, too, had wondered if it would be possible for you to
> have children. Our scientists on New Krypton researched the
> possibility. While their findings were not 100 percent conclusive, they
> do believe that there is enough compatibility between Kryptonian and
> human physiology to make the chances very good."
>
> Clark, his arm now resting lightly across Lois's shoulder, hers wrapped
> around his waist, grinned. "Thanks for telling me that, Trey. At least
> it gives me hope. And now," he drew Lois to the cubicle and the child
> lying in it, "perhaps we should take *our son* to meet his
> grandparents."
>
> He moved his hand to the small of Lois's back and gave her a gentle
> push toward the baby. She looked at him in puzzlement then dawning
> understanding. Smiling, she reached down to pick up the baby. The
> motion woke him and his eyes opened. Looking down into deep brown eyes,
> Lois Lane, for the second time in her life, fell in love with a being
> from another planet.
>
> ********
>
> Continued in Part 2
>
>
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 19:48:27 -0500
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From:         Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
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Spoilers for "Zara's Gift" below ...

Denise,

Very well done first effort! I would have guessed you'd been writing fanfic
for years based on this story. :)

I thought your pace was good, and you anticipated reader's questions with
your plotting.  I really liked the way Lois told Clark she was "100%
certain" they could have kids. <g>  I can only imagine how the jaws of
their Metropolis friends dropped when the newlyweds announced that not only
had they adopted an infant, but Lois found out she was pregnant at the same
time!

I've often thought this is how I might handle any follow up to "Family
Hour"--L&C adopt the baby that was left for them, only to find out Lois was
pregnant.  The two babies less than a year apart would certainly make for a
full  house!  A ton of work, but very fun and exciting, too.

All in all, excellent story.  The only suggestion I'd make is that I would
have rated it PG, instead of the G you gave it (some sexual references, the
death of Zara and Ching.)

Kathy

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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 20:54:08 -0400
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From:         Pam Jernigan <jernigan@BELLSOUTH.NET>
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For those of you who skip the text version, preferring the multimedia
web experience <g> I'm pleased to announce that "Walk in My Shoes" is
now available at the *new* S6 mirror site.  Our webmistress Alyssa does
a great job with the episodes, but, alas, real life sometimes gets in
her way.  So, to help her out, I'm hosting a mirror site on the FOLC
Obsession Page.  You can check it out (and read the new episode!) at
<http://www.geocities.com/~chiefpam/Season6/season6.html>

Enjoy tonight's episode, it's terrific!
--
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wanting to take over the world, really, but he sounded
a little ... well ... nuts."
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 21:08:46 EDT
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Great job, Sheila, and I promise not to do spoilers, but it was funny, waffy
and as Jimmy would say, "*way* psychological!" <g> One image of Clark in
particular involving the baby, but that's all I'll say ;) I really enjoyed
the story and it moved fast and furious! ;)

Zoomway@aol.com (still snickering ;)
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Denise, that was a lovely story -- I'm very glad you got up the courage
to share it (believe me, I know how intimidating that can be, but it's
worth it :)  I agree with Irene, btw, the last line of part 1 was
excellent, very WAFFy.

I hope you'll be posting it to the archive; I can always use more good
fics to put on my recommendations page :)
--
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 21:14:34 EDT
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I'm catching up on my reading, or at least trying to stay current. Loved the
story, Denise. Nice characterization of Lois and Clark too. Keep writing ;)

Zoomway@aol.com
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 21:22:33 EDT
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May I add my praise for this delightful story and the insight to the
future....of course I see a wealth of spinoff stories.....any hope for a
sequel soon?
Kate
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Date:         Sun, 23 May 1999 23:50:37 EDT
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I loved it! What a great Fic!
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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 09:26:40 -0400
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From:         Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK>
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On Fri, 21 May 1999 20:49:57 -0500 Sheila Harper
<sharper@CNCC.CC.CO.US> wrote:

> At 08:09 PM 5/21/99 EDT, The Zoomway wrote:
>>My quest for badfic first led me to a page of "bad analogies". I've
posted them below. They may have been posted to the list before, but
they're worth rereading <g> <<

> Long ago, when I was working on my first novel (I was just out of
college), I wrote a godawful analogy like some of those:

"She blushed furiously, her cheeks looking hot enough to fry eggs on."

> When I wrote it, I was only concerned that the analogy was accurate
-- and *original*. (This was my avoiding-cliches-at-all-costs period :)
When a friend or relative fell into hysterical laughter at the image of
a girl with fried eggs on her cheeks, I was finally convinced to remove
the stupid thing from my story. <<

Hey, Sheila, have you ever seen "Hot Shots"? Sounds like your blusher
is a kindred spirit (at least) to "Little Sizzling Belly".... <g>

Phil
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I have to add my voice to all those others who have written to say
that this is a great story. It is so well written, and the plot
is handled beautifully. There are so many wonderful lines, and I
really loved the final paragraphs.

Denise, do send this to the Archive, and, please, more stories in
this L&C Universe!!

Best wishes,

Wendy

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Wendy Richards
w.m.richards@hrm.keele.ac.uk
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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 12:23:18 +0100
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Hi LabRat (and other UK FOLCs...)

I've mentioned this to one or two of the others on this side of the
Atlantic - we don't really need a new channel, but if we arranged a
slot, say once a week, in the evening UK time, to meet on LOISCLA it
would be a start. There are some Scottish regulars (Hi Jac, Jo, Dom
<g>) who come in on Wednesdays and Sundays around 11 or so.

Any suggestions?

Wendy

On Fri, 21 May 1999 21:59:57 +0100 LabRat <labrat@UKF.NET> wrote:
>
> Now that I've entered the giddy world of IRC (/me waves to everyone on
> #loiscla last night <g>) I was just wondering whether there was a channel
> set up for UK FoLCs or even if anyone who is tech minded might consider
> setting one up if there isn't.
>
> There seem to be a lot of us fairly active on IRC these days and it would
> give us someone to talk to if we get the urge when our US friends,
> Stateside, are on downtime and asleep.

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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 06:43:18 -0700
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Just got back from vacation in Disney World and I noticed two instances of
L&C cast members in attractions at the park.

The actor who played Dr. Klein played a school principal in the movie part
of the EPCOT attraction "Cranium Command". This was shot some years ago as
his hair is dark brown, he's still bald though.

There is a restaurant in MGM that shows theatrical trailers for 50's
drive-in movies and one featured a very young Beverly Garland.

Funny thing is, I've been there previously while L&C was on the air and
never noticed this before.

Ray
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Hi FoLKs.

I have some news. After an audition in Washington DC with the US Navy
Band, I found out last week that I won a position with them. Because the
person I am replacing is leaving June 5, 1999, the Master Chief wants me
in boot camp as soon as possible. So, I leave May 26. Yes, this Wednesday.
This is a major step in my life and I'm really excited--and scared to
death.

So, I looked for a trustworthy person to take over the list
while I am gone and since Zoomway (Zoomway@aol.com) has already maintained
a LISTSERV, I thought it natural to ask her to do so. She agreed and will
be the list mom for a few months. (I just hope she doesn't pull her hair
out when LOISCLA comes back up.)

I'm sure you guys know Zoomway and I believe Kathy Brown will be looking
after things as well (that's right, isn't it?).

I'm going to try to send a letter or two to Zoom to tell her how things
are, but I can't promise anything--its boot camp. You guys take care while
I am gone and play nice with each other. :)

Sincerely,
Petty Officer First Class Farah Meitzen Chisham
United States Navy Band
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Farah,

I'm sure I'll be echoing many people when I say 'congratulations' on
getting your position with the Navy Band. That's great news, and I
wish you all the best in the future with your new position.

And thank you for all your hard, patient work as our List Mom! You've
been kind, but firm when we've needed it.

Hope to see you popping up occasionally on the list in future,
assuming you can get Net access!

With all best wishes,

Wendy
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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 18:55:21 +0200
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From:         Celia Carvalho <carvalho@LEXMARK.COM>
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Dear Farah,

I couldn't just read and don't say anything. You've helped me more than once
with my "problems" since I've joined this list. Maybe you even don't
remember,
but I do!

Anyway, I just wish to say Congratulations and wish you all the luck in the
world... and don't be scared! Everything will turn out okay, I'm sure.

All the best,
Celia
The Portuguese FoLC
CARVALHO@LEXMARK.COM
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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 18:17:59 +0100
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Way to go, Farah! I'm sure you'll do just fine. Just channel those
butterflies into postive action and remember at all times that the important
thing is to have fun and enjoy!

Our best wishes go with you.

Take care!

LabRat :)
Doc. Klein's LabRat
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definitely overpaid for my carpet." -- Woody Allen, Without Feathers, 1976.

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Farah

I am very sad that you are going to be leaving the list but I wish you good
luck and God speed in your new career.

Please take care.

Kind regards
Eileen B

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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 14:33:07 EDT
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Thanks for everything and hope you come back some day.

Congratulations

Rowan
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At 12:23 PM +0100 5/24/99, Wendy Richards wrote:
>Hi LabRat (and other UK FOLCs...)
>
>I've mentioned this to one or two of the others on this side of the
>Atlantic - we don't really need a new channel, but if we arranged a
>slot, say once a week, in the evening UK time, to meet on LOISCLA it
>would be a start. There are some Scottish regulars (Hi Jac, Jo, Dom
><g>) who come in on Wednesdays and Sundays around 11 or so.

I'm not in the UK, but please announce this session on the listserv.  Since
I'm home during the day, I might be able to pop on and join you sometime. :)

Kathy

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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 16:02:15 EDT
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You Go, Girl!

Marie
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At 10:02 AM -0500 5/24/99, fchisham wrote:

>I'm sure you guys know Zoomway and I believe Kathy Brown will be looking
>after things as well (that's right, isn't it?).

That's right, Farah. :)  Have a great time and good luck.  I can't wait to
hear all about your experiences when you get back later this summer!

Kathy :)

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Hi Farah,

Congratulations on your new career.

My husband was a member of 'The Royal Marine Band' here in the UK for man=
y
years and I know that they were the best of years.  =

I hope that you have as wonderful a time with the Navy Band.

Yours Jenni
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To paraphrase the muscial My Fair Lady:

Congratulations, Prof. Chisham, Congratulations, Congratulations, !!!!!!

Carolyn
cschnall@mail.med.cornell.edu

>Hi FoLKs.
>
>I have some news. After an audition in Washington DC with the US Navy
>Band, I found out last week that I won a position with them. Because the
>person I am replacing is leaving June 5, 1999, the Master Chief wants me
>in boot camp as soon as possible. So, I leave May 26. Yes, this Wednesday.
>This is a major step in my life and I'm really excited--and scared to
>death.
>
>So, I looked for a trustworthy person to take over the list
>while I am gone and since Zoomway (Zoomway@aol.com) has already maintained
>a LISTSERV, I thought it natural to ask her to do so. She agreed and will
>be the list mom for a few months. (I just hope she doesn't pull her hair
>out when LOISCLA comes back up.)
>
>I'm sure you guys know Zoomway and I believe Kathy Brown will be looking
>after things as well (that's right, isn't it?).
>
>I'm going to try to send a letter or two to Zoom to tell her how things
>are, but I can't promise anything--its boot camp. You guys take care while
>I am gone and play nice with each other. :)
>
>Sincerely,
>Petty Officer First Class Farah Meitzen Chisham
>United States Navy Band
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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 16:31:04 -0500
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Hi, guys, just wanted to point out to you all that Trevise is at it again.
:) After the marvelous short-short "Awakenings," there is now a sequel:
"Here We Go Again." Absolutely priceless, although I can't mention any
details without spoilers. :) Still, it's astonishing that *new* characters
can be so *in* character!

Go ahead, read it. It won't take long. And you'll enjoy it. :) And Trevise,
take as much time as you need with the next sequel -- don't rush it! I want
it to be just as good as the others!

Hazel
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From:         Erin Klingler <erink@IDA.NET>
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>At 12:23 PM +0100 5/24/99, Wendy Richards wrote:
>>Hi LabRat (and other UK FOLCs...)
>>
>>I've mentioned this to one or two of the others on this side of the
>>Atlantic - we don't really need a new channel, but if we arranged a
>>slot, say once a week, in the evening UK time, to meet on LOISCLA it
>>would be a start. There are some Scottish regulars (Hi Jac, Jo, Dom
>><g>) who come in on Wednesdays and Sundays around 11 or so.

and Kathy responded:
>I'm not in the UK, but please announce this session on the listserv.  Since
>I'm home during the day, I might be able to pop on and join you
>sometime. :)

Ooooh, I agree!!  I'd love to pop on during the day!  I just figured there
was no one on #loiscla then.  Maybe then I could actually prove that I'm
*not* AWOL from folcdome, just very swamped and unable to post to the list
or IRC as often as I'd like to lately. <g>

Erin  :)
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WHEW!

When I saw Farah's subject line I thought for sure she was writing to baw=
l us
all out! <VBEBG and /me ducks> No seriously, Farah, I'm really, REALLY gl=
ad
you have a chance to pursue a miliary music career - and also sort of env=
ious,
because I would love to join one of the Canadian Forces bands, too. I wis=
h you
all success, especially in boot camp - I'm sure the rest of it will be a =
piece
of cake... <G> Know please that our thoughts go with you, and yes, we wil=
l
miss you trememdously.

Quapla!

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Date:         Mon, 24 May 1999 17:22:12 -0500
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The List won't be the same without you. ;=(
I should have known by your 'commanding' replies to various e-events that
you were of a military mind.

It is not easy being in the military this day and age, so our prayers are
with you and may God's grace fill your life.  James Arthur Tull

-----Original Message-----
From: fchisham [mailto:fchisham@CS.INDIANA.EDU]
Sent: Monday, May 24, 1999 10:03 AM
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
Subject: PLEASE READ, thank you.

Hi FoLKs.

I have some news. After an audition in Washington DC with the US Navy
Band, I found out last week that I won a position with them. Because the
person I am replacing is leaving June 5, 1999, the Master Chief wants me
in boot camp as soon as possible. So, I leave May 26. Yes, this Wednesday.
This is a major step in my life and I'm really excited--and scared to
death.

So, I looked for a trustworthy person to take over the list
while I am gone and since Zoomway (Zoomway@aol.com) has already maintained
a LISTSERV, I thought it natural to ask her to do so. She agreed and will
be the list mom for a few months. (I just hope she doesn't pull her hair
out when LOISCLA comes back up.)

I'm sure you guys know Zoomway and I believe Kathy Brown will be looking
after things as well (that's right, isn't it?).

I'm going to try to send a letter or two to Zoom to tell her how things
are, but I can't promise anything--its boot camp. You guys take care while
I am gone and play nice with each other. :)

Sincerely,
Petty Officer First Class Farah Meitzen Chisham
United States Navy Band
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Congratulations on your being chosen for the Navy band.  That is terrific.
Good luck and have fun.

Ann
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Farah wrote:
>After an audition in Washington DC with the US Navy
>Band, I found out last week that I won a position with them.

Congratulations, Farah!  What a wonderful opportunity!  Hope you have
a great summer, and thanks for all of your hard work with the list :)

Pat

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Hi guys,

I warn you that the following story was written in about forty minutes, at
3:30 a.m. Insomnia does strange things to you. ;) If you don't like things
that tweak canon, skip this. If you object to crossovers, likewise. Other
than that, I personally hate the title and would welcome all suggestions
for better ones. Enjoy!

Hazel
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TITLE: Escape from Krypton?
PART: 1/1
AUTHOR: Hazel Brown (zis-s@actcom.co.il)
RATING: PG
FEEDBACK: All feedback welcomed, public or private, particularly about
correcting scenes to fit the show. Please remember, though, that crossovers
are not supposed to be taken entirely seriously. :)

SUMMARY: A different take on the destruction of Krypton, inspired by
who-knows-what. :)

"Oh, Maker," Lara breathed, staring with horror at the ominous sight on her
scopes. "It'll be here in less than a day."

Pulling the earphones off her head, Lara tossed them onto the console and
hurried out of the control room. There was no time to lose. She had to warn
Jor!

Determined not to cause a wide-spread panic, she forced herself to walk at
a reasonable pace through the quiet streets. Why alarm a populace that
could not escape its grim fate? Once she reached her home, though, she
virtually bolted through the halls until she reached Jor's laboratory.

Under normal circumstances, the sight that greeted her eyes as she burst
through the lab doors would have brought a fond smile to her lips. Little
Kal sat in his baby seat, deep brown eyes following his father's every move
with deep interest, while Jor often paused in his work to favor the infant
with a broad grin. Now, however, Lara's attention was taken up entirely by
the horror that was rapidly reaching their planet.

"It's happening, Jor," she blurted as she stumbled to a halt at her
husband's side. "Just like Bail said it would."

Jor reached out and gave Lara a steadying hand. "It's on the scopes, then?"
he asked quietly.

She nodded, blinking hard against the sudden moisture in her eyes. "We have
less than a day," she whispered. "There's no way to escape, Jor. In less
than a day, the planet will be blown to bits."

"Have you warned anyone yet?" Jor frowned as his wife shook her head. "Why
not? We can't save all the populace, but surely if we arranged for mass
lift-offs=85"

"Do you think they'd allow that?" Lara asked bitterly. "I'm sure there are
plenty of fighters in reserve, waiting to pick off anything that tries to
get away."

"A small shuttle=85?" Jor turned and took three swift strides to his
compute=
r
console. Without bothering to sit down, he started typing rapidly, calling
up data and assessing the possibilities.

"I don't think so," Lara said soberly. "With a station that size, there's
no way in Aldera that anything will escape its sensors." Her shoulders
slumped as her gaze was drawn inexorably to the gurgling infant trying to
eat his toes. "Oh, my Kal," she said in a hopeless whisper.

"Wait, Lara."

Lara tore her eyes from her son and turned to Jor. "What?"

Jor gestured at the computer screen as he finally settled into his chair.
"I've been running simulations. Come and take a look."

She came forward and leaned over his shoulder, following his pointing
finger as he ran over a column of figures.

"When the planet explodes=85" He faltered for a moment, and Lara squeezed
hi=
s
shoulder reassuringly. "The ionization and the debris should make enough of
a camoflauge to let something get through. Not a large ship. Maybe not even
a shuttle. But something the size of an escape pod might make it."

"An escape pod? That's no help, Jor. An escape pod has no propulsion to get
out of the area, and you can be sure they'll scan after the explosion to
make sure there were no survivors. Nothing short of=85" Her voice trailed=
 off.

Jor turned around in his chair and took her hands in his own. "We can't
escape, Lara," he said softly. "But maybe Kal can."

"In that prototype?" Lara swallowed hard. "But you've never tested it, only
the probes."

"It was your own work that helped us scan for other planets with the
probes," Jor reminded her. "Your propulsion fuel, not mine. I trust your
work."

"Do you trust it with our son's life?" Lara said, her voice strained.

"I trust it enough to offer him the chance at life, as opposed to no chance
at all." Releasing her hands, Jor rose from his chair and headed to the far
side of the lab. Lara followed.

Jor tapped the code into the lock on the storage cabinet. The door slid
smoothly open to reveal a small pod, just large enough for a six-month-old
infant.

"If we time it just right," Lara said slowly, thinking aloud, "we could
send this ship off when the station is orbiting the far side of the planet.
It's small enough that it will probably avoid detection."

Jor nodded. "You saw the numbers, Lara. When the station comes into firing
range, it will be almost a full one hundred eighty degrees away from us. I
think we can successfully launch, just a few minutes before it fires=85" He
closed his eyes for a moment, then opened them. "And then," he added with
difficulty, "once the planet explodes, it will mask the pod's escape into
hyperspace."

"It might work," Lara said. Her face hardened. "It has to."

***

By the following morning, all was in readiness. Death loomed menacingly
over the planet's skies, drawing nearer and nearer with each passing
moment. There was still time, though. Time enough to rescue a single child
and send him to a haven far away from the evil that threatened the galaxy.

"Are you sure we're doing the right thing, Lara?" Jor frowned as he shut
down the last of the holograms. He tucked the globe into the nose of the
tiny ship. "Making up a name for the planet, pretending its destruction is
natural=85 Should we be lying to our son like this?"

"What's the alternative, then?" Lara demanded. "We don't dare explain his
true heritage. We're sending him far enough; that rotten old dictator will
probably never sense him. But if he knows of his true powers, and he uses
them properly, it'll be like a beacon. Better he remains ignorant, and=
 safe."

"It will manifest itself in other ways, though," Jor reminded her. "It's an
incredibly rich planet in that respect. He'll be incredibly strong there."

"Let him be," Lara said. "Let him be strong, Jor. Let him be well. Let him
fly for all I care." She hugged her precious son tightly. "Let him live,"
she added, her voice so low Jor could barely hear her.

"He will live," Jor promised her, hugging both of them at once. The small
family stood there for long moments, a motionless tableau. It was with
great reluctance that Lara finally broke the embrace.

"No time left," she murmured. Reverently, she laid her baby in the little
ship. Jor laid a hand on the infant's head in a last benediction.

"The Force will be with you, Kal-El," he whispered. "Always."

They gazed at their son for one last, loving moment before they set the
controls. The tiny ship blazed through the atmosphere, shielded from the
battle station orbiting the far side of the planet. Even as it reached the
blackness of space, the Death Star's superweapon shot a single, massive
beam at the planet Alderaan, obliterating the planet completely. In the
spectacular explosion that followed, no one on the Death Star noticed a
tiny mote that accelerated away into hyperspace, heading across distant
galaxies to a blue-green jewel where one of the last surviving natives of
Alderaan would find a safe haven.
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fchisham wrote:
> Hi FoLKs.
>
> I have some news. After an audition in Washington DC with the US Navy
> Band, I found out last week that I won a position with them. Because the
> person I am replacing is leaving June 5, 1999, the Master Chief wants me
> in boot camp as soon as possible. So, I leave May 26. Yes, this Wednesday.
> This is a major step in my life and I'm really excited--and scared to
> death.

Farah:

This is wonderful.  Does this mean you're going to be in Washington
during this period?  If so, I welcome you *and* thank you in advance as
well.

Washington is an expensive city, by and large.  It also has it's
faults.  But, one thing it has beat over all other cities I've visited
or lived in is the enormous amount of "free" arts and culture.  (I put
quotes around that because naturally much of it is supported from
taxpayer dollars.)  I know the U.S. Navy Band gives free concerts at the
Navy Memorial and at the Capitol, among other places.  And, your
colleagues in the Marines (the U.S. Marine Chamber Orchestra and the
U.S. Marine Brass Band and Percussion Ensemble) give free concerts at
the National Academies in our auditorium a few Sunday afternoons each
year.  It's a great venue.  We have a picture of it on our website, but
the URL is so long, I wouldn't want to post it here. It's where
Christopher Reeve appeared recently (as I mentioned<g>) and the Julliard
String Quartet, the Three Sopranos, great jazz and blues performers....

Anyway, I love how you can just walk into all the Smithsonian museums,
the National Galleries, the botanical gardens, the monuments, the
National Zoo (where they have free concerts every Thursday evening in
the summer, called Sunset Serenades.  The first performers are the U.S.
Airforce Silver Wings on June 24.<g>) and not worry about paying a dime
-- just take it in leisurely whenever you want.  And, the Smithsonian
has some really neat movie events, like the time I saw the silent film,
"The Black Pirate," starring Douglas Fairbanks, Sr., with full
orchestral accompaniment.  I think you'll love it when you have time
off, Farah.

(Or, maybe you live in the area already, and I'm sounding *really*
stupid.<g> Wouldn't be the first time.)

Well, I hope I get an opportunity to hear you at the Memorial Day
concert or if I come across the Navy Band during one of its
performances.

The best of luck,
Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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That was a great twist to the old Krypton story.  Great job, I Ioved it!
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Hi Hazel,

I thought this was a very cute story.  I wish I wrote that well when I
have insomnia!

I hope to hear more from you.

Take care,
Irene
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I for one liked the story!! ;)  I think it would be really kewl if someone
explored the beginning, beginning aspect. Like how did Kal come into
existence. Maybe a Lara and Jor-el series.  Oh well, it's just a suggestion.

Alexis ;-.)
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From:         Phillip Atcliffe <Phillip.Atcliffe@UWE.AC.UK>
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On Mon, 24 May 1999 17:27:23 -0400 Carolyn Schnall
<cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote:

> To paraphrase the muscial My Fair Lady:
> Congratulations, Prof. Chisham, Congratulations, Congratulations!!!!!!

Not _Prof_ Chisham, POFC Chisham! <g>

Let me add my congrats to everyone else's, Farah. I wish I could come
and hear you -- hey, do you know if the USN Band is booked for any of
the remaining Royal Tournaments? (UK FoLCs _wish_....)

Would you mind answering one dumb question -- if you're a PO, why the
heck do you have to go to boot camp?

Phil
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Yeah, a GREAET twist on an old story.  Keep up the good work and hope to
read more fan fiction soon.  Sue

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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 05:40:56 -0600
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From:         Debby <Debby@SWCP.COM>
Subject:      Re: PLEASE READ, thank you.
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If anyone deserves to toot their own horn - you do!  Have fun!  Take notes!

Debby :)
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 09:50:20 EDT
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From:         "K.M. de Castro" <ChoirGirl2@AOL.COM>
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Hazel!
I loved it! The reference to (spoiler name) escaped me at first, and then,
as
I realized where you were taking it, I thought it was tremendous how you
connected the two universes.

Thanks for a nice, *short*, satisfying read.

Marie
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 08:57:34 -0500
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From:         Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL>
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At 09:50 AM 25/05/99 EDT, you wrote:
>Hazel!
>I loved it! The reference to (spoiler name) escaped me at first, and then,
as
>I realized where you were taking it, I thought it was tremendous how you
>connected the two universes.

Thanks, Marie. I tried to sprinkle in some hints, but keep it less than
obvious until Jor-El's last words. Nice to know it worked.  It just
occurred to me that one explosion, two explosions, why not fit them
together? ;)

Nobody's come up with a better title yet, though...

Hazel
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Hazel:
Actually, I like the title just as it is... only in the last paragraphs do
we
know what the question mark means. Good job!

Marie
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I was just watching Rosie O'Donnell, and Teri is on in
the last 15 minutes of the show. It replays at 3:00
EST here is Pa. where I live. If you check your
listings, you may still be able to catch it.

Stacy

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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 10:18:18 -0500
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From:         Farah Meitzen Chisham <farah@CHISHAM.COM>
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Well, I was a little premature with that one (whoops, someone caught on).
I will be an E-3 in basic--because I have a college education--and I'll
be an MU1 (musician first class)/E-5 (petty officer) when I get finished
with
basic.

BTW, thanks for all of the kind letters of support. It really means a lot to
me because right now, I'm thinking, "Now, why am I doing this?"
To protect the US from evil people with my French horn. :)

One other thing, I don't know when we'll be touring again overseas.
My guess is pretty soon, because they haven't had an internation tour
in about 7 years (I believe).

In the fall, we'll be touring in the New England area, Mass, NH, Maine,
ect..
I leave at 4am tomorrow. Yikes. Farah.

>Would you mind answering one dumb question -- if you're a PO, why the
>heck do you have to go to boot camp?
>
>Phil

farah :)
farah@chisham.com
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 16:26:42 +0100
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Sorry this went to you yesterday, Erin! Apparently the old problem of the
address of the last person to post rather than the list appearing when I hit
RTA is still out there, after a quiet spell when it seemed to have righted
itself! I only realised when it occurred to me this morning that I hadn't
seen the message appear on the list and then couldn't find it in my sent
folder until I thought to check for you instead of LG. <g>

>Hey Wendy and Kathy and Erin....
>
>>>>I've mentioned this to one or two of the others on this side of the
>>>>Atlantic - we don't really need a new channel, but if we arranged a
>>>>slot, say once a week, in the evening UK time, to meet on LOISCLA it
>>>>would be a start. There are some Scottish regulars (Hi Jac, Jo, Dom
>>>><g>) who come in on Wednesdays and Sundays around 11 or so.
>>
>>and Kathy responded:
>>>I'm not in the UK, but please announce this session on the listserv.
>Since
>>>I'm home during the day, I might be able to pop on and join you
>>>sometime. :)
>>
>>Ooooh, I agree!!  I'd love to pop on during the day!  I just figured there
>>was no one on #loiscla then.  Maybe then I could actually prove that I'm
>>*not* AWOL from folcdome, just very swamped and unable to post to the list
>>or IRC as often as I'd like to lately. <g>
>>
>>
>>Erin  :)
>
>
Hey, the more the merrier! Actually, there's no real problem. I hadn't
realised when I posted that #loiscla was 'open all  hours'. So I'm pretty
sure that should I - or any other UK Folcs - get the urge to talk to someone
on a Saturday afternoon, UK time, then we'll find someone in there. <G>

LabRat :)
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definitely overpaid for my carpet." -- Woody Allen, Without Feathers, 1976.

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network executive or politician." - Marty Feldman.

>
>
>
>
>
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 13:24:00 EDT
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Ah, Farah.  As one musician to another, the best way to protect the world
>from evil IS with your French horn, after all.     Good luck to you.
Laurie
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In a message dated 5/24/99 10:03:32 AM Central Daylight Time,
fchisham@CS.INDIANA.EDU writes:

<< I'm sure you guys know Zoomway and I believe Kathy Brown will be looking
 after things as well (that's right, isn't it?). >>

Much to their sorrow, yes, they know me ;) Sorry, Sean couldn't take over
the
list for you. Kathy and I will mess up your kitchen while you're gone <g>

Congratulations, Farah, and we'll miss you. Send a scan of yourself in
uniform and I'll post it ;)

Zoomway@aol.com
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 14:15:01 -0400
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From:         Carolyn Schnall <cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU>
Subject:      Re: PLEASE READ, thank you.
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I sit corrected!

By the way, good for you on knowing who wrote Topper!  Oddly enough, I was
rearranging some books on Saturday and found my copy of Thorne Smith's
book.  Quite a coincidence:)

Carolyn

>On Mon, 24 May 1999 17:27:23 -0400 Carolyn Schnall
><cschnall@MAIL.MED.CORNELL.EDU> wrote:
>
>> To paraphrase the muscial My Fair Lady:
>> Congratulations, Prof. Chisham, Congratulations, Congratulations!!!!!!
>
>Not _Prof_ Chisham, POFC Chisham! <g>
>
>Let me add my congrats to everyone else's, Farah. I wish I could come
>and hear you -- hey, do you know if the USN Band is booked for any of
>the remaining Royal Tournaments? (UK FoLCs _wish_....)
>
>Would you mind answering one dumb question -- if you're a PO, why the
>heck do you have to go to boot camp?
>
>Phil
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 14:23:41 EDT
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If you're subscribed to LOISCLA the discussion list (LOISCLA@vm.ege.edu.tr)
you know it has been down a loooong time. I've set up a list at onelist (as
several good Folc have suggested) The old list at trearn has become so
unreliable that I had to do something. I'll post this message to LOISCLA if
it *ever* comes back on line. You can subscribe to the new list by hitting
the link at this URL:

http://www.actwd.com/zoomway/lnc_elist.htm

You won't be able to unsubscribe the old list until it comes back up (if
ever)  Several members have written wanting to know when it will be back up
and I truthfully have no answer for that. I have heard nothing from trearn
in
over two weeks. I know many of you miss discussing the show and miss a lot
of
"sightings", and so this is the best solution I can offer right now.

If you have any problems at all, just let me know.

Zoomway@aol.com (PS: I'll be gone for a good part of the day, but will be
back later this afternoon...then be at the movies tonight...and then be back
later...you get the picture ;)
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From:         Denise Cisco <dcisco49@YAHOO.COM>
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Thank you to all those who have responded, both publicly and privately,
so favorably to my story "Zara's Gift." When some of those comments
came from writers whose stories have entertained me, it was especially
gratifying.

To answer a couple of questions: Yes, I'll be submitting it to the
archive. Sequel: probably not in this century <g>. I've been working on
an nfic for over a year now which currently weighs in at 25 chapters
and 465 KB. I don't know if it will ever see 'cyberspace' as it's a
little darker than 'Zara's Gift' in spots and at the moment I'm stuck
-- I know how I want it to end, but haven't quite figured out how to
get there from where I am now. I'm determined to finish the thing
before I start anything new, but now that I know people might actually
*like* what I've written I can attack it with renewed vigor. If I'm
satisfied with the final product, it'll end up on Zoom's nfic board
(even though I know it won't be anywhere near as good as Labrat's
wonderful stories or any of the other regular contributors to that
board) -- sorry for the limited audience, but I don't think there's any
way I can rewrite the story for a general one.

Again, thank you. Now it's *your* turn. I'd like to see more mail that
starts with the word "NEW" (even though I'm way behind in my reading)!

Denise Cisco

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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 20:21:05 -0500
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From:         Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
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At 8:57 AM -0500 5/25/99, Hazel wrote:
>Nobody's come up with a better title yet, though...

How about "Chapter 1 -- The Krypton Menace"? <vbg>

Great read, Hazel.  I laughed for several minutes at the end of the story.
Keep up the good work! :)

Kathy

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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 20:26:40 -0500
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At 2:23 PM -0400 5/25/99, The Zoomway wrote:
>If you're subscribed to LOISCLA the discussion list (LOISCLA@vm.ege.edu.tr)
>you know it has been down a loooong time. I've set up a list at onelist (as
>several good Folc have suggested) The old list at trearn has become so
>unreliable that I had to do something.

Zoom, is this a permanent solution or a temporary one?  Meaning, when/if
Trearn comes back up, are you going to close down the new one? Or are we
going to migrate over there for good and you will close out Trearn when it
comes back up?

Kathy

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Date:         Wed, 26 May 1999 03:08:44 +0100
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Denise wrote:

 If I'm >satisfied with the final product, it'll end up on Zoom's nfic board
>(even though I know it won't be anywhere near as good as Labrat's
>wonderful stories or any of the other regular contributors to that
>board) -- sorry for the limited audience, but I don't think there's any
>way I can rewrite the story for a general one.
>
Hey, thanks for the vote of confidence, Denise, but don't sell yourself
short. I know it's belated (still catching up with fanfic here) but I loved
Zara's Gift and I'm already slavering at the thought of a *long* and *dark*
nfic (oooh, goodie!!) from a writer who captures emotion and heart so well
and has the ability to draw this reader (and others I see) into the scene so
completely.

Looking forward...

LabRat :)
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 19:25:34 PDT
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I have been thinking the last two day about the Kents switching bodies, Lois
walks around in Clark's and Clark is in Lois'.  Now being a person with a
real imagination, I could not resist the though that Clark could not really
experience life as a woman until he has a period (or as my mother used to
put it, "your friend that comes once a month).

Also am I wrong or is Lois still breastfeeding.  Now that would be
interesting  LOL

I know that I have opened up a whole can of worms with this post.

Sue

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In a message dated 5/25/99 8:26:22 PM Central Daylight Time,
kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM writes:

<< Zoom, is this a permanent solution or a temporary one?  Meaning, when/if
 Trearn comes back up, are you going to close down the new one? Or are we
 going to migrate over there for good and you will close out Trearn when it
 comes back up? >>

The new list at onelist is permanent, but anyone who wants to stay on the
old
one, assuming it ever returns, is welcome to. I'll suggest on the old one,
again, if it ever comes back on line, that people are posting on the new one
now. The reason I don't close the old one is that there are people set to
nomail there and won't know where the heck we went <g>

Zoomway@aol.com
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Rowan Fuller wrote:

> Thanks for everything and hope you come back some day.
>
> Congratulations
>
> Rowan

Yes Congratulations.  We hope you will be able to let us know how you
are doing.  Thanks for being a great list mom.  Hope to see you back
soon

Jeanne
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In a message dated 5/25/99 8:25:58 PM CST, smodolo@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<< I have been thinking the last two day about the Kents switching bodies,
Lois
 walks around in Clark's and Clark is in Lois'.  Now being a person with a
 real imagination, I could not resist the though that Clark could not really
 experience life as a woman until he has a period (or as my mother used to
 put it, "your friend that comes once a month).
  >>

For some reason, this sounds familiar.  I believe I've read something like
this - come to think of it, I think it was an x-file story.  I just remember
'Scully' (stuck in Mulder's body) trying to explain to 'Mulder' (in Scully's
body) how to use a tampon.  It was hilarious, as you can imagine.  How do
you
think Clark would handle the situation?

Piper
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At 7:25 PM -0700 5/25/99, Sue Modolo wrote:
>I have been thinking the last two day about the Kents switching bodies,
Lois
>walks around in Clark's and Clark is in Lois'.

>Also am I wrong or is Lois still breastfeeding.  Now that would be
>interesting  LOL

Have you been keeping up with S6?  I think if you read the episode just
posted this week, "Walk in my Shoes", you'll answer your own question.  Not
about periods, since that is not specifically mentioned, but the nursing is
dealt with. (And in dealt with further in the final part of this arc,
"Mirror, Mirror", which is due out in just under 2 weeks.)

Kathy

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I don't know you very well Farrah.. actually i don't think we were formally
introduced.. i have only been part of this list for a couple of months now
but good luck to you!!!

Alexis ;-.)
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Hi UK Folcs, Erin, Kathy and anyone else interested...

First of all, sorry I sent this directly to you first time around, Erin!
First Labrat, and then me - you must be getting tired of this.  I usually
check the 'To' part of my messages, but for some reason, I didn't this time
around.

I too would like to join the UK session, but I need some help first.  Last
night (actually two nights ago now) I finally got around to installing an
IRC client on my PC and
connecting to a server, but when I typed /join #loiscla, I seemed to be all
on my own with no-one to talk to.  It was around 6.30pm UK time, which
would be about1.30pm Eastern USA time, so I guess it could be because
no-one was around, but can you tell me if I'm doing this right?  I
connected to something called a 'Random Undernet US Server'.

Cheers,
Yvonne

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Hazel wrote:
>
> TITLE: Escape from Krypton?
> PART: 1/1
> AUTHOR: Hazel Brown (zis-s@actcom.co.il)
> RATING: PG
> FEEDBACK: All feedback welcomed, public or private, particularly about
> correcting scenes to fit the show. Please remember, though, that
crossovers
> are not supposed to be taken entirely seriously. :)

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Hazel:

I think this was very clever and well done. I honestly don't have any
criticisms of any substance.  Coincidentally, I was watching the
original Star Wars movie from an old tape of mine this past weekend, so
some of your clues leaped out at me, however I enjoyed the vignette no
less.  In fact, knowing what you were doing and seeing you do it so
well, made me enjoy it more.

Funny, I couldn't quite place just how old my Star Wars tape was until a
group of commercials came on, including a newsbreak, and they began
talking about Pres. Bush and the Persian Gulf war.  I obviously made the
tape sometime in 1991.  Anyway, a diet Coke commercial came on after
that and someone seemed so familiar in it. Almost didn't recognize him.
It was Dean Cain.  He must have let his hair grow at some point after
this because I think it was shorter here.  In fact, he looked a bit more
like today's Clark rather than first season's.

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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On Wed, 26 May 1999 10:01:10 +0100 Yvonne Connell <yconnell@UKF.NET>
wrote:

> I too would like to join the UK session, but I need some help first.  Last
> night (actually two nights ago now) I finally got around to installing an
> IRC client on my PC and
> connecting to a server, but when I typed /join #loiscla, I seemed to be
all
> on my own with no-one to talk to.  It was around 6.30pm UK time, which
> would be about1.30pm Eastern USA time, so I guess it could be because
> no-one was around, but can you tell me if I'm doing this right?

Hi Yvonne,

At that time, it's highly unlikely that there would be anyone around!
I don't usually find anyone in LOISCLA until about 10pm UK time. Why
don't you try it after 10 or so -if you find yourself alone then you
might be doing something wrong... ;)

Wendy

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>For some reason, this sounds familiar.  I believe I've read something like
>this - come to think of it, I think it was an x-file story.  I just
>remember
>'Scully' (stuck in Mulder's body) trying to explain to 'Mulder' (in
>Scully's
>body) how to use a tampon.  It was hilarious, as you can imagine.  How do
>you
>think Clark would handle the situation?
>
>Piper

I don't watch the X-files so if the x-files die, I apologize.

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In a message dated 5/26/99 5:34:02 AM CST, smodolo@HOTMAIL.COM writes:

<<
 I don't watch the X-files so if the x-files die, I apologize.

  >>

Why would you apologize?  Did you do something to it? <g> BTW, The X-Files
has one more year to go.

Piper
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In a message dated 5/21/99 8:46:15 PM !!!First Boot!!!, Zoomway@AOL.COM
writes:

<<
 "She wore a dress the same color as her eyes her father brought her from
San
 Francisco." --Danielle Steel, Star

 (One can only hope she got good use out of the eyes her father purchased.)
>>

This message was great.  As soon as I read this, I glanced at a my passage I
wrote (in defense it was 2am and I was having trouble getting back to sleep)
and realized that I had the hospital 'moving at a normal pace.'  Needless to
say, I corrected that immmediately.

Nice to know I'm in the same league with a published author.

Charlotte
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Subject:      OT:  Cabaret - Chicago - Tickets for June 9th....
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I am not sure what kind of announcements they are making in the Chicago area
about this but thought I would let you all know.....I am posting this to
both
listservs as well as the MBs that I know of....so if you happen to have
tickets for Wednesday, June 9th....be sure to contact the Box Office asap to
exchange your tickets.

Copley News Service, May 25, 1999

'CABARET' DELAYED Life is a cabaret, except for patrons who expected to see
Cabaret opening night June 9 at the Shubert Theater. Due to logistics, the
Broadway revival will open one day late, on June 10, producers said. The
road
company closes late June 6 in Boston, and the crew needs the extra 24-hour
window to truck the set into Chicago and rebuild it here, sources said.
First-nighters may return their tickets at the point of purchase for an
exchange or refund. The musical, starring  Teri Hatcher  as chorus girl
Sally
Bowles, runs through July 11.

April
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Date:         Wed, 26 May 1999 14:34:08 -0500
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From:         Hazel <zis-s@ACTCOM.CO.IL>
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Sandy, thank you for your kind words!

>I think this was very clever and well done. I honestly don't have any
>criticisms of any substance.  Coincidentally, I was watching the
>original [spoiler space inserted] from an old tape of mine this past
weekend, so
>some of your clues leaped out at me, however I enjoyed the vignette no
>less.  In fact, knowing what you were doing and seeing you do it so
>well, made me enjoy it more.
>
>  Anyway, a diet Coke commercial came on after
>that and someone seemed so familiar in it. Almost didn't recognize him.
>It was Dean Cain.  He must have let his hair grow at some point after
>this because I think it was shorter here.  In fact, he looked a bit more
>like today's Clark rather than first season's.
>
Now this is really, really fun. I dreamed it up out of insomnia, but seeing
the two of them juxtaposed like that...? Almost creepy. :)

One short question for you, though. How would you define "vignette"? I
assumed that a vignette is a story in which the characters, at the end of
it, are left more or less in the same spot they were at the beginning. Is
that a poor definition?

Glad you enjoyed the vignette/story/whatever it is!

Hazel
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Maybe I'll take that up.  After all, I've kind of wanted the chance to get
into writing L&C fic!  (I do have another series project going on right now,
but I'm always on the lookout for new ideas!)

Sambrea

>From: No Name Available <MsLoisette@AOL.COM>
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>Date: Tue, 25 May 1999 00:23:06 EDT
>
>I for one liked the story!! ;)  I think it would be really kewl if someone
>explored the beginning, beginning aspect. Like how did Kal come into
>existence. Maybe a Lara and Jor-el series.  Oh well, it's just a
>suggestion.
>
>Alexis ;-.)
>

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Hazel wrote:
> >  Anyway, a diet Coke commercial came on after
> >that and someone seemed so familiar in it. Almost didn't recognize him.
> >It was Dean Cain.  He must have let his hair grow at some point after
> >this because I think it was shorter here.  In fact, he looked a bit more
> >like today's Clark rather than first season's.
> >
> Now this is really, really fun. I dreamed it up out of insomnia, but
seeing
> the two of them juxtaposed like that...? Almost creepy. :)

It is kind of odd, isn't it?  You wrote the crossover, I watch that
particular movie, Dean Cain shows up in the commercial....  You know,
things like this happen to me quite frequently.  My most recent odd
coincidence was just a few days ago.  I was speaking with a colleague
about the journalist, Peter Arnett.  But I couldn't remember Arnett's
name.  I brought up all the facts about him:  covered Vietnam, was one
of the principal CNN journalists in Iraq, was mixed up in the story
recently retracted about our military purportedly bombing deserters in
Vietnam, etc.  But, we just couldn't remember the name.  The very next
day, totally out of the blue, The Washington Post's Style section did a
reasonably big story on him, and I went running into my colleague's
office with the paper, saying, "This is the guy!"  Weird.  Not psychic,
just weird.

> One short question for you, though. How would you define "vignette"? I
> assumed that a vignette is a story in which the characters, at the end of
> it, are left more or less in the same spot they were at the beginning. Is
> that a poor definition?
>
> Glad you enjoyed the vignette/story/whatever it is!

Well, I've been known to use words, the definition of which I only have
a vague recollection. (Boldly go where no man's gone before, I guess.)
In terms of vignette, I always tend to use it for any piece of writing
shorter than a short story.  Don't know whether that's right or wrong.
It suits me.  Anyway, one of the definitions of a vignette in Webster's
is:

a) a short literary sketch or description b) a short, delicately
memorable scene in a film or a play.

Couldn't tell you what a "delicately" memorable scene is.  Indelicate
scenes are always much more memorable.

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
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In a message dated 99-05-26 07:26:03 EDT, you write:

<< Anyway, a diet Coke commercial came on after
 that and someone seemed so familiar in it. Almost didn't recognize him.
 It was Dean Cain.  He must have let his hair grow at some point after
 this because I think it was shorter here.  In fact, he looked a bit more
 like today's Clark rather than first season's. >>

WoW!  That is so kewl to be watching an old tape like that and then all of
sudden see Dean on tv before he was Clark!  I have old tapes but
unfortunately no Dean on them! ;(

Alexis ;-.)
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I have been thinking the last two day about the Kents switching bodies, Lois
walks around in Clark's and Clark is in Lois'.  Now being a person with a
real imagination, I could not resist the though that Clark could not really
experience life as a woman until he has a period (or as my mother used to
put it, "your friend that comes once a month).

Also am I wrong or is Lois still breastfeeding.  Now that would be
interesting  LOL

I know that I have opened up a whole can of worms with this post.

Sue

*L* I so agree with you!!! I think Clark should have to experiance a little
of what we have to go through every month.. *L* who do we write to to make
sure this happens?!!!!!

Jeni

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At 2:34 PM -0500 5/26/99, Hazel wrote:
>One short question for you, though. How would you define "vignette"? I
>assumed that a vignette is a story in which the characters, at the end of
>it, are left more or less in the same spot they were at the beginning. Is
>that a poor definition?

For the Fanfic Kerth Awards, we were loosely defining "vingette" as a very
short story, mainly just one or two scenes.  We didn't set a size limit,
but they are shorter than a "short story".

Kathy

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>On Wed, 26 May 1999 10:01:10 +0100 Yvonne Connell <yconnell@UKF.NET>
>wrote:
>> connecting to a server, but when I typed /join #loiscla, I seemed to be
all
>> on my own with no-one to talk to.  It was around 6.30pm UK time, which
>> would be about1.30pm Eastern USA time, so I guess it could be because
>> no-one was around, but can you tell me if I'm doing this right?

When you joined the channel, was X there?  X is our "bot", the program that
keeps track of who has "ops"--operator status.  Also, you should have
noticed the topic set to "Lois & Clark", to let you know you were in the
correct channel.  If you were on an Undernet server and typed "#loiscla"
correctly, you were probably in the right place. :)

But Wendy is correct, around 1:30 pm ET, it is not likely to find anyone
there.  We used to have people in the channel 24/7 in L&C's heyday, during
the 3rd season or so, but now, things are much calmer.

Maybe the best thing to do is to actually announce a day/time for a chat,
so those of us in the US who don't normally chat during our daytime could
try to pop on. :)

Kathy

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Kathy wrote:

> Maybe the best thing to do is to actually announce a day/time for a chat,
> so those of us in the US who don't normally chat during our daytime could
> try to pop on. :)

OK, sounds like a good idea.  On Friday, 28 May, at 6.30pm UK time, I'm
inviting anyone who's available to join me for a chat on IRC, #loiscla.
Look forward to seeing you there.  (6.30pm is 1.30pm Eastern Standard time
- I think).

Apologies in advance if I'm not actually there myself - after all, I'm
relying on a lot of things going right at the same time: getting a
connection (major hassle last night on that one), PC not blowing up, and me
not doing anything wrong (hey, I'm a computer professional, so that never
happens  ;) ).

BTW,  Kathy, my email program date-stamped your message as follows: Date:
Thursday, May 27, 1999 4:09 AM.  Were you really up at that time, or is
this an email thing?

Cheers,
Yvonne
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Hi Yvonne,

> OK, sounds like a good idea.  On Friday, 28 May, at 6.30pm UK time, I'm
> inviting anyone who's available to join me for a chat on IRC, #loiscla.
> Look forward to seeing you there.  (6.30pm is 1.30pm Eastern Standard time
> - I think).

Good idea, but 6.30pm is a bit early for me; I don't usually manage
to get on until after 9 in the evenings (probably can't manage it
this weekend anyway since my mother-in-law is visiting). We had a
good time between 10 and about 11.30 last night, with quite a few
UK-based people in (Hi Jenni!).

>
> BTW,  Kathy, my email program date-stamped your message as follows: Date:
> Thursday, May 27, 1999 4:09 AM.  Were you really up at that time, or is
> this an email thing?

>From what I can work out, *my* email shows the time GMT at which a
message was posted, and then usually shows + or - however many hours
the poster's time-zone is away from GMT - in Kathy's case, it usually
shows -8.00 or something like that.

Best wishes - hope to see you on IRC sometime!

Wendy

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> On Friday, 28 May, at 6.30pm UK time, I'm
> inviting anyone who's available to join me for a chat on IRC, #loiscla.
> Look forward to seeing you there.  (6.30pm is 1.30pm Eastern Standard time
> - I think).

I'll try to make it :-)  Should be a nice FoLCsy day, since I'm having
(early) lunch with Chris M, so then I get to come home (put the toddler
in bed for a nap) and get online :-)

Good luck, Yvonne ;-)

> BTW,  Kathy, my email program date-stamped your message as follows: Date:
> Thursday, May 27, 1999 4:09 AM.  Were you really up at that time, or is
> this an email thing?

I can't speak for Kathy but I suspect it's a time zone thing :)  4AM
Thurs your time is 10pm Weds her time, I believe, which is much more
reasonable.

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wanting to take over the world, really, but he sounded
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Date:         Tue, 25 May 1999 00:29:47 -0500
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From:         Joshua Phelps <hawkman@HCOL.NET>
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Hey everyone,

 I just wanted to let everyone know that Tracy Scoggins (AKA Cat Grant) will
be chatting in Yahoo on Monday, June 7.  Maybe we can get a little out of
her about what really happened to Cat after the first season.  Haha!  Ok
everyone have a nice day.

hawkman
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 11:15:03 -0700
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From:         "Reynolds, Raymond H." <REYNORA@MAIL.NORTHGRUM.COM>
Subject:      Feedback: Edge of Metropolis
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I'm not sure if this has been mentioned before, and I'm sorry if it has, but
I just completed the IRC Round Robin story "Edge of Metropolis" and I wanted
to thank the authors for another fine effort and to recommend this to
everyone on the list. It is a very enjoyable read with a good plot and some
nice WAFFy scenes.

Thanks again to all the authors, your work is very much appreciated!

Ray Reynolds
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 15:33:28 EDT
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From:         The Zoomway <Zoomway@AOL.COM>
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In a message dated 5/27/99 1:41:02 PM Central Daylight Time,
REYNORA@MAIL.NORTHGRUM.COM writes:

<< Thanks again to all the authors, your work is very much appreciated! >>

Thank you, Ray, as always your comments are appreciated and I think *you* on
behalf of the RR writers ;)  I also want to add that the RR group has a
"challenge fic" coming up, and this is a chance for anyone on the list to
participate in a roundabout round robin way <g>

We did a challenge fic quite a while back where random items were given to
the writers and we had to find a way to fit those random items into a
fanfic.
What I'd like list members to do is pick three items, no matter how strange
or common, and send those three items to Georgia Walden (our editor and
ringmaster) at: gwalde14@mindspring.com

Georgia doesn't write on the stories, and so if she has the list of items,
none of us will know in advance any item we could end up having to write
about.  Also, in this challenge fic we are not permitted to do a scene
change
in order to accommodate the items mentioned.

Remember, come up with three items (fuzzy bedroom slippers, bunch of grapes,
a fake Picasso---whatever ;) and mail your list PRIVATELY to Georgia at
gwalde14@mindspring.com and put "challenge fic items" in the topic line.

Zoomway@aol.com (who hasn't even told Georgia I'm doing this--I think
everyone deserves a ....surprise ;)
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 17:08:52 -0500
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From:         "Mr. D8a" <James.Tull@EMRSN.COM>
Subject:      Re: NEW: Zara's Gift  [G]
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>From MR. D8A's work email

Here! Here! I second that motion! Do I have a third?

MR. D8A  A.K.A.  James

(read with a slightly UK dialect)

Proverbs 3:5-6
Trust in the Lord with all your heart and lean not on your own
understanding.  In all your ways acknowledge Him and He will direct your
path.
Please visit and explore my house at:
http://www.geocities.com/area51/starship/7859
mailto:mr_d8a@yahoo.com

-----Original Message-----
From: Kate Crane [mailto:KCrane1865@AOL.COM]
Sent: Sunday, May 23, 1999 8:23 PM
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
Subject: Re: NEW: Zara's Gift [G]

May I add my praise for this delightful story and the insight to the
future....of course I see a wealth of spinoff stories.....any hope for a
sequel soon?
Kate
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 19:02:43 EDT
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From:         Kristin Olsen-Molnar <Teri44isme@AOL.COM>
Subject:      Re: I could not resist
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None of you know me, I am a new subscriber. But I think your idea is great!
It would be incredibly funny!
Kristin
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 19:04:36 EDT
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Only one more year? where did you read that? Did you read that they want
Mulder and Scully to get married the last year? I think they should! It
would
be really great!

                                                Kristin
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 19:31:14 EDT
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<<Only one more year? where did you read that?
Kristin >>

 Last year on ET I saw a segment on the X-File and the movie, which was just
being released at that time.  They said that most of the actors only signed
a
seven year contract, and Carter said somewhere that he may try to expand the
show farther, but he doubts it.

Kelsey
katzee112@aol.com
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 22:35:43 -0400
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From:         Peace <peace9@SERVTECH.COM>
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The Zoomway wrote:
>Georgia doesn't write on the stories, and so if she has the list of items,
>none of us will know in advance any item we could end up having to write
>about.

Just curious -- will each person's three items all be kept together, or will
each writer get three items at random off the general list?

Peace
(who just mailed
her list to Georgia ;)
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 22:26:08 -0500
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From:         Kathy Brown <kathyb@SPRINGNET1.COM>
Subject:      Re: OT: IRC in the twilight zone
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At 11:05 AM +0100 5/27/99, Yvonne Connell wrote:
>Look forward to seeing you there.  (6.30pm is 1.30pm Eastern Standard time
>- I think).

I will try to remember to pop on!  We have a standing playdate/library
story hour on Friday mornings with a friend, but we are usually back by 2
since that's when her daughter naps.  If you guys are still around, I hope
we hook up. :)

>BTW,  Kathy, my email program date-stamped your message as follows: Date:
>Thursday, May 27, 1999 4:09 AM.  Were you really up at that time, or is
>this an email thing?

LOL, in this case, it was an email thing. I think the date stamp on your
program probably noted the time you received it, in your time zone.  4 am
your time was probably around 10 pm my time or so (I'm in Central Time).

That's not to say that I haven't stayed up that late before, but it's
usually for IRC or while writing fanfic. ;)

Kathy

______________________
Kathy Brown
kathyb@springnet1.com
KathyB on IRC
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 00:28:12 -0500
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Hello Everyone.  My name is Shannon Rouse and I am new on the list.  I
have been reading your posts the last couple of days and thought I would
introduce myself.  I am 22 and a huge "Lois and Clark" fan.  I currently
live in Nebraska, but in two weeks I am moving to Colorado for school. I
live with my mom and two younger brothers.  I also have a cat named
Noah.  I guess that is all about me.

I want to thank you, authors, for taking the time to write such
incredible stories.  I enjoy reading them.  Keep up the great work!  I
guess I will go back to lurking now.  Have fun!

Shannon
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 04:18:21 PDT
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From:         Sue Modolo <smodolo@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject:      IRC Round Robin
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Hey,  I am new to IRC, having downloading it earlier in the week for the
first time.  I am sure this is the week for the meeting for the round robin
writing group.  I was just wondering how one gets invitied to it.  Could
someone please enlighten me.  I really would love to attend - even if it
just to lurk and learn.  Sue

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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 08:07:25 -0400
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From:         Jess <rlang@HUDSON.NET>
Subject:      Re: Cat Chat
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At 12:29 AM 5/25/99 -0500, you wrote:
>Hey everyone,
>
> I just wanted to let everyone know that Tracy Scoggins (AKA Cat Grant)
will
>be chatting in Yahoo on Monday, June 7.  Maybe we can get a little out of
>her about what really happened to Cat after the first season.  Haha!  Ok
>everyone have a nice day.
>
>hawkman

Can you pleasegive me some more details..like maybe which room? please?
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 08:47:44 -0500
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From:         "Raymond, Melody" <Raymond@AAOS.ORG>
Subject:      OT:  Sponsoring Dean Cain
Comments: To: listserv-Indiana posts <loiscla-general-l@indiana.edu>
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Hi Everyone,

This is rather out of the ordinary, but I did not permission from our list
mom, Zoomway, to post this to the fanfic list, so here it is.  I urge all
true Dean fans to participate.  Let's show Dean how much we really care
about him and support him.

Melody
melraymond@aol.com

Attention all Dean Cain Fans and Fellow FoLC

You have probably heard by now that Dean will be playing in a basketball
game
in St. Louis on July 10 sponsored by The Joe Torry Giving Back the Love
Foundation.  If you would like more information on the foundation or the
game, check out the web site at www.joetorryfoundation.com.  If you would
like more information on how to join the FoLC who are already attending the
event, contact MelRaymond@aol.com.

If you are unable to make the trek to St. Louis, here is your chance to be a

part of the event and let Dean you care - all while helping out a good
cause.

The JTF is soliciting companies and organization to "sponsor" one particular

guest.  What that really means is that they are soliciting $1,000 donations
and giving credit to that organization by recognizing them as a particular
celebrity sponsor.  We can't have anyone sponsor Dean except the FoLC and
online Dean Cain admirers.

What we need from you...
If we raise $1,000, we can get recognition in the program that the FoLC
sponsored Dean for the event.  We will also make sure that Dean receives a
detailed listing of the names of the FoLC who sponsored him.  If we don't
raise $1,000, all money will be donated to the JTF and we will be listed as
a
sponsor - something like "Dean Cain's online supporters" AND we will still
give Dean a listing of the names of those who contributed.

If you would like to participate, send a $5 or $10 check (or more if you
want) made payable to JOE TORRY GIVING BACK THE LOVE FOUNDATION (or JOE
TORRY
FOUNDATION if you write big) and mail it to P.O. Box 10966, St. Louis, MO
63135.  Be sure to include your real name (if you want) and your screen
name.
 I will use both (or just one if you wish) on the personal listing that we
will present to Dean.  I'm the only one who has access to this post office
box, so nobody else will get the checks.  They will all be turned into the
JTF on June 10.

Time is limited...
Your money MUST be received by June 10.  The book goes to print on June 13,
so we must raise the $1,000 before then.

We know that you are all out there and that you want to Dean to know it,
too.
 Send your donation today.

Sue
LoisLnKent@aol.com
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Date:         Thu, 27 May 1999 21:55:27 -0500
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From:         Diyan Smith <zimri@HOTMAIL.COM>
Subject:      OT: twilight zone (was: Re:   OT: IRC in the...)
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>
> > BTW,  Kathy, my email program date-stamped your message as follows:
Date:
> > Thursday, May 27, 1999 4:09 AM.  Were you really up at that time, or is
> > this an email thing?
>
> I can't speak for Kathy but I suspect it's a time zone thing :)  4AM
> Thurs your time is 10pm Weds her time, I believe, which is much more
> reasonable.

>>From what I can work out, *my* email shows the time GMT at which a
>message was posted, and then usually shows + or - however many hours
>the poster's time-zone is away from GMT - in Kathy's case, it usually
>shows -8.00 or something like that.

   I think emails are date/time marked where they're sent from, not where
they're sent to; I sometimes get emails from Japan or even the UK a day
ahead of time--that is the message is sent on the 4th but I get it on the
3rd. (woah! time travel *is* possible!)  Also, I just recently got an email
that was dated December; I didn't find it for a while, because my email
program sorts messages by date, so it was way at the top of my in-box.
   And I'm pretty sure that when I was setting up my email program it asked
me if I wanted to mark my messages with my time or with GMT.
  -D
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 16:43:28 EDT
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Anyone can attend. The channel is called #l&cfanfic.
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 16:36:06 -0500
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From:         "Mr. D8a" <James.Tull@EMRSN.COM>
Subject:      Re: OT: I could not resist
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That would ruin the show.

-----Original Message-----
From: Kristin Olsen-Molnar [mailto:Teri44isme@AOL.COM]
Sent: Thursday, May 27, 1999 6:05 PM
To: LOISCLA-GENERAL-L@LISTSERV.INDIANA.EDU
Subject: Re: I could not resist

Only one more year? where did you read that? Did you read that they want
Mulder and Scully to get married the last year? I think they should! It
would
be really great!

                                                Kristin
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 20:12:39 -0400
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From:         Sandy McDermin <smcdermin@EROLS.COM>
Subject:      Dear Bob
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Hi Folc Writers:

I read the following today in the Washington Post.  It came from the
column, "Bob Levey's Washington."  Immediately, I thought of Lois and
Clark (or even Cat), but I did think of the show.  Considering that so
many writers, including the show's writers, include a great deal of
physical demonstrativeness in the office, I thought it might inspire a
cute little fic.  If you change a few of the details, it could work.  A
"disgruntled," or maybe even well-meaning, colleague writes in to
complain to a fictional Bob Levey who works at the Planet. Perhaps this
co-worker is not only honestly uncomfortable about the public
physicality (I probably would be) but is also a little bent out of shape
at how Lois and Clark get all the good stories, pushing the less sexier
stuff (so to speak) on to them. Dear Bob X: I'm having a problem....

Sandy
smcdermin@erols.com
http://www.erols.com/nightsky/Sandy/

*************

When Displays of Affection Get Too Public
By Bob Levey

Friday, May 28, 1999; Page C09

DEAR BOB: I'm having a problem, and I hope you can help me solve it.
Please don't tell me to get in touch with Ann Landers. She doesn't know
Washington workers, and from what I've been able to tell, you do.

The problem is my co-worker. I'll call her Millie. She has her eyes (and
a whole lot of the rest of her anatomy) on a guy in our office whom I'll
call Bill.

Office flirtations are not a big deal to me, Bob, and I doubt that
they'd be a big deal to most people here. We're all adults, we work
hard, we know our jobs, we do our jobs. The problem is that Millie and
Bill are sneaking away from their desks so they can get all touchy-feely
-- in the office, on company time.

I used to be able to tell because I'd see Millie coming back to her desk
after taking what she'd call a "smoke break." You don't need to readjust
your clothes after a smoke break, Bob!

Even so, I didn't consider it worth worrying about. But lately, the work
that Millie and Bill aren't doing is landing on my desk and the desks of
others. This lovey-dovey stuff is having an impact on the productivity
of all of us.

Not only that, but it's a drag to walk out into the stairwell and see
the two of them locked in a clinch, with hands roaming everywhere. They
don't know I saw them doing this, but I did -- more than once.

What should I do, Ann . . . I mean, Bob?

-- Bettina

DEAR BETTINA: Don't you have a boss in that ever-so-productive workplace
of yours? He or she has to be told about this -- not so you can play
tattletale, but because it's affecting everyone.

Just be sure to break the news in the right way. I wouldn't cast this as
the worst scandal since kissing was invented. But I would make it clear
that private touchy-feeliness is getting more public than it should.
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Date:         Fri, 28 May 1999 20:45:34 EDT
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From:         "Eileen F. Ray" <Eraygun@AOL.COM>
Subject:      L&C Fanfic Writing Session Saturday, May 29, 1999
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Hi everyone,

Skip week is over and we hope you can join us Saturday, May 29, 1999, for a
different kind of fanfic writing session.  To describe what we are doing and
how you all can participate I'd like to quote from our listmom Zoomway ;).

<< I also want to add that the RR group has a"challenge fic" coming up, and
this is a chance for anyone on the list to participate in a roundabout round
robin way <g>

We did a challenge fic quite a while back where random items were given to
the writers and we had to find a way to fit those random items into a
fanfic.
What I'd like list members to do is pick three items, no matter how strange
or common, and send those three items to Georgia Walden (our editor and
ringmaster) at: gwalde14@mindspring.com

Georgia doesn't write on the stories, and so if she has the list of items,
none of us will know in advance any item we could end up having to write
about.  Also, in this challenge fic we are not permitted to do a scene
change
in order to accommodate the items mentioned.

Remember, come up with three items (fuzzy bedroom slippers, bunch of grapes,
a fake Picasso---whatever ;) and mail your list PRIVATELY to Georgia at
gwalde14@mindspring.com and put "challenge fic items" in the topic line.>>

In addition 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 3:30 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